“I always wanted you,” Blake breathes against my ear, pulling me down to the bed. “I never doubted that.”
“When there’s so many men out there, you picked a London bookseller.” I start to laugh and he kisses me something fierce, taking my breath away in a gasp. I dig my fingers into his back as he’s on me.
“The hottest fucking bookseller I’ve ever met,” he growls, kissing and nipping at me.
And I can’t stop laughing, overwhelmed with emotion. Till his hands are inside my boxers, teasing me. Then I shudder and sober, gasping out. My cock’s more than ready for his attention.
Kissing him roughly, I unfasten his belt and jeans, enough to release the pull of his cock that reaches for his belly. So damn hot.
Kneeling, I go down on him, the taste of Blake on my tongue making me reel. His hands run through my hair. And it’s all I can do to keep going, listening to his soft gasps, clutching his hips as he starts to rock with me. His fingers caress my face. It’s not long before he’s groaning with pleasure.
I can’t imagine how many miles I’ve traveled over the last three days to find this man on my doorstep. I can’t clock the miles in my heart, the ocean between us that we’re navigating in this moment. This yearning for someone I so desperately want, and he wants me too.
In his arms, I’m cherished. Special. His.
When he comes, fingers taut in my hair, the sear of him in my mouth, I’m desperate with desire. And soon, he’s working me with his hand and mouth. Everything’s all shivers and gasps.
“Blake— God— Blake—”
“Mmmhmm?” He glances up, kissing my belly as I shudder hard.
“Don’t stop, for the love of—”
He laughs with delight at how indignant I am. Then, he’s ruthless. I writhe, lost in the burn of him, the heat of the night between us, sparking our own heatwave.
“That’s it,” he murmurs when I’m on the edge, “come for me.”
“Fuck—”
And I do and I can’t think and I can’t breathe and his mouth, God his mouth— I can’t stop shaking with the release, spasming till he gathers me tight in his arms, kissing me like his life depends on it. Like our lives depend on it.
“I want you so much.” I grip his biceps, staring desperately at him.
“You have me, gorgeous. You have me,” he breathes against my skin, caressing me.
It’s impossible to remember a time before Blake. Before this incredible feeling. We spend the night making up for every night we’ve missed, every day apart.
Together, there’s no him and no me—there’s just us.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Late the next morning, I awaken in a tangle of limbs, plastered against Blake’s chest. God, what a fabulous way to wake up. His chest rises and falls. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to spoil this moment if I’m still dreaming. But as the day starts to drift more fully into my consciousness, it turns out to be true when I open my eyes.
I really did find Blake.
I can’t help but smile thinking about last night. The strange twilight with Blake appearing outside of my shop. Feeling like my heart might break or burst at any moment. The euphoria at realizing he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Our insatiable night.
And now, he’s here. Gently, I nip at his jaw and he stirs awake, sleepy-eyed and beautiful—and mine.
The smile he gives me when he wakes is brilliant, filling some gap within me at the thrill of him beside me.
“Best morning ever,” he whispers drowsily, holding me close.
I kiss him thoroughly in response. He’s delicious against my tongue.
My limbs are heavy with our exertion last night. Well worth it, every ache this morning. This is probably where athletes have the advantage at marathon sex, but I’ll do my best to keep up.
