When my sweet girl whimpers, something ravenous claws its way up my chest, needing more. Blakely’s hand slides up my shoulder to tangle in my hair while the other snakes around my back. Her nails scrape against my scalp, letting me know she wants this. She fucking needs it, same as me.
I spread a hand over her lower back, pressing my curvy goddess against my chest as I walk us a few steps backward. Leaning Blakely against the wall, I continue my invasion of her mouth, stroking my tongue against hers until she trembles in my embrace.
Blakely finally breaks our kiss, but I’m not done yet. I can’t get enough of her. Her pulse pounds against her neck, and I lick my lips before pressing a teasing kiss there. My girl moans and tips her head back, giving me more room to devour her.
I growl as I lick a stripe up her neck and pull her earlobe through my teeth. “Love the way you taste,” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her temple and breathing her in.
Blakely writhes against me, rubbing her thighs together in desperate need of friction.
Fuuuuck me, she’s so damn innocent, so young and sweet, and yet broken in a way that will haunt me forever. She’s more than what happened to her in the past. She’s who she chooses to be from this day forward. I hope I’m lucky enough to be a part of her life when she realizes how strong and capable she is.
Blakely might not need me, but I’ve already become addicted to everything about her, from the playful glint in her light blue eyes to her shy smile.
“Cassian,” she half-whines, half-moans.
I love how desperate she is, how innocent in her need, how trusting she is that I’ll give her everything she’s asking for.
“Love how responsive you are,” I tell her, my voice deep and filled with dark desire. I’m trying to keep my shit together, but it’s hard holding onto my sanity when the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on is surrendering her curvy, perfect little body to me.
“Please,” she murmurs, her breaths growing ragged. She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, but goddamn, I like hearing her beg for me.
Wedging my thigh between her legs, I groan when I feel the heat of her pussy through her pants. Fuck, she’s wearing my pants. My clothes are getting soaked with her cream, and goddamn, if I’m not jealous of a pair of sweatpants.
“Ride me, baby,” I growl before taking her lips once again.
Blakely doesn’t move at first, and for a moment, I think I crossed a line. Then she tilts her hips forward, grinding her core against my thigh.
“That’s it, Blakely,” I praise.
“Mmhm,” she breathes, her eyes closed, her swollen lips parted as I take all of her in.
She’s exquisite, from her midnight black hair, wide, ice-blue eyes, ample chest, curvy hips, and thick thighs I can’t wait to see wrapped around my hips as I drive into her over and over…
“Feel good?” I ask, my voice harsh and raspy. I’m barely hanging on, but I need her to get there, to reach the tipping point and fall right into her pleasure.
“Y-y-yeah,” she stutters before burying her face in my shoulder. I hear her muffled moans as her legs tremble and squeeze around my thigh. “I… I… Oh, god…”
Blakely gasps and tips her head back, parting her lips in a silent scream. I hold her close, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her muscles tense and release over and over, and then she exhales, shuddering as she goes limp in my arms.
I scoop her up and cradle her in my lap on the couch. She curls up against my chest, burying her nose between my neck and shoulder.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, rubbing calming circles on her back while her breath returns to normal. “Are you okay? Was that too much?” I ask, suddenly aware of how carried away I got.
“I’m good,” comes her muffled voice. “Was it… for you…?”
I furrow my brow, not sure what she’s trying to say.
Blakely sighs and finally tips her head back, those blue eyes latching onto mine. “I mean… I’ve never… so…” She exhales a frustrated breath, but I don’t let her doubt herself for very long.
“Blakely, you’re an intoxicating mix of sweet and sassy, sexy and innocent, wise beyond your years, yet inexplicably playful, despite life giving you every reason to be bitter and angry. Every moment I get to be with you is better than the last.”
“Are you even real?” she murmurs, those wide, doll-like eyes peering up at me.
God, she’s so precious, so beautiful. My chest aches the longer I look at her.
“As real as you are,” I answer, brushing a kiss to her forehead and the top of her head. I breathe in her wildflower and honey scent, already knowing I can’t live without her. I hope she’s ready for an obsessive mountain man like me. “I’m going to hop in the shower,” I tell her, changing subjects. I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock, and I need to go rub one out in the shower before I lose my damn mind and maul my sweet girl. “Then I can give you a proper tour of the worksite. How does that sound?”
Blakely opens her mouth, no doubt to apologize for trespassing for the tenth time, but I silence her with a chaste kiss.
