Submerged(Bound Together Book 1)(43)
“Thank you for sharing that night with me, Carly. I never forgot it,” I tell her, reaching across the table and taking her hand in mine.
When she threads her fingers within mine, it takes everything I have not to pull her forward and throw her down on this table. “I never forgot it, either.” Her whispered confession makes my blood start to pump again.
My eyes lock on those pale pink lips. I want to kiss her, need to kiss her, right now. She must sense where my mind is wandering because the tip of that pink tongue slips out and wets her bee-stung lips. Just when I start to move forward, determined to taste her, a loud wail sounds from the hallway. Carly closes her eyes as a small smile plays on her open lips.
She starts to stand up, but I halt her progress. “No, let me. Go get ready. We’re going out today,” I say as I stand up and stroll determined towards my daughter’s bedroom.
Inside, I find the most beautiful pair of sparkling green eyes shining back at me. I’ll never have my heart again. No, this little angel with drool hanging from her mouth and a god-awful smell coming from her diaper owns my heart wholly.
This is my life.
Chapter Fifteen – One More Night
Carly
After spending last Sunday with Blake, we’ve been steadily slipping into a new normal. I go to work while Mom is home with Nat during the day, and most nights Blake comes over when he’s done with work. We have dinner and he spends time getting to know Natalia, as well as getting to know me. He hasn’t spent the night again since Saturday night, which I’m grateful for. Not because I didn’t like having him there, but because I don’t think I’d be able to keep from inviting him to share my bed.
It’s Friday night and Blake called to say that something came up at work and he’d be by later. It still bothers me that I haven’t figured out his true association with my father. From what I’ve gathered from my mom, and what little information he and Mattias filled me in on during my visit to his house, I don’t believe that whatever it is he’s doing is entirely legal. Every time I questioned my father, he evades and redirects. What I do know is that whatever he was involved in twenty years ago was bad enough that it sent Mom and me running to a completely different lifestyle.
Natalia is finally down to sleep when my buzzer sounds. When Blake announces himself, I release the door lock and wait for him to make his way up to my apartment. I’m standing on the other side of the door when he knocks. Instantly, my heart does a little extra pitter-patter when I see him. He’s wearing dark denim jeans and a white t-shirt that is stretched tightly around his thick arms. I want to run my tongue over the muscles just to see if they flex when I touch them. He looks good enough to eat, and tonight, I’m famished.
His eyes darken as if sensing where my thoughts are heading. When he steps through the doorway, he quickly engages both locks before scooping me up into those strong arms. His lips find my neck a moment later as he kisses and runs his tongue along my wildly beating pulse. When I lift my legs up and wrap them around his waist, it’s all over with.
Blake’s mouth is on me a second later. His kiss is fierce and penetrating, as his lips possess me. He nips at my lower lip until I gasp, giving him unobstructed access to my mouth. Blake uses his tongue to taste me, running it along every surface in my mouth. The groan that fills the room is loud and foreign, yet doesn’t take me long to realize that it came from me.
“Natalia?” he whispers hoarsely against the flushed skin of my neck.
“Sleeping,” I whisper moments before we’re moving with great determination to my bedroom.
Without breaking the contact of our lips, Blake presses my back against the wall, firmly sandwiching me between the hard wall and his even harder body. I sigh into his kiss as I feel the familiarity burn through me. This feels right. Blake feels right.
“I need you, Carly. I need you so badly,” he confesses as his lips trail burning kisses across my chin and back down my neck, the scruff of his face burning my sensitive skin. My entire being bursts into flames. Flames that only Blake can ignite.
“I need you, too.” His lips trail down to my collarbone. His hands knead the globes of my ass as he hoists me up and down, grinding and rubbing his very hard length against my aching center.
“Tell me to stop, Carly. If you don’t want this to go any further, you need to say it right now, baby.” His breath comes out in a pant as he gazes deep into my eyes. I can feel his desire for me. It’s piercing me straight through the heart with the passion in his eyes.