Page 128 of Love on the Byline

“Shit,” he muttered as she dropped forward to lay againsthis shoulder and he thrust up into her in an almost violent motion.

A jolt of white-hot energy shot through him, setting off ananswering charge that left her quivering around him.

Breathing hard, Blake sat up and braced her hands on histhighs. His eyes focused on the place where their bodies were joined, and ittook a moment before he could speak.

He hadn’t stopped moving. The connection between them was sointense, he knew he’d never be able to look at her again without rememberingthe way she felt right then.

She rolled her hips, catching him just right, and everymuscle in his body tightened excruciatingly.

“Blake,” he moaned her name.

She hummed her pleasure, reaching a hand up to cup herbreast. Heat began to radiate from her skin. Ollie knew it wouldn’t take long.He had her right at the shimmering edge again, and that knowledge drove himonward.

Blake ground down against his hand as he found her clit andrubbed it in slow circles, all while his synapses began to misfire. Her hotlittle cries went straight to his head and pleasure rippled like ocean wavesaround his cock. It didn’t take long before she shattered again.

He finally let go of his careful restraint, driving up intoher and chasing his own release.

Shuddering, she lowered her mouth to his, kissing him andbiting his lower lip as she spread her thighs wide.

The feel of her skin sliding against his, her breath hot inhis mouth, it was too much and not enough. Ollie came with a shout, releasinghot into the condom in bright bursts of light and breath.

Her breathy, sweet laughter filled the room as she rose upand rocked against him again and again, milking every drop until he wasshuddering hard beneath her.

Ollie had to close his eyes and re-center himself. He feltBlake move, felt her shift to the side, but he had no command over his ownbody.

“I can’t remember my name,” he said.

Warm skin enveloped his left side and he felt her place asoft kiss to his bicep. “Oliver.”

“Mmmm,” he hummed, smiling. “That’s it.” He rolled his headto the side and opened his eyes, taking in her loose curls and satisfiedexpression. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she said, softly, tracing small circles on hisribcage. “That was...”

He waited. “Any regrets?”

“What?” Her eyes met his. “No, none. You?”

“Only that I haven’t taken you out properly,” he paused,realizing he’d gotten ahead of himself. “If that’s something you think you’dwant.”

Blake reached up to smooth the hair back from his forehead.“I like the idea of seeing where this goes,” she said after a minute ofsilence. “But we have to be realistic. Your work with Bran, it’s hectic. And Ihave no idea where I’ll end up after all of this. I might be out of a job. Imight have to move back East.”

The stab of pain that sliced through him at that thoughtmade him draw a sharp breath, but she was right.

“We’ll take it day by day,” he said, hating that the realworld was already threatening to keep them apart.

“Minute by minute.” She cupped his jaw. “And in this minute,we’re here. Together.”

He leaned over to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Let metake care of this.” He gestured to the bathroom and Blake disentangled herself.He could feel her eyes on him as he left the room.

Moving quickly, he cleaned up and returned to find herunderneath the covers. He was suddenly unsure of himself. Did she want him tojoin her? Should he gather his things and go?

“I can hear you thinking all the way over here,” Blake said.“Come.”

He didn’t need a second invitation.

His momentary trepidation vanished as he slid into bedbeside her. It was late, and the sun was setting. He had the ridiculous impulseto scoop Blake up and carry her out to the patio to watch the sky change overthe ocean. Then he remembered Bran and Rory were gone and wouldn’t be back forhours.

“Are you sleepy?”

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