Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)

He lifted me higher, changing the angle he was entering me at, and another orgasm raced through my body, nearly leaving me breathless as we came together.

The only word to describe sex with Blake was bliss. And not just bliss, but pure, heavenly, take-me-to-another-world bliss.

Blake rolled to his side and pulled my body against his. Our breathing slowly settled to a normal pace, and I soon heard Blake’s soft breathing. He had fallen asleep holding me.

The feel of this man’s arm draped over my body felt so right. A tear slipped from my eye, but it wasn’t from sadness. It was because I was finally ready to admit it: I was falling in love with Blake.

I was falling in love with Blake, and it felt so different from how I’d felt about Mike. I knew Mike loved me, but he never showed me how much he loved me. Maybe it was because he never showed me how much he desired me like Blake had.

Turning over, I stared at Blake. This was Blake Greene. All these years I’d thought I had known him. Yet I had a strange feeling he was keeping a part of himself from me. It was an odd thing to feel, but it was so strong.

My mind drifted back to the last time we were together. Smiling, I traced my fingertip over my lower lip. He had made me feel so alive. Had whispered such sweet things as he made love to me. He had even admitted in front of Nash that he was confused by a woman. Me. I had left him confused. Left him not himself. Could we really make this work? I wanted more, and I was positive he wanted more as well.

Blake stirred next to me, and I felt my body still.

“Damn woman, you got me so relaxed I fell asleep.”

I smiled as he opened his eyes. I wanted desperately to ask him where he saw this going. But maybe it was for the best that I pushed my growing feelings to the side, at least for now.

A buzzing sound came from the floor.

“Shit, my phone.”

Blake stood, and I watched him walk across the room naked. He was so confident with himself, and he had good reason to be. The man was perfect. How could he have just woken up and still look as handsome as ever? I was positive I looked like a mess.

Reaching into his pants pocket, he took out his phone and read the text message. He frowned, then blew out an exhale while he replied. He set his phone on the side table and then crawled onto the bed, kissing me softly on the nose. The gesture made me swoon.

“I’m going to take a shower. Care to join me?”

The way he wiggled his eyebrows made me moan softly. More sex with Blake? Yes. Please.

“Well, I do have to shower.”

He smiled and then got off the bed. “How I am going to live if I don’t have your body every day?”

I drew my lower lip between my teeth and bit down, wondering the answer to that same question.

“Come on, let’s go shower.”

“Give me one minute to just lay here. I’m still in blissful heaven.”

Blake winked and headed into the bathroom.

With a long satisfied exhale, I stretched my body and then sat up. The sound of the water turned on and my insides quivered at the thought of sex with him again.

Blake’s phone was sitting on the side table with the messages open to the last text he had sent.

Nash: Dude, are you free right now? I want to talk to you about that business proposition I have.

Me: Free, not doing anything important. Let me finish up this project. Give me like an hour and I’ll meet you at your office.

Nash: See ya then.

Standing, I stared down at his words. Not doing anything important. Finish this project.

It was irrational for me to feel so hurt. I had asked him not to say anything to Nash. Told him I needed it to be kept a secret. So why did this hurt me like a knife in the heart?

It was the word “project.” Covering my mouth, I tried not to feel sick.