Her cheeks warmed. “I may hold you to that.”
“I’ll hold myself to it.” He nuzzled her neck. “You taste incredible, and you’re so damn sexy.”
Sexy? When had anyone called her sexy? Another wave of empowerment swept through her, making her bolder.
She caught his chin and lifted his head up so their gazes met. “You need to let me return the favor.”
His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. “Soon, sweetie. But right now, the main place my dick wants to be is right here.”
There was that dirty talk again, but it didn’t shock her this time. The way he cupped her between her legs had her breath catch and the ache low in her belly growing once more.
“I wanted to make you come more than once before we got to this part,” he admitted raggedly, “but I admit, my control is getting a little thin.”
She propped herself up on her elbow and reached for the edge of his shirt. Her gaze slid to the noticeable bulge inside his jeans.
“There’s a solution to that, you know.”
His chest swelled with the deep breath he took in. A moment later, he climbed off the bed and tugged his T-shirt off.
The sight of his naked, muscled chest had her mouth going dry. Her attention briefly caught on the scar near his upper chest, but then the rasp of his zipper distracted her again.
Her gaze followed the jeans he shucked off and lingered on the thick curve of his erection beneath his boxer briefs.
A stab of nervousness hit her again as she tried to imagine how that would fit in her.
“Shit, how did I forget a condom?”
“I have some.” She smiled and climbed over to the edge of the bed and leaned down to grab the box from her backpack.
While she was still leaning over the bed, Blake settled behind her, and suddenly, she felt the brush at the back of her neck.
A tremble rocked her, and she closed her eyes. When he cupped her ass and squeezed the flesh, she sighed. Then his finger dipped low to stroke inside her, and she groaned.
“You’re ready,” he murmured, nipping at her nape.
“So ready.”
He moved off her and playfully rolled her onto her back. She caught her breath at the sight of his erection rising between them.
Blake made quick time putting a condom on before settling between her legs.
“Remember to tell me if it’s too much or if you want me to slow down.”
She didn’t trust herself to speak now, so she gave a shaky nod.
He parted her folds with his fingers and then shifted so the tip of him probed her entrance.
The most sensual part for her was watching his face and seeing the raw desire there. The need that he’d so carefully kept in check.
He eased inside slowly, and her breathing grew shallow, both from need and anticipation. He went deeper until there was the slightest bit of discomfort, and she tensed.
“Trust me,” he whispered, just before he lowered his mouth to hers.
His tongue sought hers, stroking gently to relax her once more so she was ready once he thrust past the point of resistance.
She gasped at the hint of pain, her body clenching again.
Blake groaned against her lips, and when he touched her clit a moment later, the pleasure returned and overrode any discomfort.