Page 34 of Yours To Take
“Rise and shine, Gemma.” A knock on my front door and Blake’s voice pull me from sleep, and I stumble to open the door for him.
“It’s too early,” I mutter as I go straight back to bed and pull the covers over my head.
“It’s almost ten.”
I peek one eye open and pull the covers back down. The delicious scent of coffee fills my nose. “I hope one of those is for me.”
He hands me the mug. “Feeling okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Sitting up, I pull the blankets around me.
“You and Ivy had quite the night.”
“It’s not usually like that.”
“What is a usual Saturday night like for you?” Blake takes a seat on the edge of my bed.
“Either wine here at the ranch, or a drink at the bar. Dancing and getting into fights is not usually on the agenda.”
“Good to know that’s not the norm.”
“Oh, crap.” I reach over to the nightstand, grabbing my phone. I’m still in my clothes from last night. “Ivy didn’t text me back last night.”
There’s a text waiting from her.
Ivy
I’m fine. You okay?
Good. I’m fine too
“Sorry.”I turn my attention back to the man sitting by me.
“Don’t be. It was probably the most exciting night I’ve had since coming here.”
“Sorry Dixon isn’t keeping you entertained.” I fight the eye roll, sipping from the steaming mug of coffee.
“Don’t put words into my mouth, Gemma.” Blake eyes me, drinking from his own mug. “Dixon is keeping me plenty entertained.”
“So last night was good then?”
“Last night was very good. Especially the ending.”
My cheeks heat at the thought of that kiss. I thought I knew what a good kiss was. Apparently not. Turns out, I’ve been neglected if Blake’s kiss is any indication of how good it can be.
“Good.”
“Much better than good, Gemma. Do I need to remind you how good?” Blake takes the mug out of my hand, placing it on the nightstand.
His presence is overwhelming in my small bedroom. He leans over, grabbing my chin with those fingers. Fingers that I’m pretty sure I dreamt about last night.
Hot breath ghosts over my lips. It’s the hint of a tease. A hint of what’s to come. A whimper escapes my lips before Blake’s mouth makes the softest contact with mine.
I’m arching into him, needing and wanting more from him. Last night wasn’t enough.
His tongue slides across the seam of my lips, and I grant him entry. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him tighter.
