Submerged(Bound Together Book 1)(56)
As soon as our lips touch, lightning strikes our joined bodies. As much as we both try to fight it, trying to slow down this out of control freight train, there’s just no stopping it. The body’s natural urges take over. It’s animalistic; that’s the only way to describe it. The car is filled with the sounds of skin slapping, grunting, and heavy breathing. Blake’s hands grip my hips and he pushes me up and slams me back down again and again. The steering wheel smashes into my back with each thrust, but I could care less. Right now, having Blake inside of me, filling me completely, is my only concern.
My soft cries fill the inside of the car as I feel my body start to tighten. Blake brings me closer to the brink of insanity with each upward thrust of his hard body. I use my arms to try to give myself leverage against the steering wheel while gripping his powerful legs with my thighs. This is raw. Urgent. Hot.
Blake thrusts hard up inside of me, and follows it up with a hip roll which effectively sends me completely over the edge. The noises I make sound foreign and distant, but I know they’re mine. As my internal muscles tighten around him, gripping him like a vise, Blake follows me into oblivion. He stalls only momentarily and then pushes up and into my body a few more times before exhaustion stops him completely. We both sit there, panting and spent, and try to collect our thoughts and breathing. Never in my life has it ever been that urgent, that unadulterated need that completely consumes you body and soul. Only with Blake.
Blake leans forward, his open lips finding mine. He’s still panting as he gently rubs his lips against mine. The sweetness and openness of this kiss says more than any words possibly could. He’s treasuring me, reveling in me, loving me. Though I haven’t said it–and neither has he–I know I’m in love with him. Completely over the edge, I want to spend the rest of my life with this man, love. But, I just can’t say it. Not yet.
“Carly.” That one word comes out a statement. My name on his lips is an addiction I don’t know if I’ll ever overcome, but it’s a moot point because I don’t ever want to. “I -” he starts but stops. His deep green eyes search my face and stare straight into my soul. “Only you,” he finally whispers.
I lean forward and graze my lips softly against his. He tastes like pure man with a little hint of honey. I could kiss him forever.
Blake starts to slide out of me, grabbing his tight, white tank top to assist in the cleanup process. “Shit!” he exclaims, eyes wide as the color drains from his face.
“What?” I ask, concerned that he hurt himself or that somehow we drew a crowd and they’re all watching through the steamed up windows.
“I, uh…I didn’t wear a condom,” he finally says, his voice small and laced with fear. His eyes are cloudy and his breathing slightly labored. “I’ve never not worn a condom,” he confesses. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t even realize.”
“It’s okay, Blake,” I whisper, kissing the end of his nose softly.
“Are you on the pill or something?”
“No. But it’ll be alright.”
“But what if I got you pregnant?” Again.
“Then we’ll deal with it.”
“You’re not freaking out right now? Why?” he asks, running those big hands down my arms while his concerned eyes search my face.
“I guess I’m not. I mean, I’m a little worried, sure, but I guess if that happens, I hope things would be different this time around,” I tell him.
“Yeah, it would,” he says before claiming my lips once more with a soft kiss. “It would be so fucking different this time around, babe. I promise.” Blake’s eyes are full of tenderness and compassion. I know that if I were to get pregnant a second time, he would be there from start to finish. There’s no doubt in my mind that he would stick by me and make sure that I was taken care of. Not because I couldn’t do it myself or because he didn’t get to experience all of that the first time around. Because that’s the type of man he is. If there’s anything I’ve learned about Blake Crisp, it’s that he’s a hands-on kinda guy.
“We should get inside before the security cameras catch any more than they’ve already got.”
Blake quickly buttons his shirt before securing his pants. “I’ll kill anyone who watches that video,” he growls, and by the look in his eyes, I know he means it.
I straighten my wrinkly dress as quickly as possible. Making sure I’m completely covered, Blake exits his side of the vehicle and walks around, opening my door for me. He extends his hand and ushers me into my apartment building. I try not to dwell on the fact that we just had unprotected sex. Hell, even when we were protected, I still got pregnant. So what would I do if it happened again? I won’t force Blake to be a part of anyone’s life. If he chooses to stay active in their lives, then I’ll gladly accept his help. But I will not force him.