Page 61 of Drive Me Crazy
“A lot.” I nod emphatically and rack my brain, trying to think of the exact number. American History was never my strongest subject. “Four hundred twenty-nine.”
There’s a very high chance my number is way off, but I have a feeling Blake isn’t going to fact-check me. And the number seems to drive my point home. His eyebrows fly up in surprise.
“You think I’ve slept with that many people?” He sounds appalled, which makes me feel slightly better. “Christ, Ella.”
I frown, daring him to correct me. “Am I wrong?”
It takes him a moment to find his voice. “I may have slept with a lot of women, but I hardly think the number’s in the four hundred range. And they don’t matter. You do. I wantyou, Ella.”
I don’t say anything in response.
“What’s really going on?” Blake pushes. “Talk to me.”
Nerves ripple low in my stomach as I eventually say, “I haven’t slept with anyone in a while.”
Not since before what happened with Connor. I shake my head, not wanting that rat bastard to ruin a night of amazing sex with the world’s most gorgeous man.
“We can take it as slow as you want to.” Blake cups my face; his eyes filled with tenderness and lust. It’s an oddly satisfying combination. “Whatever you feel comfortable with, yeah?”
I take a deep breath, reminding myself I have nothing to worry about with Blake. I trust him. “Okay … you may orgasm me now.”
He crosses his arms over his stomach as peals of unrestrained laughter fill the room. “Orgasm you?”
My arms wrap around his neck and I pull him in. Blake’ssmile is simultaneously sexy and affectionate as his lips brush across mine, teasing my mouth open lightly. My tongue hesitantly meets his, and he must sense my nerves kicking back in because he threads his fingers through my hair, drawing me closer to him. I let out a moan and he hungrily swallows it, kissing me deeper.
Blake’s phone starts ringing, and he momentarily pulls away, a brief look of irritation shining in his eyes.
“It’s okay if you need to get it,” I say, the words dragging themselves out of my throat.
He shakes his head. “It’s just Marion. I’ll call her back tomorrow.”
“You sure? It could be important.”
His eyes slide up and down my body, making my limbs tingle with heat. “Not more important than this.”
“Okay.”
I barely get out my whispered reply before his lips are on mine. The screaming colors of glittering and burning fireworks flash through my mind as I eagerly tug on the hem of his shirt. Fuck fabric. I want it off his body and on the floor. He happily indulges me and pulls at the material behind his neck with one hand, lifting the shirt over his head. I lick my lips in appreciation. A breathy chuckle bounces against his already messy lips.
Taking full advantage, my fingertips trace the contour between the hills and valleys of his muscles. His skin pebbles under my touch. I count eight—yep, eight—ab muscles and let out an appreciative whistle before rolling my eyes at his grin. I’ve been wanting to do this since Monaco, and it was well worth the wait.
“Your turn.” His voice is husky.
I wiggle out from under his body and Blake tugs my sweat-shirt over my head in record time. My self-consciousness begins to evaporate at the strangled sound that escapes his lips and the unbridled lust in his eyes.
“Youhaven’t been wearing a bra?”
I shrug sheepishly. It’s not like I was expecting company.
His breathing is ragged. “Are you at least wearing panties?”
“You can find out if you want,” I say shyly.
Blake quickly shimmies me out of the rest of my clothing, kneeling on the edge of the bed so he can view every inch of me. It’s almost like he’s not sure where he wants to touch first. Watching in silence, I see his pupils dilate in pleasure as he skims his fingers across my skin. Knowing how badly he wants me just makes me want him more.
He rubs two fingers against me, feeling how wet I am. My back arches off the bed in response, desperate for his touch. Lazy kisses make their way down my body. When Blake lies between my legs, wrapping his arms under my thighs with his hands clasped across my stomach, I’m drowning in desire. If I were wearing my Apple Watch, the Genius bar would be contacting 911 over my dangerously high BPM. I can’t take my eyes off him as he presses his tongue, as pink as his lips, against me. He licks slowly, savoring the taste. His eyes are closed, a dip to his brows indicating his concentration. I want to save the image forever.
It doesn’t take long before I’m grinding against his mouth, greedy for more. The things Blake can do with his mouth would have anyone writhing in pleasure. It’s the one and only time I’ll be grateful for the women who came before me. He knows damn well what he’s doing, listening to my moans and expertly changing the pressure just when I need him to. My body is on fire, just waiting to explode. As he latches his soft, wet lips onto my clit, I know I’m not going to last long.
