“In forty minutes.” Growing more confident and curious, she moved off the couch to kneel in front of him. “More than enough time for me to…” She trailed off, embarrassed to say the words aloud. “You know. Help you out.”
She placed her hands on his knees and looked up at him through her lashes.
His nostrils flared, and his mouth tightened. “Kristen, you don’t need to do this.”
“Of course I don’t need to, but I want to.” She turned her attention to his erection, which seemed to have grown. “It’s like I have carte blanche to learn everything about getting down and dirty right now,” she said softly. “What I like, what I don’t. I want to try this.”
“All right.” He caught her wrist and pulled her hand up to his erection. “Then touch me.”
Her heart skipped as she curled her fingers around it. The seething breath Blake let out sent a rush of empowerment through her.
She moved her hand up and down his length. So soft and yet hard. And warm.
“Does that feel good?” She glanced up at him. “Is my grip too tight?”
“No.” His smile was lazy, full of pleasure. “Harder is better.”
“Show me how you like it.”
His hand covered hers, and he guided her in the grip and speed of movement he liked.
She watched his eyes to read when he was really into it.
With a low groan, he released her hand, leaned back on the coach and let her take over. “That’s good,” he mumbled, “just like that.”
Maybe, but she still wanted to try other stuff. She released her grip on him, and his groan of disappointment became one of pleasure when she took him in her mouth.
“Kristen.” He caught her hair between his fingers, not quite holding her against him but definitely keeping her close.
She moved her mouth over him. Tasting him and exploring how deep she could take him.
She lost track of time, was only focused on exploring him and pleasing him. His groans thrilled her, assured her she must’ve been doing something right.
He made a choked noise and pushed her away quickly.
She fell back on her heels, dumbfounded. “What—”
Blake groaned, gripping himself as he came.
Fascinated at the moment, she watched him finish. When he slumped back and gasped, she moved to stand and disappeared to the bathroom to grab him a damp towel.
“Thank you.” He accepted it with a grimace, making quick time cleaning himself up. “I didn’t want to surprise you with all that on your first time out.”
With a husky laugh, she murmured, “Thank you. I’m not sure I would’ve been ready for it yet. I just figured there’d be more warning.”
“Sometimes there is.” He sighed. “Sometimes there isn’t.”
What a weird sensation that must’ve been. “I’m going to grab a robe. Our food should be here soon.”
By the time she’d finished donning a robe and tying it around her waist, Blake was dressed from the waist down.
Which was such a sexy image. His naked chest and abs seemed carved with all the deep muscular ridges and grooves.
The knock on the door a short while later signaled the arrival of their food. By the time she signed the receipt and shut the hotel room door, Blake had wheeled the cart holding their breakfasts over to the bed.
“What do you think?”
She glanced at him and gave a small smile. “Breakfast in bed? Sounds amazing.”