I scoffed. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a good, moral person.”
“So, which are you then? Good, moral person or rebel?”
“I’m both,” I replied, smiling, not even sure what point I was trying to prove anymore. All I knew was that I didn’t want Blake to win this argument.
“No, you’re not,” he shot back. “You don’t have a rebellious bone in your body.”
“Yes, I do!” I retorted. “I can be very rebellious!”
“Fine, prove it then.”
“How do you want me to prove it to you?”
“Let me feel you up.” He smirked.
I glared at him, irritated and fired up by the argument. How dare he call me a Goody Two-shoes? He barely even knew me. I could be fun and exciting. “Fine!” I shouted, giving in.
“What? Really?” he asked, his eyes wide. He began inching closer to me.
“Not so fast, I’m setting a timer on my phone! You get one minute, that’s it!” I knew I had to set boundaries, or this could get out of hand. I’d just give him one minute to touch my boobs and then, done and done, we’d settle it.
“I’m being timed?” He furrowed his brows.
“Yes, you get one minute as proof I’m capable of rebelling, but that’s it!”
“No, I want five!”
“Fine, I’ll compromise and give you three!” I typed three minutes into the timer on my phone and put it where we could both see it. “Ready, set, go,” I pressed the timer to start.
He instantly got on his knees and positioned himself in front of me. My breath hitched in nervousness as he towered over me and brought his hands toward my body. I sat back on my hands while he grazed his fingers along the sides of my lower ribcage and slid them up my body until his thumbs were touching the sides of my breasts. Then he brought his mouth to my neck, slowly kissing his way down to my chest, moving his lips farther south between my breasts, pulling the neckline of my shirt lower with his chin. I was about to stop him, thinking this was not at all what I imagined he would do, but his lips on my skin felt too good, too heavenly. My whole body burned hot with desire as his mouth grazed the valley between my breasts. My fingers and toes tingled with the satisfaction of a forbidden desire being fulfilled as his mouth entered such a guarded part of my body, the stubble on his jaw sensually brushing against my sensitive skin.
He traced his thumbs along the sides of my breasts gently, a new, thrilling sensation materializing within me. As I leaned back, giving in to his touch, he supported me with his hands and lowered me down until I was lying flat on my back, and he was hovering above me. He quickly glanced in my eyes and switched strategies, moving his face lower down my body, untucking my shirt, kissing up my stomach and pulling my shirt up as he did.
A very weak part of me thought I should stop him, but found I was powerless against how good his lips felt grazing my skin, bringing butterflies to my stomach. He continued kissing up the center of my torso, lifting my shirt until my bra was completely uncovered. His lips trailed one of my breasts while he used his thumb to pull down the top of my bra until my nipple was fully exposed. He moved his mouth to suck on it, flicking his tongue against it, provoking it to harden in his mouth.
If I wasn’t wet before, I definitely was now. My whole body desired him. He switched to the other nipple, both my breasts completely bare and revealed to him, making me feel as if I were simultaneously in heaven and hell, giving in to my most illicit desires, in complete ecstasy. A moan escaped my lips as the timer went off. I suddenly regretted my decision to limit this to three minutes. Even five would have been too short.
Blake instantly sat up and looked down at me. “Now, what do I need to do to do the same thing but on the bottom half of your body? I’d prefer more than three minutes, but I can work fast if I have to.” He smiled mischievously at me.
“You’re pushing your luck now,” I responded, sitting up, pulling my bra back over my nipples, and pulling my shirt down. It’d be lying to say I wasn’t tempted by his suggestion, now being so worked up. But I couldn’t let him know that—I could barely even admit it to myself.
“Okay, maybe it won’t happen today, but I know it will. You enjoyed those three minutes more than you’re going to admit. I heard you moan. If I’d had five minutes like I’d asked for, you’d be begging me to remove your skirt.”
“In your dreams,” I snapped back, not wanting him to know how much I enjoyed it and how badly I wanted him to continue.
“I know I’m in your dreams too. I wish I could know what I’m doing to you in them.”
“Goddess, you’re so conceited!”
He laughed and then stood up, giving me his hand to help me up. “Come on, we should go before it gets too late. I have pack business to take care of this afternoon.” After helping me up, he packed the blanket back into his backpack and slung it over his shoulders. We hiked back to his car so he could drive me home.
When he dropped me off, he leaned over before I got out of his car and said, “Sweet dreams tonight. Make sure you text me everything I’m doing to you in them so I can make them come true next time.” He winked at me and brushed my hair behind my ear.
The sensations from earlier flooded back, gathering and pulsing between my legs. Damn, I could feel how wet I was, wondering if the thin layer of my panties would be enough to shield my wetness from Blake’s car seat. His eyes were staring into mine, hypnotizing me. No! Must not be hypnotized!
“Not happening,” I replied, opening the door and getting out. I felt torn. What happened today was amazing, heavenly. I didn’t know that someone’s mouth on your nipples could feel so incredible. But it couldn’t keep happening. As much as my whole body desired Blake, I knew it was wrong. No, I needed to stay away from him! But could I?
Chapter 9