Nothing else mattered in that moment except for the way my body instantly caught on fire. Fuck everything and everyone else.
Morgan was the only thing I cared about.
THE FEEL OF Blake’s erection against my throbbing core nearly had me coming on the spot. Then, when our mouths collided in a kiss, I melted into him. The man could kiss. My God, the man could kiss.
I was lost.
Everything slipped away, and all I could feel were his hands on my body. His tongue danced with mine. The taste of whiskey mixed with the sweet champagne. When he grabbed my ass and squeezed, I moaned into his mouth. His hips lifted, and the sweet friction his jeans caused drove me mad. I’d done nothing like this before. Knowing I was on his lap, making out with him in a public place, was surging my desire on. And it was Blake. God, it was Blake I was sitting on. Blake I was grinding against. Blake, who I desperately wanted to have inside me.
“More,” I whispered. “I need more.”
His hand moved to the front of my body and when he touched my bare stomach, I jumped. He stilled, and I pushed down harder against him, pulling out a groan from him that vibrated through my entire body.
His fingers moved across my skin, leaving a path of tingles that shot straight to the throbbing between my legs.
“Yes,” I hissed when he rubbed my nipple through my lace bra.
He pulled his mouth off of mine, our chests heaving. “Just tonight. We can only do this for one night.”
“That’s all I want. Just tonight.”
I ignored the way my body, mind, and even my heart screamed that tonight would never be enough. The way I was feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I wasn’t sure one night with Blake could soothe my desire for him.
He pushed my bra up and exposed both breasts. I turned to look over my shoulder, remembering we were in a very public place. But I knew no one would see us unless they stopped and looked through the curtains. Even then, Blake had pulled us farther back into the darkened corner.
What in the world are you doing, Morgan?
Blake’s tongue swept over my nipple, then he blew on it, causing my body to tremble.
“No one can see us.”
“Anyone who walks by can see if they look hard enough.”
“That makes it all the more fun.”
The thought made me wet. It was so out of character for me. The thought of being seen terrified me, but it excited me at the same time.
Blake lifted my shirt and buried his face under it. I moaned when I felt his hot mouth on my nipple. He flicked his tongue over it in a teasing manner. Then, he sucked and bit down gently as I slapped my hand over my mouth. Pleasure shot through my entire body, causing me to rock against his hard length. That I still had all of my clothes on made my mind swirl. I’d never known this sort of pleasure before. Never.
Oh my gosh. I’m about to come, fully clothed, in a public place.
I wanted this more than I wanted my next breath.
“Blake,” I panted out. He let go of my nipple with his mouth, rubbing and twisting it with his fingers instead. He looked up and smiled. I rocked faster against him.
“I’m so close.”
His fingers went into my hair, and he pulled my lips to his. We kissed passionately, and I let myself go. I felt every single thing this man was doing with his mouth, his fingers, and his hips rocking up to meet mine.
Then he pulled his mouth barely off mine and urged, “Come, Morgan. Come.”
The sound of the bass rattling through my body, my heartbeat racing, and the way Blake looked at me sent me falling over the edge. Stars exploded before me, and I closed my eyes. His mouth was over mine, drowning out my moans of ecstasy.
I didn’t care how it might look. I was writhing on top of this man. Shamelessly grinding into him while he swallowed my moans. The sweet relief of my orgasm felt amazing, and the second it was over, I wanted more. I needed more.
Blake dropped his head against the back of the booth, his breath fast and hard.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I adjusted my bra. “I lost control, and it’s been . . . a long time.”
He lifted his head and stared at me. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry for that. I never thought I’d have one of the most erotic moments of my life fully clothed in a bar. It felt like I was back in high school making out in the back of my dad’s car.”
I groaned and buried my face into his neck. I inhaled the woodsy smell of his cologne. The way it relaxed me and made me feel so safe should have been a warning sign. Instead, it was a drug that made me fall a little more for this man. It was more than physical, but I pushed that silly feeling to the back. I’d deal with it later.
“Blake, I want you.”
With one quick movement, he moved me off him so fast the room spun. Blake slipped out from the booth and came around to my side. He took my hand, helping me out. Then we started for the back-left corner of the bar. My heart was still racing. Where in the world was he taking me? For a moment I panicked. What if there really was a sex club back here? I almost pulled him to a stop before I saw an elevator with a sign that read Private.
Blake pulled out a black key card and swiped it over the panel. The doors opened, and he pulled me in. He hit the top button, and the moment the doors shut, he pushed me against the wall of the elevator, his mouth covering mine. The alcohol and the way he kissed left me feeling dizzy.
The doors opened, and Blake picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his body, and our mouths crashed together once again. He walked us through a room and down a hall. Blake pulled out his key again, pushed a door open, and then walked us down another hall. He walked into a room, and I drew away from his addictive kisses to see that we were in a bedroom.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“My bedroom.”
“You have a private elevator that takes you from the club to your condo?”
“Penthouse, and yes.”
My eyes widened as I took in the room.
“This is your last chance to back out of this, Morgan. Once I put you down, I’m taking these clothes off of you. Slowly. Then I’m burying myself inside you all fucking night.”
I focused back on him. Our eyes met, and I could see he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “I want this. I want you, Blake.”
Closing his eyes, he slowly let me down. Then he cupped my face in his hands. The way he stared at me made my entire body tremble. It almost felt like his next set of words pained him.
“Just for tonight, princess,” he whispered, pulling my T-shirt over my head. His gaze felt heated as he took me in. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground.
“Jesus,” he whispered, lifting his hands and rubbing each nipple with the pad of his thumbs. “You’re perfect. So beautifully perfect.”
Heat flooded into my cheeks, and I tried to look away, only to feel his finger on my chin, forcing my eyes upward to meet his gaze.
“You. Are. Beautiful.”
My eyes burned with the threat of tears. I had never imagined Blake to be so sweet. I figured he would have ripped my clothes off and fucked me against the elevator. Hell, I figured we would have sex in the club or the bathroom. I never dreamed he would bring me up to his own bedroom. Everything about him surprised me, and yet none of it surprised me.
His hands moved to my skirt, and he slowly pulled it down along with my panties. He dropped soft kisses as he dropped to his knees.
When he placed a kiss just above my throbbing clit, I gasped out, “Oh God. Wait. I need to know something.”
He kept kissing above my clit. When he looked up and our eyes met, I couldn’t believe I was about ask what I was about to ask.
“How many women have you had in your bed?”
“I’ve never brought a woman here before, Morgan.”
His confession made my stomach flip, and I liked that I was the only woman he’d ever been with in his bed. I liked it more than I wante
d to admit.
His eyes were pools of lust. “I need to taste you.”
The moment my fingers went into his hair, I heard him moan. Then he stood, lifted me into his arms and gently placed me on the bed.
“I will explore every single inch of this body. If I only have tonight, I want to memorize it all.”
Blake stood back and quickly undressed. My eyes took in every inch of his glorious body. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, and my mouth watered at the sight of the well-defined V dipping into his jeans. I slowly lifted my gaze to his broad, perfectly sculpted chest. On the way, I noted his six-pack abs were so defined I felt like I was looking at a picture.
“Lord almighty, how much do you work out?” I asked, not even caring that I was looking at him like I wanted to devour him. I might have even wiped drool from the corner of my mouth.
“A lot. Especially lately.”
My eyes jerked up to his. “Why?”
He shrugged as he moved his hands to the button of his jeans. “Stress reliever. I haven’t had sex in a while and need an outlet.”
I wasn’t sure why knowing Blake hadn’t had sex in a while made me feel all tingly. I wanted to ask him when the last time was, or why he hadn’t had sex, but now was not the time to dive into his subconscious.
Then, off went his pants and boxers in a quick movement. My mouth fell open at the sight of his hard length resting against his solid rock of a body.
“Oh my,” I breathed out. “I’ll be feeling the aftereffects of you for days.”
With a chuckle, Blake climbed back onto the bed and did exactly what he promised he would do. He started at my neck and slowly placed kisses all over my body. When he paused to pay attention to each nipple, I nearly came again.
“God, it’s been a long time,” I gasped between breaths. My fingers laced through his dark hair as I let myself get lost to him.
“I’m going to take care of you, princess. Just relax, and let me make you feel good.”
Feel good? I was feeling much better than good. I was in heaven. Lost in a world of absolute euphoria. No man had ever paid this kind of attention to my body. Not even Mike.
For a moment guilt ripped through my body. How could I be lying here comparing Blake to Mike? Pushing my thoughts aside, I grabbed the sheets and froze when I felt his hot breath between my thighs.
“Stop me now if you don’t want this, Morgan.”
“I . . . I want it, Blake. Desperately.” I hadn’t realized until that moment how long I had wanted this. Wanted him.
The moment his mouth touched me, I arched off the bed. The room spun, and I cried out his name within minutes. Seconds, maybe. I’d never had an orgasm that felt like that. It was so intense I had to wiggle away from him to make it stop. My body felt like it would combust as each ripple raced from my toes to my head then back around again.
“How was that?” Blake asked while placing soft kisses up my stomach.
“Can’t. Think.”
He laughed lightly, then took my nipple into his mouth while twisting the other with his fingers. Then his mouth was on my neck, his fingers were pushing inside me. It was all too much. His touch, his kisses, the way he whispered every word. I knew I wouldn’t be walking out of here the same person.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, princess. You’re so beautiful. I want to hear you cry out my name. God, you feel so good.”
It wasn’t lost on me when he said he had wanted to be with me for so long. How long was so long? Two weeks? Two months? Years? How long had I wanted him? Maybe since the first time I first saw him all those years ago. Every word, every touch made me feel like I was free falling into a black hole, and I had no idea whether I would be able to simply walk away from him tomorrow morning like nothing had happened.
I had to, though. I had promised Blake one night of no-strings sex.
“Morgan,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the base of my neck and slipped his fingers back inside me.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I made a promise to myself.
I’ll walk away tomorrow. I have to.
“BLAKE.”
The way she whispered my name and lifted her hips as her body clenched around my fingers nearly had me losing my control, which was already hanging on by a thread.
Slow down, Blake. Christ almighty, slow the hell down.
My hand slipped from her warmth and teased her swollen clit. I wanted to hear her cry out my name again and again. See her tremble while her orgasm raced through her body. I knew the moment I slipped inside her I would lose my shit. There was no doubt in my mind that tonight would leave me half of who I had been. I’d never experienced what was happening with any other woman before in my life.
“You are so beautiful, Morgan.” I whispered as I kissed along her jaw. “I want you so fucking badly I can hardly think straight.”
Her fingers dug into my back. “I’m yours. Completely yours.”
The tightness in my chest was something new. I wanted those words to be true. Not just something she said in the heat of passion.
One night. It’s only one night. Then you’ll see it was lust. That’s it.
Lust my ass. Everything about Morgan and tonight is different.
My knee pushed her legs apart, and she spread open for me. Grabbing me by the ass, she pulled me to her, silently begging me to push inside her.
“Blake, stop teasing me. Please, I need to feel you.”
Reaching across the bed, I opened my side drawer and pulled out a few condoms.
“Wait.”
Her voice instantly made me stop.
Fuck me. She’s changing her mind.
Turning to face her, I asked, “Did you change your mind?”
Her eyes widened with surprised before she laughed. “God, no. It’s just . . . well . . . since this is a night of doing things I don’t normally do I was thinking. Well, what I mean is. I guess I wanted to . . .”
Frowning, I shook my head. “Tell me, Morgan.”
Her eyes jerked to mine, and I could see the doubt in them. I’d give anything to take that way.
“Never mind. It was stupid.”
The mood in the bedroom instantly went from hot to cold. Like someone had thrown ice water on both of us.
“Please don’t do that. Tell me what you were trying to say, princess. I’m trying so hard to go slow and not just push inside you and fuck you until you scream out my name.”
Her teeth dug into her lip. “I think I would like that.”
With a low growl, I replied, “I would too. But not our first time. You’re worth more than a quick fuck.”
The emptiness left her eyes, and I could see a sparkle shine through.
She swallowed hard and spoke barely above a whisper. “I’m clean, and I’ve never slept with anyone without a condom. Are you clean?”
Goddamn it. I can’t believe I was so insensitive to not talk to her about this before I started this. “Yes. I’ve never had sex without a condom. I was tested a few months back just to be safe. I honestly haven’t had that many partners.”
She gave me a disbelieving look. “You? I figured you’d been with a lot of women.”
I shook my head. “No.”
She gave me a slight grin. “Good.”
I grabbed the condom, only to have her grab my wrist.
“Blake, I want to have sex with no condom.”
My stomach dropped, and I pulled back away from her. “What?”
Her cheeks turned red. “I told you it was stupid and irresponsible. It’s a silly fantasy I played out in my head.”
“With me? You fantasized having sex with me? I mean, with no condom?”
Morgan nodded and then turned her head, not wanting to look me in the eyes. Placing my finger on her chin, I drew her gaze back.
“Talk to me.”
She licked her lips and then spoke. “I’ve always been so careful with everything. But when I think of being with you, I want to feel everything. To know what y
ou feel like inside me. To feel what it would be like to have a man come inside me.”
I swallowed hard. “Are you, um, are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
We locked our eyes on one another. “This is a dangerous game, Morgan.”
She worried her lip. “Just one time?”
Just one time. I wanted to laugh. If I had sex with her like this, it would change everything. I knew it, and I was positive she knew it.
“It only takes one time to get pregnant,” I said.
“We don’t have to. I’m sorry I brought it up.”
My eyes searched her face, and I dropped the condom back down. The smile that spread across her face made me realize there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make her happy. And that was a new feeling.
Pulling me back on top of her, Morgan spread her legs then hooked her right leg over me, drawing me closer to her. My cock rubbed against her clit, and we both moaned.
“Please, Blake. Give me this one thing. Please.”
The tip of my cock pushed slightly inside of her, teasing me with her warmth and wetness. My eyes closed, and I prayed I wouldn’t come the moment I pushed in.
“Yes,” she hissed, grabbing my ass and lifting her hips, pushing me in more.
“God, Morgan. This is . . . so . . . fucking . . . good.”
No. No. No. No. I had meant to say wrong. It was so wrong, yet it felt so right. If any other woman had asked me to have sex with no condom, I would have laughed at them, then probably told them to leave. But with Morgan, everything was different.
Everything.
I slowly worked myself into her until I was all the way in. We both stilled, our eyes locking on to each other. Neither one of us wanted to move. It was as if we spoke to each other through our eyes.
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