Page 73 of A Kiss at Midnight

“Please, Blake, don’t stop now,” I beg, but to no avail. A sob rips through me when I feel the bed shift, feel him draw his mouth away from where I need it most.

“It’s not time yet,” he tells me as he spreads my thighs wider and fits himself between them. The tip of his thickness is pressed to the outside of my core, and I wiggle in his grasp, trying to force him to enter me. With a groan, Blake finally pushes forward and does as I bid, sinking deep inside of me with one powerful thrust, taking my breath away.

He slowly pulls back, then thrusts forward over and over again, not fast enough to allow me to come, but at a pace designed to keep me on the edge of the cliff. I plead with him to free me from the mass of tension that builds higher and higher within me, but he keeps me hanging for what seems like hours.

When I can’t stand it for another second, I feel him untie the knot on the belt that binds my hands, and he’s laying me on my stomach. Still buried deep inside of me, he lifts my hands and begins massaging my numb arms. I hadn’t realized they’d gone numb — I was so focused on the pleasure there was no room for pain.

When he’s finished massaging me, he withdraws from my body, making me cry out in protest, but I’m flipped over and he’s poised above me. He moves us both to the top of the bed, and my head hits the pillows.

He reaches over, switches on the bedside lamp, and looks down at me, his eyes wild with passion. “I need to see your face when I make you come,” he says, and he plunges back inside me.

Blake holds nothing back, no longer interested in games. He continues rapidly thrusting in and out, his face a picture of ecstasy, and I lose focus as my body releases all of the pressure that’s built over the last couple of hours. I don’t try to hold back my scream.

I barely maintain consciousness when I hear his thundering groan, and feel the pulsing of his manhood as he empties himself into me, coating my slick walls. Silence engulfs us as he pulls me against his chest and holds me tight. When my heart’s erratic beat settles down, I nearly don’t hear his whispered words.

“It will only get better, Jewel. We’re meant to be together.”

Chapter Review

Chapter Forty-One

Jewel

When I break awayfrom the bonds of sleep, I’m disoriented. Where in heaven’s name am I? The sheets don’t feel like mine. My adrenaline spikes, but Blake’s body is next to me, his arm draped around my back, and his heartbeat beneath my hand.

My eyes are still closed, and I savor the moment, letting my guard down as I enjoy being held with tenderness. If only I allowed myself to admit to Blake how much I need this.

The sex was wonderful — unbelievable, in fact — but right here, right now is what I need more than anything else. Ineedto be comforted by another person... by Blake. I shouldn’t be feeling this strongly toward him, but my heart seems to have made its choice.

True, he’s demanding, and he made no real promises to me, but how can I not feel emotion toward a man who’s changed my world so dramatically? Would it really be so bad to take his name, if that’s what he still wants?

It’s bad because I’m going to fall in love with him, and that’s something my fragile heart can’t afford to do. I’m already too dependent on him. When he disappears for days — as he has often, in fact, since he’s reappeared in my life — I’ve felt unmotivated, almost listless. What will it be like if I’m with him for months, or years, and then he decides to toss me aside?

Can I be tied to him without giving him my heart? Not likely. But what other choice do I have at this point? This is the fundamental question I need to answer.

“Are you hungry?”

The sound of Blake’s voice jolts me out of my reverie, but unsure what to say, I say nothing. Damn. Holding my tongue is becoming such a habit around him.

“Are you in a sex coma, Jewel?” he asks with a laugh as he turns me to face him.

I’m afraid to open my eyes. Maybe if I stay as I am for a while longer, there will be no stress, no worries, nothing to upset this beautiful moment. I need a few more minutes to savor the contentment I feel at being in his arms.

“Ve haf vays of makink you talk,” he says in an accent I’ve never heard him use before. Is he joking with me?

“I... uh... I’m awake,” I finally say, letting my eyes slowly drift open.

“I think I’ll enjoy this boat,” he tells me as he rubs his hands up and down my back.

“I can’t believe anyone would pay so much to have sex,” I blurt, and then feel my cheeks turning crimson. He just shelled out millions for this boat so we could get to the end of our horizontal tango.

“I was already thinking about buying it. I came down here to take it for a spin, but got a message right when we arrived that the captain had an emergency. You in here... naked, sealed the decision.”

“I should complain, but I feel too good,” I admit, which makes him laugh. “How are you always so calm and determined?”

“I know what I want in life, and I go after it. I wanted this boat... and I want you. Life’s one big business deal, so whether you’re buying a house, a boat, a business, or planning a marriage, it can all be wrapped up in business,” he says, his voice calm and practical even though none of this ispracticalto me... it’s dang emotional.

I pause, looking into this handsome man’s eyes, then take a deep breath. It’s so hard to think with a clear head when my body’s so completely satisfied.

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