Behind The Book (Sexy 2)

I hear him tear open the condom, and then he lifts my hips up. “On your knees.”

I do it, leaning on my forearms. He wraps my hair around his hand and pulls it back, making my head jerk back. There are no other words. He pushes my legs apart and slams into me with no warning.

“Fuck,” I yell out. He isn’t slow. He isn’t sweet. He’s fucking me, just like I thought, but it feels so good.

“When I said you were mine, I meant it, London. When I said you’re beautiful, I meant it. I want you more than anyone else. Don’t question that again.” He keeps up the punishing rhythm, bringing me closer and closer to coming.

“Never.”

He pulls my head back a bit more by my hair and nips my ear. “Good girl.”

I can feel myself tightening on him. Between his words and his fucking, I won’t last much longer. He must feel it because he reaches around and rubs my clit, throwing me over the edge in the strongest orgasm I have ever felt.

“Blake, oh my God.”

He slams into me three more times and shouts my name with his release, before collapsing on my back. We are breathing heavily, and after a few minutes, he starts kissing every inch of my back. He easily flips me over and pulls me to him so we’re sitting, holding onto each other.

“I’m sorry if I was rough.” He kisses the top of my head.

“You were, but I liked it.”

He pulls back and stares at me. “I just want you to know that this thing between us, I want it. I feel a connection to you that I’ve never felt.”

I move the hair off his face and kiss his lips. “I feel the same way.” He smiles at me and hugs me so tight I can feel his muscles flexing.

After a few minutes, we decide to get dressed and go have some breakfast. While we’re dressing, Blake stands in front of me. “London?” I glance up at him as I button my shorts. “Have you ever been with a guy that was pierced?” I laugh and tell him no. “Have you ever been with a guy that likes rough sex?” Oh damn, this is somewhat embarrassing. I tell him no again, and he gets a huge smile. It makes my insides melt with what is yet to come. He wraps his arms around me and our eyes lock. “Have you ever been with a guy that worships you?” I feel tears stinging my eyes and shake my head. “That’s all about to change. I promise you that.” He kisses me and holds me in his arms. I have no doubt that it is all about to change and for the better. I am no longer scared, I am loving life, and Blake Foster is the reason.

Chapter Ten

Blake

I’m sitting out back having a smoke, thinking of how fucking unreal last night and this morning were. Last night was like New York all over again, except for the fact that she remembers it and was here this morning. She felt the same, tasted the same, and made the same moans. It was like a damn dream come true. I’ve been waiting months to be inside her again, and it was worth the wait. This morning when she said she wasn’t the most beautiful woman, I lost it. I want her to know just how beautiful she is and how special she is, and if me fucking her senseless does that, I’ll fuck her every day. Not a bad plan. The thing that got me the most was when she said no one had worshiped her. This woman deserves that and so much more. She should have a man who is willing to lay down his life for her, and I’ll tell you right now, that man is me.

The back door opens, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I turn to see London walking out. She sits down next to me, and I put out my smoke before kissing her. “I have to leave soon. I need to get some writing done or I’m going to miss my deadline,” she says, pouting.

I hate the idea of her leaving, but I know we both have things that need to be done. I have to get to the gym and reschedule the shoot I canceled.

“All right, I’ll take you home now. Are you sure you don’t want to shower first?”

She giggles since I asked her three times already at breakfast. “Blake, I don’t have any clean clothes or underwear here. I’m not going to shower and put dirty panties on.”

I grin at her and stand up. “Well, I guess we need to make sure you have some things here. You know, so you can shower the next morning.” She stands up and pushes up on her toes

to kiss me. Oh, this woman has some kind of hold on me I’ve never experienced. I can’t get enough of her. We just had sex, and with a simple kiss, I’m ready to take her back to my room.

“I think we can arrange that.”

Hell yes, we can, because I want her in the shower. I want to run my hands over every wet inch of her body. Shit, I need to think of something else.

“Come on, let’s get going. As much as I hate this weekend to end, we both have things to do.” We go out to the truck, and I drive her home. When I pull into her driveway, I glance over at her and she smiles. “I’ll walk you in.” I help her out and walk her to the door. I really hate the fact she lives alone. I know a lot of people do, but I’m not in a relationship with them.

She opens the door and I walk inside with her. She looks at me with raised eyebrows, and I lift my shoulders and search around. “What are you doing?” She laughs as she puts her purse down.

“Making sure you’re safe before I leave you.” I go to check out the hallway, and she stops me with her hand on my chest.

“Blake, that is so incredibly sweet, and I appreciate it so much, but I’m okay. I’ve lived here for a few years, and I did a lot of research to make sure it was a safe neighborhood. I have locks and an alarm system. I promise you, I’m safe in this house.”

I grab her hand and lead her to the couch. I sit down and pull her onto my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and I take a breath.