Page 82 of A Kiss at Midnight

“I didn’t see him,” I begin before stopping to think. “Max... then why in the world didn’t he give me a ride home?”

“I wanted him there to make sure you were safe. Apparently, you were more than safe,” Blake says, his voice menacingly low.

“I don’t need someone spying on me, Blake.” I don’t say anything more, though.

Blake decides our conversation is over, because one second we’re facing off against each other, and the next second I’m completely out of breath. He reaches out and grabs me, hauling my body against his before lifting me in the air... then we’re moving — right toward his bedroom... finally.

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Chapter Forty-Six

Jewel

Blake pushes hisbedroom door open with his foot, and shuts it the same way. I’m so shocked by his behavior that I’ve failed to utter a single protest. And then I’m airborne for a brief moment before the bed catches me. I’m trying to clear my head, but his scent envelopes me, and all I can do is inhale the musk of the only man I’ve ever desired.

Still, he’s behaving like a brute, and I briefly think about stopping him — for about one second — then he’s on the bed with me, his legs pinning mine down as he pulls off my coat, shirt, and bra in a quick sweep, leaving my upper half bare for his viewing. He moves to the side, but only to yank off my slacks and minuscule panties, then he rips his own clothes away.

It’s so fast — all of it’s happening too fast. Blake stretches his naked body on top of mine, and the feel of his solid chest pressing against my tender breasts makes me cry out his name in pleasure.

“Yes, Jewel,” he tells me, “Ionlywant my name on your lips.” He kisses me hard, and I groan against his lips. I can’t breathe because I’m so turned on. He leaves my mouth and I whimper as his lips trail down the side of my throat, where he can feel the pounding of my pulse.

“I can’t believe I refrained from touching you for so long,” he says, and he circles my nipples with his lips and nips the tender peaks before soothing them with his tongue.

He slowly moves his mouth between my breasts and he’s kissing me again, invading my mouth with his tongue while his solid erection presses against my core. I spread my legs wider as my body begs his to complete me.

“Please, Blake, please fill me,” I groan. I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips, urging him to join us.

It’s been too long since we last made love, and I want fulfillment; I want the two of us to be one, and I want it right now. My passion is overwhelming in its intensity.

Blake doesn’t answer my plea; instead he grips my hair and angles my head the way he wants it, the better to devour my mouth, while he rubs his hardness on the outside of my wet heat, letting it lubricate him, to prepare him for entry.

“Now, Blake, please,” I say again as I push against him. I rake my fingernails down his back and grip his muscular behind in my desperation to have him inside me. If he wants me to beg, I’ll beg.

“How much do you want me, Jewel?” he asks as he reaches for my hands, takes them both, and, holding my wrists with one hand, pushes my arms above my head.

“I want you, Blake. I need you. I need you now,” I practically sob. To hell with power games. I’m not in the mood for anything but completion.

He rewards me for these words by reaching between us and slipping two fingers inside my hot core while stroking my aching bundle of nerves with his thumb. I cry out when only a few flicks of his masterful fingers bring me release, my body tightening, my heart thundering.

“Yes,” he sighs. “You’re so responsive, my Jewel.” And before I think about catching my breath, he pulls his fingers from me and moves them up to cup my breast and squeeze my nipple as he thrusts inside of me with so much force it knocks out my breath.

Time loses meaning, and something seems to come over Blake. I feel his thrusts, each and every one of them. Moans tumble from my throat while he growls words of praise and pleasure almost in time to our frantic lovemaking.

Sweat slicks our bodies as the inferno builds higher and higher, and each time Blake ravages my mouth along with my body, it’s almost as if I’m floating above myself, watching this exquisite moment from afar. I’m forever lost to this man, because no matter how long we’re apart, the instant I’m in his arms again, I belong to him,onlyhim, and it’s right where I need and want to be.

“Come for me, Jewel. Squeeze me tight,” he commands.

I give him exactly what he wants. My body lets go and I cry out his name over and over again as my body convulses around him, feeling the release in every cell, every atom in my body. He continues pumping, drawing the orgasm out, making me shatter over and over again until I can’t bear it any longer.

I’m floating above, and when my pleasure begins to ebb, he cries out as he tenses, buried deep inside me, shaking as his own climax washes through him, his seed buried deep within my womb.

Blake collapses against me, our bodies burning up. I tightly cling to him, not willing to let the moment go, not willing to free him from my hold. Fear, fear that this moment will end the second we speak, keeps me cleaving desperately to his embrace.

But the moment fades all too soon, and I’m bereft when Blake rolls off me. My limbs grow cold, and an ache and emptiness unlike anything I’ve known fills me.

“You belong to me, Jewel. Iwon’tshare you with others,” Blake warns. “Do you hear that?” He reaches for me again, pulling me close to his side.

“What are you talking about, Blake?”

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