Loving Lies(15)

“Well, I did the plumbing thing with my father for a good year. It was the longest year of my life, but it was also the longest job my father ever held.”

He goes quiet after that disclosure and I get that he hadn’t meant to let that cat out of the bag. Lucky for him I’m not into prying.

I lightly say, “So you worked hard. Saved hard and went to college. All great traits if you ask me. What brings you up here?”

He distracts me with kisses to my calves and I can’t complain. Honestly, I’m surprised we lasted this long without devouring each other. We might have been talking, but all I’ve been thinking is how he looked naked when he dove into the lake. My eyes keep wandering to his arms and that beautiful tat on his shoulder. He rolled up his dress shirt earlier to help, and I enjoy the bunching of his muscles. I want to touch and eye the tip of his tat peeking out from his shirt.

“You need another drink?”

I shake my head and wet my lips and just like that he’s on them. Hell yes, it’s about time.

“God, you were all I thought of all day. You, Alyssa, are a major distraction,” he says, the words tickle my sensitive ear. Makes me wonder for a second what I am distracting him from, but just like that I get pulled back into the feel of his mouth on mine. It’s been too long and Blake kisses like a pro. Soft kisses that turn heated. I push my tongue into his mouth and then he’s grasping me to haul me onto his lap. The feel of his erection bulging tight in his jeans thrills me.

He tangles his hands in my hair and vice versa. His hair is soft and I find myself leaning more into him.

When we finally break our heated embrace he leans his head back on the sofa. “You’re killing me.”

“Is it my weight?”

He laughs, the sound a dark rumble I feel vibrating through his entire body. “Honey, you’re about as heavy as a butterfly. No, you’re killing me because I’m trying so damn hard to be good when I really don’t want to.”

I feel my body instantly respond. My nipples harden and liquid pools between my legs. “Who said I wanted good?”

I watch his eyes go half-mast and the grip he has on my arms tightens.

“Alyssa, I get the impression I might be too much for you.”

I can’t help but laugh at that corny line. “I think you’re thinking I’m the nice girl next door and I’m not.”

He cups my face in his large hands and stares into my eyes. “Who said I wanted a nice girl?”

Maybe less talking and more action,” I say, as I lightly trace his thick eyebrows and his eyes close, instantly making his face look almost boyish. But that’s a mirage. The boy long ago became a man and it’s the man I’m wanting with all my beating heart. My hand wanders and I unhook the buttons on his dress shirt. His hazel eyes have heated, reminding me of the color of a new meadow. I yank out his shirt from his jeans and finally all that chest is mine. I lean down and kiss his nipples and the moans he lets fly inform me he’s going to like my next move. I suckle and nip both of his nipples and his hands are now cupping my ass and then he moves them to yank my shirt up over my head. I’m now clad only in my black bra. Within seconds he’s mastered the clasp and the bra is pulled down my arms and then he’s the one feasting on me.

My head falls back and pleasure sweeps through me like a windmill—fast and furious.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he says, taking my nipple into his mouth to suckle hard. Thankfully he repeats his actions with my other needy breast.

“You sure about this?”

“Absolutely not. But, if you’re asking me if I want you, that’s a big fat yes.”

I’m swept up into this embrace and squeal like a little kid.

“Oh honey, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day.”

I nip his ear as he walks with me to the bedroom. “Like I said, I’m not your nice girl next door.”

“Nice is overrated.”

He eases me to the bed and instantly claims the top position to pin me down. I love the heat and feral look coming from him. “Okay this is your last warning. I will let you go if now if that’s what you want.”

I bite his lower lip. “The night’s young. Let’s play,” I say, hoping I won’t hate myself in the morning. I did vow no more one-night stands but there’s something different, something I can’t describe pulling at all my strings to enjoy what Blake’s offering.

His head moves back to claim my breasts and one hand starts to undo my pants. Leveraging up, I help him shimmy off my jeans. I’m now only in my panties. He stands by the bed and strips down to his briefs. Looking at his black briefs I realize I have another pair of his stashed in my room. He blankets me once again with his body.