Imminent Danger (Adrenaline Highs) (25 page)

Her gaze skittered away.

He wasn’t about to stop now. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

She snorted, but without one bit of humor. “I can’t see how we could get any more personal than where we’re at.”

“You told me in the park that you’ve never done a lot of things. Since then, you’ve kissed.” He traced a light finger over the round corner of her shoulder and let her get used the feel of him. “You’ve actually become fairly proficient at it in a very short period of time.” Understatement. She fucking knocked the lid off his fantasies with just her mouth on his. “I’m thinking there’s another lesson I can give you tonight. Something you might like as much as making love for the first time.” Especially since he knew the first time was going to hurt her. Knew it with a certainty that made his stomach cramp.

Her skeptical eyes indicated she had no clue what he meant.

“Have you had an orgasm, Ab?”

She closed her eyes before glancing up at him again and shaking her head.

“You’ve never touched yourself?”

“No,” she snapped a little too quickly. “What did you not understand about my first answer?”

“You’re embarrassed and you shouldn’t be.” He slid the palm of his hand slowly down her arm and she inhaled. A good sign or a bad one? He didn’t know.

“I’m going to make love to you tonight, Ab, but not the way you think. I am definitely going to make you come. I’m going to show you how good it feels to be touched the right way, by the right person.” He kept his caress all the way down her arm and to her hand, which rested on her thigh, then he let his fingers trace circles on her soft skin below his T-shirt.

She was a work of art. Every smooth inch of her gleamed in the shallow light of the room. Didn’t matter that she was scratched and bruised, she was the most gorgeous woman in the world.

“Remember that Eskimo kiss?” he asked. He read the doubt in her eyes and couldn’t wait to do the things he planned on doing to her. “I’m going to give you Eskimo kisses everywhere.” To show her, he bent his head and nuzzled her ear, around the shell and back the other way. He let his breath fan over her, let his lips barely graze her skin. She sucked in a small, sharp breath.

“I’m going to make love to you when you want me to do it because you need me, because you’re dying to have me inside you. Not because you have to get rid of your virginity.”

“You know it’s not about that.” She stilled his hand and looked into his eyes. She wanted understanding.

“I know what it’s about for you. You need to know what it’s about for me.” Fuck it. He had to come clean. “I love you, Abbey. Ever since the first day I met you in that elevator from hell. I love you. You walked into that car and my whole life shifted.”

“You can’t love someone at first sight,” she argued quietly, her eyes soft and soulful.

“Bullshit,” he whispered back. He grinned. “You know when I knew for sure?”

Her lips curled the slightest bit as she shook her head.

“When the car took that first jolt and you said, and I quote, ‘Shit on a stick.’”

“I think you said something just as eloquent.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you’re right.” They seemed to come to a truce. She didn’t care for him the same way he did for her, but he’d known that. If she wanted him, she was going to get every last bit of him. Not only his body, but his heart and soul. If he had to drag her love out of her, then he’d do it one orgasm at a time, starting right now.

He caught her gaze, started his fingers moving again over her skin. “Are you ready for me? Because I’m going to take you on one hell of a ride. In fact, it’s going to be so good, you’re going to beg me for more.”

She grabbed his hand and stopped him again.
Fuck.

Chapter Sixteen

Abbey was still in shock. Still didn’t believe that Blake really loved her. Maybe he thought he did, but he was young after all. Besides, maybe he was right. What if she’d gotten ahead of herself? It wasn’t fair of her to ask this of him. He deserved more. Someone not broken. She was—after all—very, very broken. As much as she wanted him, she still had a hard time letting him draw those tiny circles on her thigh.

Leaning over her, Blake kept his hands on the bed. “If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, then you stop me. Deal?”

She nodded. How bad could it get? It wasn’t like he was going to make love to her, he’d already told her that.

His lips came down softly on hers and since this territory had been well covered, Abbey relaxed into the warmth, into the heat he generated as he moved over her. Sweet man that he was, he kept most of his body on the bed. She’d felt the size of his erection, had even briefly worried about it, but ultimately, she needed her virginity gone and Blake was the prime candidate.

The warmth of his lips eased along her jaw and toward her ear where he nuzzled her with his nose and dragged the tip of his tongue along the outside shell. She gasped as a wave of heat and tingles spread along her back. He was so good at making her feel, at making her want things she didn’t even know she wanted.

He continued his descent. His lips stroking over her collarbone and back toward her neck before heading south. She still wore his T-shirt and her self-confidence sputtered.

“Don’t you want my shirt off?” she asked through a gasp as he gently bit the side of her breast through the fabric.

“Not yet,” he mumbled as if nothing fazed him. He continued to graze his mouth over her chest until he got to her nipple where it prodded the soft cotton. Blake took the peak in his mouth and laved it with his tongue. Over and over and over until the T-shirt plastered to her breast and she craved his mouth on her skin. The unfamiliar feel of moisture pooled between her legs and Abbey rubbed her thighs together.

“You are feeling it in the exact right spot,” he growled as he moved his mouth to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. By the time he left, she was a panting mass of goo and her—his—T-shirt was soaked and molded to her breasts.

He continued to move down, his mouth the only part of him at work. She wanted to feel more of him, wanted to feel his hard muscled body against hers. He shifted as he got lower so that he eased between her legs. He nuzzled the dip of her hip and gently bit her hipbone. The pressure sent an erotic bolt of lust through her that had more heat building from her stomach and climbing up her chest. A thin film of sweat coated her skin as he got his shoulders between her thighs.

A needy moan whispered from her throat as he hovered over her.

He moved even lower and Abbey’s heart pumped faster. When he set his hands on her thighs and spread them wider, her lungs seized. Air refused to go in or out. Remembering rough hands and pain, she grabbed his head. “Blake!” His name came out on a wheeze and he moved off her in an instant.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” The concern in his eyes killed her. She didn’t want this between them. “Breathe, Ab. You’re okay. It’s just me.” He placed soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “Just me,” he repeated. “I swear I won’t hurt you. I’m not even going to touch you with my hands the rest of the night.”

“If you don’t touch me, then I won’t—”

“Shh. I said I wouldn’t use my hands.” His sweet gaze conveyed all that love he talked about. “But I’m definitely going to touch you.” He brushed his lips across her cheek. “Ready to try again or should I go back to my corner?”

Abbey shoved back the fear. She wanted this. She needed this. “I’m…I’m ready.”

“Trust me,” Blake whispered. “Trust me.” He started kissing her again. Covering the same path he’d already taken, making her crazy for more of that elusive thing he’d tapped into before she’d put on the brakes. He lifted the T-shirt with his teeth, bared her middle, and drove her insane with his beautiful mouth.

“What are you doing?” she finally panted, when it seemed as if he had no plans to do anything but torture her skin with his lips and tongue.

He chuckled, his breath hot on her stomach. “Living out a fantasy.” Then he leveled her with his gorgeous eyes. “Trust me, Ab. I’m gonna make this really good for you.” Then with slow deliberation he eased down and nuzzled her right
there.
Abbey nearly shot off the bed as she gasped her surprise.

“Shh,” Blake whispered. “Easy does it.” He continued to use his nose along her bikini line on both sides between the vee of her legs, edging her legs farther apart as his hot breath followed the path. Every so often he hit that same spot and Abbey gasped. It was like getting hit with a pleasure stick. The shock, the sizzle, stoked her blood pressure higher, sent her pulse hammering wildly.

“Blake,” she whimpered. She had no idea what she wanted to tell him. Her brain wasn’t functioning on its usual level. All sane thoughts had vanished many minutes ago.

“Should I stop?” His question was muffled since his mouth was right on her. The heat of his words penetrated the fabric of her thong and seemed to seep straight inside of her.

“God, no. It’s just so…” What? Intense? Erotic? Intimate. All those things. And it was wildly, wildly stimulating. What would it be like without any barrier? Just the thought had another surge of moisture dampening her underwear.

Somehow Blake knew. Or he guessed because he stuck his tongue right there, right over the fresh wet spot and sucked.

Abbey cried out. The warm, wet flat of his tongue pressed right between the crease of her thigh where her thong covered a very thin private line. Abbey legs trembled. Every inch of her shook with need, with want, with a rising hunger she’d never expected or experienced.

“Blake.” She moaned his name this time. Couldn’t help it.

“You okay?” he asked, still nuzzling with his nose and licking with his tongue, alternating between hard strokes and feather light kisses and each touch took her a little closer to insanity.

“I’m going to die,” she breathed. “It’s too…”

“Too what?” he asked when she didn’t finish.

“Too everything.” God, she had to know what it felt like without the material in the way. “Will you keep doing that if we take off the thong?”

He froze in midnuzzle and his gaze locked onto hers. The gleam, the sparkle was impossible to ignore. His slow nod spoke volumes and as he stared at her, he lifted up enough to grab the elastic band in his teeth and pull it down.

Her legs shook more and she slammed her head back on the pillow. She wasn’t brave enough to watch him. “People do this a lot?” she asked.

“If they’re lucky,” he muttered, his mouth full of her underwear. He inched the thong down evenly with his teeth until they got low enough to kick off, then Blake moved back into place.

Abbey chanced a glance, shocked at the expression on his face as he looked at her. He watched her like he might be watching something he’d never seen before. Something he very much appreciated.

He hadn’t touched her again with his hands. Only his beautiful mouth. His fabulous lips. His erotic tongue. He started over with his soft nuzzling and sweet small kisses. Off to the side, over the top and on her thighs, but he dodged the spot where she needed him. The sweet spot where all the pleasure came from.

“Blaaake.” She felt his smile against the inside of her thigh.

“Change your mind? Should I find your thong?”

A burst of laughter erupted from her chest and shocked her. She hadn’t thought anything could make her laugh, not after the day she’d had and not when she was so on the edge of…something. God, she couldn’t even name it. She needed, wanted…it was elusive, it was beyond her grasp. “You do and you’ll suffer.”

“In that case, we’ll skip the thong.” He licked her fully for the first time, his tongue stroking right along the slick line of her and ending in that spot so sensitive it felt as if an electrical shock buzzed through her. Before she came down from the high, his tongue repeated the same path.

Abbey gasped and moaned. She fisted the sheets and arched her back as each new bolt of energy shimmied through her.

Blake kept up his assault. Kept his mouth and tongue moving around and around, up and down, everywhere at the same time, driving her higher and higher until such a pressure built that Abbey thought she might explode.

“I don’t…I can’t…” She could barely breathe. Sweat soaked the T-shirt to her skin. He’d put her in this state with only his mouth. It was unbearable. It was fabulous. She rode an edge so sharp, so sweet, she didn’t see how it could end.

“Just let it happen,” he urged softly and gave her a series of lashes right where it did the most good.

Abbey arched into his mouth. She had no control as the urge consumed her. The urge to get closer, to move into the caress.

With one final hard lick, something inside her broke free. Euphoria exploded between her legs and shimmied into a hot ball of delicious fire that tunneled up and out to every cell. Blake kept moving, kept those waves cresting over her until finally they eased to soft pulses of sweet aftershocks.

Holy fucking hell. She didn’t even have the energy to lift her head.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Oh my God.” Then she must have said about a hundred more times. She said it as Blake kissed the inside of each thigh. She said it as he found her thong and eased it up her legs. She said it as he moved next to her and took her hand in his.