Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)

“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.”