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“It’s cold,” I murmured.

“I’d make a fire out in the living room, but I don’t think we have that kind of time,” Blake growled into my neck.

I shook my head. “No, we don’t.”

He scooped me up. “Lots of covers in here.”

I nodded. “Lots. So, so many blankets.”

He pulled a few of the quilts from the shelves, padding the floor. He lowered me on my back.

“I promise you won’t be cold long.”

I grinned, greedily sucking at his lips. I had dreamed about his lips and the firmness of his arms. I never thought I’d be with him again like this ever. I thought those dreams were all I had left.

Blake lifted the shirt over my head and slid my bra from my shoulders.

“Holy shit, baby. Do you know what these do to me?”

He held one of my breast in his hand. It was heavy and sore, but he soothed the ache with the heat from his tongue. I whimpered as it lashed over my nipple, hardening it instantly.

“So fucking perfect, baby.” He sucked me into his mouth, gulping and licking. Pressing until his teeth nipped the edge of the sensitive points.

I inhaled sharply. My body responded differently now. Everything was heightened.

“Oh, Blake.”

He pushed me back on the soft bed he had made. I had already forgotten how cold I had been as he slipped the jeans from my waist.

I laid before him. The woman who loved him. The woman who had always loved him. The woman who was carrying his baby.

He pushed my legs apart, running a finger over the fabric of my cotton panties.

“I love how wet you get when I touch you,” he groaned.

I bucked a little, aching for his touch. Aching for the friction of his fingers against my clit. It was throbbing and pulsing for attention.

He slipped one finger under the edge, toying with my slit. I hissed with want.

He brought his finger to his lips and sucked the honey. “You’ve always tasted sweet to me. It makes me crave you.”

“Oh God, Blake.” I almost cried as he lowered his head between my legs, moving the panties with his teeth.

He pushed my knees wide, as his tongue dipped between the slickness of my folds and ran back and forth, tracing the edges of my clit before finally thrusting inside my entrance. I groaned, trying to hold him inside me. He began to twist and flick his tongue until I was a writhing sex nymph.

“Ohh,” I cried. “I’m coming so fast.”

I seized the quilts in my hand, balling up my fists, but the orgasm hit me at once. My body shook and shivered as it spilled through me. Blake lifted my hips, sucking my clit hard, pushing his tongue inside me, riding out the orgasm with me and lapping up every drop of it.

Slowly he lowered me, grinning one of those devilish sexy smiles I loved so much.

I heard the zipper on his jeans.

“I have to be inside you.”

I nodded. It was all I wanted. To feel his thick cock push inside me. To belong together like we did when our bodies slid against each other.

He pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it behind us.