Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)

I glanced down, and he moved his hand to run his finger along my bra line.

“I see a woman who is confident, smart, and not afraid to go after something she wants. All of that is a huge turn-on. At least it is for me.”

This time I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face.

When his hands moved to lift off my sports bra, I fought the urge to reach up and hold it in place.

“That’s it, princess. Look at how you beautiful you are.”

When his fingers teased my nipples, I sucked in a breath and let out a low moan. Watching him touch me in the mirror was turning me on even more.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve been thinking about you? Dreaming I could touch this body again. Feel your soft skin against mine. No woman has ever made me desire her like you have.”

“I have?” I said, hearing the uncertainty in my voice. I hated that I was questioning myself. I never did that, but something about this moment was tearing me open, exposing my fears for Blake to see. My deepest secret felt like it was about to explode from my chest and be laid out for him to see.

I wasn’t good enough. For anyone.

Blake dropped to his knees behind me. “Yes, you have.”

Slipping his fingers barely inside my panties, he slowly pulled them down. Our gazes locked in the mirror, and my breathing picked up to almost a pant.

The feel of Blake’s heated stare and his hands moving over my naked body was becoming too much to bear. I could feel how wet I was getting from his touch.

“I’ve wanted no one like I want you, Morgan. Never. The next time I tell you how beautiful you are, you will know I mean every damn word.” He placed a kiss on the side of my hip, causing my entire body to shake.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice shaking.

I nodded and barely whispered, “I want you.”

Turning away from the mirror, I looked down at Blake. My fingers raked through his hair as he closed his eyes for a moment.

Then I told him the truth. “I want you like I’ve never wanted any other man before.”

The words were true. So true. A part of me felt the sharp pain of guilt in my chest. I had loved Mike with all my heart, but it had never been like this. The connection I felt with Blake was so new and different. It was something other than physical. With Mike, it had started out with a physical attraction. Then he left for the military and I don’t think we ever learned to know each other. With Blake, it felt like an explosion of every emotion and feeling hitting me all at once.

Blake stood, and the unspoken question in his eyes mirrored my own thoughts. He was too much of a gentleman to ask it, and I was too afraid to tell him the truth.

“I’m sort of feeling like I’m floating around on a raft, lost and confused. I feel guilty for wanting you the way I do, but I also feel like this is something I’ve been searching for my whole life,” I finally said.

His hands cupped my face, and he leaned his forehead to mine. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead he kissed me. It was one of his dizzying kisses that left me panting and needing more. The kind that made me forget everything and everyone. I was only in this moment. Only with this man.

My hands shook while I wo

rked at getting his pants off him. Once they were removed, we both climbed onto the bed, Blake moving over me, our hands all over each other’s bodies as he slowly pushed inside me. This time he didn’t even ask about a condom, not that I would have told him any different from the first night we were together. I needed to feel him without a barrier between us.

His hard warmth caused me to cry out in pure pleasure when he lost control, pushing in quick and hard. He stilled, and I urged him on by wrapping my leg around him.

“I’m sorry, princess. Did I hurt you?”

Digging my nails into his shoulders, I panted, “No. Please move. Blake, I need more. Please give me more.”

“Shit, Morgan, you’re gonna make me come before we even get started.”

I smiled as he moved to his knees. He grabbed my body, pulling me to him and did exactly what I asked for. He moved fast and hard, in and out of me in a delicious, pounding rhythm. The sounds of our bodies hitting together and his moans mixing with mine were exotic. When his fingers moved down between our bodies and touched my clit, I exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm. Clamping my hand over my mouth, I attempted to keep in my cries of pleasure.

“Morgan, I’m going to come.”

“Yes!” I softly moaned, feeling him grow bigger inside me.