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When they reached the bedroom, he lowered her onto the bed, following her down until he hovered over her. He pulled away from her lips reluctantly and tucked her hair back behind her ear, studying her beautifully flushed face with a caressing gaze.

“I know that I am a whole bucket of fucked, but I wanted to make sure we ended the night with you knowing how much I like you. How wonderful I think you are and especially”—he pressed his mouth against the shell of her ear—“how much I want you.”

“But in the car and at dinner—”

He kissed her again, cutting off her reminder. “I was an idiot. I am an idiot. And I want to make it up to you.”

He trailed his lips down the length of her neck, his fingers inching up the hem of her dress.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

Blake paused, his mouth hovering over the tops of her breasts. “I plan to make you very, very happy. But first we need to get this dress off you.”

Hannah didn’t protest as Blake helped her sit up and found the zipper on the back of her dress. Once it was over her head and on the floor, Blake’s gaze ate up every inch of her, from the pink lacy panties to the gray bra pushing her breasts up into creamy, round offerings.

“Now, I want you to feel free to tell me everything you like and anything you don’t. And if you want me to stop for any reason, I will.”

Hannah stared up at him, her eyes wide, and Blake didn’t wait for her to agree.

His hands slid over her breasts, squeezing them gently as he kissed down her stomach, his teeth lightly nipping her. When he reached her navel, his tongue dipped in, sliding out and down to the edge of her panties.

He could feel the rise and fall of her breasts in his hands, and he looked up at her from just above the scrap of lace covering her. Blake’s hands left her breasts, sliding over her ribs until they teased the sides of her panties.

“If you’re a screamer, you might want to grab that pillow.” He slowly slid the underwear down and off her feet before kissing his way back up. “Just in case you don’t want your neighbors to hear.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond as his lips moved over the soft skin of her inner thigh and settled between her legs.

Hannah gasped and arched off the bed, panting, “Blake!”

“Remember to use the pillow.”

OH MY GOD. Oh my God. OH MY FREAKING GOD.

Hannah couldn’t speak, she was too busy moaning as Blake dragged his rough tongue up her seam in slow measure until he found her clit. Pressing his mouth around it like a vacuum, he flicked it in rapid succession, and Hannah couldn’t breathe.

It wasn’t as though she’d never had a guy use his mouth on her, but it had been a long time, and she remembered being a little bored. She’d even tried a vibrator she’d bought at a Pure Romance party a few years back, and that had felt good.

But nothing had prepared her for Blake’s mouth working her into a stiff, feverish frenzy. Sweat beaded across her skin, and her head fell back, tossing and turning on the pillow as she tried to find some relief from the sweet torture he was inflicting.

“Blake . . . please . . . ”

He sucked her nub between his lips hard, and she flew, lights exploding between her eyelids as she came in great, racking shakes. Her cries mingled with gulping breaths, and she slowly came back to herself to find Blake still there, still pressing his mouth against her softly, lovingly, and she quivered again.

In a daze, she reached out and rubbed the top of his head. “Why?”

He came up over her body, his hazel eyes on fire in the dim light.

“Because I want you to know that I’m here. That I’m in this. Even when I freak out, I want to be with you.”

Hannah stared up at him in surprise. Blake had given her an amazing orgasm, expecting nothing in return, just to prove that he cared for her?

A smile curved across her lips, and she cupped his cheek in her hand.

“You really are a hero.”

BLAKE SAT UP on the bed and kicked his shoes off while Hannah put on some flannel pajamas. He had every intension of staying with Hannah, of curling his body around hers and snuggling with her for a while. It was something he’d been thinking about, what it would be like to cuddle with someone again, and it scared the hell out of him.

But despite his fear and the tiny niggle of guilt for wanting to replace Jenny in his bed, he needed Hannah to know that he wasn’t just going to run every time he got scared.