Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)

Blake.

He was still here, still watching over me. I moved slowly as I somehow managed to get out of his embrace. I was dressed in the T-shirt and panties I had put on sometime Saturday afternoon.

Tiptoeing into the bathroom, I quietly shut the door and gave myself a good look in the mirror.

“Dear God.” I looked like death had been knocking on my door.

My hair was a mess. I had black circles under my eyes, though I had no idea how; I was positive I had slept more the last three days than I had in the last few months.

I brushed my teeth, stripped out of my clothes, and got into the shower. The warm water felt good as I closed my eyes and let it run over my head.

“How are you feeling?”

An instant rush of tingles raced over my body at the sound of Blake’s voice.

“Much better, thanks to you.”

He chuckled as he opened the glass shower door and stepped in. I let my eyes roam over his perfect body. I blushed when I realized he was doing the same. I didn’t think I could ever get used to the way this man looked at me. The dark passion in his eyes made my body tremble.

“I did nothing but watch over you.”

“And feed me. Bathe me. Make sure my fever didn’t get too high.”

He winked then motioned for me to turn around. “Let me wash your hair.”

I felt my breath quickening, and I was hypersensitive to Blake’s every touch. The feel of his fingers working the shampoo into my scalp nearly had me melting to the floor.

“Lean your head back some, baby.”

Good Lord. His pet names alone were enough to make me push my ass back and beg him to take me. My lady bits throbbed.

He pulled me back into the water and rinsed the shampoo from my hair. Then he worked the conditioner in as my body built up more and more. I was positive if he touched my nipples right now I would have an orgasm.

Then he ran his fingers through my hair while letting the water slowly wash away the conditioner.

“Blake,” I whispered, needing to hear him say something. Anything.

He turned me around and stared into my eyes with the most glorious look on his face. It was almost like he had just designed the world’s tallest skyscraper, and I was his prize.

When he touched my body, I jumped. His hands moved easily over my skin, the result of the body soap he had lathered on. He dropped down, cleaning down one leg and then back up the other. I willed him to touch me, but he didn’t. He simply placed his hands on my stomach and started slowly working his way up. He took each breast in his hands and rubbed his thumb against each nipple. I gasped, and he smiled devilishly at me.

“Blake.”

My voice was more commanding this time. I was tired of this. I needed more.

“Not yet, princess. You’re still weak, and I will not make love to you while you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick anymore. I mean, I feel so much better.” My hand reached down to stroke his long, hard shaft.

Blake groaned and closed his eyes. I pumped faster, making his body jerk in response. He squeezed my nipples, and I moaned with pleasure.

His eyes opened, and then he bit into his lower lip.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

My legs went limp, and he grabbed me.

“Shit, see. This is too much. I knew it!”