Page 45 of When You Blush

“Same.” She bites her lower lip. “You’re the only … in more than two years.”

I pause and stare up at her. “I’m the only man who’s been inside you in more thantwo fucking years?”

“Close to two and a half.”

“Tell me you’re on birth control.” I grip her panties in my hands and yank them down her thighs, off her feet, and toss them over my shoulder. “Tell me, Harper.”

“I’m on birth control.” She bites her lip and touches her left inner biceps, and I reward her with a biting kiss on her inner thigh, just an inch from her soaked pussy.

“Good. Tell me I can take you bare, sweetheart. Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to sit here and eat you for as long as possible before I take you to my bed where you fucking belong and pound you into the goddamn mattress. But when that time comes?—”

“Yes.”

I groan and lick her bare pubis. She shaved for this date, but what I told her all those months ago is true.

I don’t care.

I just wanther.

I’ll never see this dining room the same way again. Every time I walk in here, I’ll seeher, splayed open for me so fucking beautifully it hurts, and I’ll be immediately rock hard for her, just the way I am now.

Every goddamn time.

I drag my nose over that place where her leg meets her core, and she whimpers.

“Blake.”

“That’s right. Say my fucking name when you’re riding my face.”

I open wide and fucking devour her. I lick my way up her seam, from entrance to clit, then back down again, so hungry for the very essence of her. For every drop, every moan, every goddamn gasp.

I want them all.

They’re mine.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she is fuckingmine.

“Holy shit,” she groans, her hips moving in lazy circles. She grabs the edge of the table to ground herself, and I allow it.

For now.

With my hands pressed to her strong inner thighs, I hold her firm when she instinctively tries to squeeze around my head, and my thumbs rub circles over that most tender skin, making her squirm even more.

“You’re every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my life,” I tell her before pulling her clit between my lips and sinking two fingers inside her. I crook them, feeling that rough G-spot, and she criesout.

“Blake! Fuck, I’m gonna?—”

“Not yet.” I pull my fingers out, and she growls.

Fucking growls.

It’s adorable as fuck.

“I’m not ready for that quite yet, baby.” I lick down and back up again, and her hand is on the back of my head, pulling me into her to give her more, and I smile against her. “You’re getting greedy, sugar.”

“Fuck yes, I am. I waited too, you know.”

Yes, she did.