“Shouldn’t you cover up?” she asked.
He snorted. “No, pet. You’ll get used to me naked fairly quickly.”
She wiped her mouth and scurried out of the bedroom. Her gaze scanned the room for something to put on. She glanced at the clothing she’d been given, and it seemed to take forever. There were no other gowns in the pile of clothing she’d been given, but she did find a pair of gray sweats.
A scream tore from her throat when an arm came around her waist, and she saw Blake’s hand reach for the sweats and drop them back into the pile.
“You’re not going to need those, pet.”
Her eyes slid closed as his hand ran slowly up and down her torso.
“I … I don’t think we should do this.”
“Oh? I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
Air caught in her throat when he smoothed her hair to the side and started kissing and licking her neck and shoulder.
“Oh, God.”
He chuckled.
“It’s just … um … we’re not married.”
“We will be,” he said.
She gripped the hand on her stomach. “B … but we don’t have to now that my father is gone.”
He bit down on the spot between her neck and shoulder hard enough for her to feel the sting.
“We will be married, pet. Please don’t doubt me. We’re both adults, and I’ve got the experience to know you need a good fucking. You’re wound up so tight you won’t be able to sleep. Are you going to tell me you don’t want me?”
She sucked in a breath. “I … no. I do.”
His tone lowered, and he started to seduce her just with his voice again. “Baby, you had a hard night. You deserve to have me make you feel good.”
“It’s just … I’m scared.”
“Oh, I know, but I will never hurt you. It won’t be comfortable when I take your virginity, but that only lasts for a minute.”
Before she said anything, he picked her up and laid her on the bed, then came down beside her on his side. He rested his weight on his elbow as he watched his hand run up and down her body, but he stayed away from the places that ached the most.
She opened her mouth to beg him to touch her when his head descended. His mouth took hers in a kiss so blatantly sexual that all she could do was hang on to him.
“Fuck, babe. You taste so fucking good.”
She blinked up at him and tried to understand his words.
He moaned and went back to her mouth.
A cry flew from her throat when his hand slid up and cupped her breast.
“Goddamn. I need this off.”
Before she understood what he meant, he’d swept the gown over her head and threw it to the floor.
Her hands instinctively covered her breasts, and she pressed her legs together.
“Oh, hell no, pet. I want to see what belongs to me, and you’re going to let me. Put your hands down by your side.”
“Blake…”
“I know. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
The pleasure he was giving her was so overwhelming that she didn’t know if she’d be able to take a deep breath for much longer. Her head already felt like she was high and her body was strung tight.