“It’s more for me than you,” Blade admits with a smirk.“I love you in my shirts, and I love them smelling like you.”
“You’re weird, you know that?”
Blade laughs, a low sound that resonates in his chest.He pulls off his shirt, revealing muscles and tattoos that seem to have been carved into him.He looks as if he were made of marble—solid, raw, and undeniably masculine.Without sparing me a glance, he kicks off his boots and slips off his jeans, leaving himself in only his boxers.
“You know, you could be a male model.”
Blade barks out a laugh.“Too busy for that.”His eyes meet mine then, his gaze dark and intense.He holds out his hands to me, and I place mine in his.He tugs me to my feet.“Time for bed.”
The mere mention of bed makes my heart skip a beat.The thought of being in it with him,thatkind of bed, sends a flutter through my body.Blade pulls my T-shirt over my head, and I let him, feeling the warmth of his fingers brush my skin as he undoes my bra, slipping it off with practiced ease.
His hands are warm, his touch lingering as he undoes my jeans and pulls them and my underwear down my legs.I smile, stepping closer to him.I place my arms around his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his long hair.“Maybe I’m not so sleepy?”
Blade kisses me softly, then pulls back, his lips just a whisper away from mine.“I want you,” he says, his voice thick with desire.His fingers graze the bite mark on my shoulder, a silent reminder of what’s passed between us.“But not here.There are too many of us here.”
I frown, a bit confused.“What do you mean?”
“Some of them have very good hearing,” he says, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
“I can be quiet,” I whisper, my breath catching in my throat as his hands slide down my back.
Blade chuckles, his eyes full of mischief.“You haven’t been yet.”
“We could try?”I tease, tilting my head to one side, my voice light but the heat in my gaze unmistakable.
“Early day tomorrow, lots to do,” he murmurs, his fingers lightly tracing the line of my jaw.
“You coulddome right now,” I say, my words bold and daring, yet my heart races as I wait for his response.
Blade groans, resting his forehead against mine, a deep exhale escaping him.“Trust me when I say you don’t want Rooster teasing you about the noises you make.”
I smirk, the tension between us growing.“You could always put your hand over my mouth...or gag me?”
His eyes flicker with a dark glint, and I feel a shiver of excitement coil in my belly.He shifts slightly, and I can feel him growing harder, his desire undeniable.When I kiss his chest, a growl rumbles deep in his chest.
Without a word, Blade grabs me, lifting me off my feet and tossing me onto the bed.His movements are swift and powerful, and before I can fully catch my breath, he kicks off his boxers and crawls toward me with an intensity that sends sparks through my veins.
His weight shifts over me, his hands finding the curves of my body with a hunger that matches mine.His breath is hot against my skin, sending goose bumps racing across my flesh.I can’t help but respond to him.
Ineedhim.
Blade is all that matters in this moment.
Blade’s eyes meet mine, dark and full of intention.“You sure about this?”he asks, his voice rough, yet there’s a hesitation there that tells me he’s asking more than just for consent.
It’s as if he’s seeking reassurance, a part of him wanting to make sure I’m as in this as he is.
I tug him closer, my lips finding his in a searing kiss.“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whisper, pulling him down on top of me.
His lips trail down my neck, each kiss fueling the fire against my skin.His hands move to my waist, sliding my legs apart as he positions himself between them, his body pressing against mine in the most intimate way.I can feel his pulse, fast and erratic, matching my own.
Without warning, Blade slips inside me, and I gasp at the feeling of him filling me completely.The sensation is overwhelming, intense, raw, and exactly what I’ve been craving.He stares down at me, his expression a mix of pleasure and something darker, something possessive.
“God, you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need.He begins to move slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every inch of me.My body responds instinctively, my hands gripping the sheets as the heat between us builds.
“Blade...”I gasp, my fingers digging into his back.“Please...don’t stop.”
His eyes flash with something almost feral.“I won’t.Not until you’re begging for it.”
