Chapter 15

Liya’s eyes never moved off Blake as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.

“You are simply amazing,” he murmured before prying her lips apart with his tongue. The sensation of his warm, probing tongue in her mouth sent shockwaves of tremors from the pit of her stomach upward. She shivered when Blake curled his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

“You’re all I’ve thought about in the last two weeks,” he confessed gruffly. “And God only knew how much longer I’d last before making love to you.”

The center of her stomach quivered at his confession. Joy surged through her veins at his words. Thank you, God, thank you, thank you. This was the relationship she’d always dreamt off. She still couldn’t believe it had some true in the unlikeliest of ways. Then again, destiny had a funny way of making things work out.

“Do you still want me as badly as I want you?” He traced the outline of her mouth.

“Yes,” she admitted softly, “yes, I do.”

“Finish the sentence.” His hands moved lower and stopped only when his finger reached her nipples. He teased the sensitive tips until they hardened, aching for more.

She raised her head until her eyes were level with his. “Yes, I want you as badly as you want me.”

A naughty grin spread across his moist lips. “How come you never told me any of this before?”

Her face heated up. “It’s not something I could just come right out and say.” He let go of her and sat up on the bed beside her. “Why?” he asked.

“Um. . .” She paused, struggling to come up with a plausible enough excuse. “Because I didn’t want things to get uncomfortable between us.”

He lowered himself over her. The weight of his body on hers triggered a new wave of deeper sexual awareness. She shook slightly when he pressed his erection against the tender flesh between her thighs. His hard arousal penetrated through the clothing between them.

“How uncomfortable do you think that is, huh?” He feigned hurt while grinding his erection against her. “The story of my life since you moved in.”

Liya couldn’t resist grinning. “Sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help.” He slipped one hand beneath her dress and gently stroked the insides of her thighs. He kissed her before she replied, “I have dreamed of this moment for a long time,” he said against her mouth. She shivered when his tongue reentered her mouth. She tightened her arms around him before moving her fingers through his hair and caressing his long, lean back. His skin was exactly as she imagined it – velvety smooth and warm.

He moved his lips away from her mouth, nibbling a trail down her neck. He moved one hand higher up her thighs and slipped his fingers inside her panties. Uncontrollable shivers raced up her body at the impact of his fingers inside her tender flesh. He spread the lips apart and slipped his fingers deeper until he found her wetness. He dipped his finger into her juices and spread it throughout her warm muscles before increasing the pressure on her throbbing clit. She couldn’t resist rotating her hips as his fingers made love to her.

“You’re dripping,” he said, pleased. “This is what I do to you.”

It was difficult for Liya to think of a suitable reply while Blake wreaked all kinds of havoc on her. She never wanted him to stop. Her clit swelled dangerously under his teasing massage. He pinched it, intensifying the web of sensations shooting to every part of her body. She lost herself in the temporary high claiming her when Blake lowered his mouth to her aching flesh and kissed her. His evening stubble triggered a deeper yearning, originating from the depths of her soul. She suddenly wanted him to fill her up with every inch of his hardness.

He flicked his tongue over her clit and then sucked on her aching bud.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, “please don’t ever stop.”

He sucked harder on her clit, making her gasp. Her muscles tensed as her body rushed toward a climax. It was impossible for Liya to hold herself back.

Blake slipped his fingers inside her while she climaxed. Her muscles closed over his fingers. She shut her eyes and pictured his cock sliding in and out of her. Blake was undressing her when she returned to her senses. He kissed one of her bare breasts before lying over her.

“I want you so bad my cock is threatening to tear itself off my body.” He kissed her furiously for a few moments. “I can’t take this any longer.”

He ripped off his pants, and rejoined her on the bed, slipping his fingers inside her wetness. “You’re so damn ready for me.” He spread her legs apart and teased her clit with the tip of his erection.

“Please,” she begged him, “don’t make me wait any longer.”

He kissed her mouth. “It’s going to hurt a little because we haven’t waited.”

“I don’t care.” She grasped the bedsheet and pushed her body upwards.

“Sweet Jesus,” Blake whispered before pushing hard into her.

The tornado of urgent hunger intensified as their bodies moved in unison. His cock filled her up more than she’d ever imagined. She moaned when he withdrew, teased her before thrusting harder into her. And just when she thought she could not bear the torture much longer, he pumped harder and faster until they climaxed together. He sucked her nipples afterward. She ran her hands through his damp hair before sleep claimed her.

***

Recent memories of Blake’s toe-curling lovemaking lit her up like the Milky Way on a clear night. He was her dream come true — the kind of man she’d only ever read about in romance novels. Somehow theirs paths had crossed, the instant, intense attraction had been mutual, and Blake had proposed. Her world had literally changed overnight. Soon she’d be Mrs. Blake Stone. Her blood warmed at that last thought. Above her, the thunderstorm intensified. Liya trembled suddenly as thunder rumbled directly above the mansion as if in warning. What if this sudden, fairy-tale engagement was too good to be true? Liya shivered. What if she woke up and discovered all this was a dream? Goose bumps pricked her skin. “I’m not dreaming,” she assured herself.

Blake held her in a secure embrace while she slept. She caught a glimpse of her engagement ring when the lightning flashed.

I’m Blake Stone’s fiancée, she reminded herself. Blake proposed to me.

Blake wasn’t a man who made decisions lightly. It was a well-known fact in the business world that Blake Stone was a man of his word. He always honored his promises. Based on what she’d read about him, she knew didn’t have to worry about Blake not keeping his word to her. A smile curved her mouth as sleep claimed her.

***

Blake snuggled against the warm body next to him. Her hair covered her face.

“Morning,” she mumbled, when he moved closer to her.

The bedsheet didn’t quite cover her, exposing one of her gorgeous breasts. He grew hard in seconds. He leaned over and licked her nipples, in turn, until the tips hardened, then sucked on them. She moaned. He moved his free hand farther down and slipped his fingers between her thighs. Liya was already wet.

“Blake,” she murmured.

He froze. What was he doing? He hadn’t planned to continue their intimacy this morning. No, he couldn’t grow addicted to his daughter’s babysitter. Last night had happened to assure Liya their engagement was real. His sleep hangover vanished. Liya’s eyes were still half-closed. She smiled, deeply aroused. A part of him wanted nothing more than to make love to her. The other part warned him to get out of bed. One night of passion with his sexy babysitter was enough. It was enough to reassure her their engagement wasn’t a farce. She closed her thighs and trapped his fingers inside her before gently grinding against them. A myriad of warnings flash in his head.

Just once more, he told himself before giving in. They were still celebrating their engagement and nobody had bothered them yet so why not make the most of Paradise and indulge? Lust lingered in the air around them. It was difficult to think of much else when he wanted her so badly. Her hot juices wet his fingers in answer. Unable to control himself any longer he pulled his fingers out her pussy and pulled Liya onto himself. She was fully awake now, and straddled him unashamedly.

“Make love to me,” he whispered hoarsely.

Her face reddened. “I-I’m not sure how.”

He squeezed her nipples. “You’ll figure it out,” he told her before sitting up and kissing her hard. He’d never experienced this level of sexual need. Ever. He cupped her butt and adjusted her body until her hot, tender center was on his chest. Her clit pushed against one of his nipples. Liya groaned when he moved his chest and teased her clit with his nipple.

“You like?” he asked.

She giggled softly, shy from the sudden sexual attention. “Yeah,” she admitted.

He grabbed her hips and dragged her across his chest until her wet center was on his mouth. She gasped when his tongue penetrated her. He licked her lips before sucking on each one in turn. Liya’s breathing turned ragged. She squealed softly when his mouth closed over her clit.

“Blake,” she groaned.

“Hmm,” he replied and refused to let go of her clit until she climaxed in his mouth. She slid down his chest. Blake didn’t waste any more time. He laid her on her back, covered her with his body, and claimed her with a single thrust. He massaged her clit while thrusting in and out and only stopped when her muscles contracted. He shut his eyes and savored the moment.

Her eyes were closed and she smiled when Blake pulled out. He touched her lips with his forefingers as a deep realization rose from the pit of his belly. He’d made love to his daughter’s babysitter three without using any protection. An icy chill crept over him. He crept away from his bed, leaving Liya sleeping even though his body yearned to be close to her. Instead he made his way to the shower and only emerged when he was sure Liya left his bedroom for her own.