Page 37 of Yours To Take
“Jesus, Gemma.” He snorts out a laugh. “Definitely not like that.”
“But kind of like that.”
“Think about it. I could make it really good for you.”
That, I do not doubt. Based off that kiss alone, it would be mind-blowing.
“I’m not some blushing daisy,” I blurt out. “You don’t need to handle me with kid gloves.”
“I never said you were.”
“And it’s not like I have no experience.”
“No?” Blake sips his coffee, casual as ever.
“There was some hand action below the belt. And I am well-acquainted with my vibrator.”
“Fuck.”
I don’t miss the heated look in Blake’s eyes. It’s good to know that I’m not the only one invested in this thing. Whatever this thing might be.
“Look. I don’t want this to be a pity kind of thing.” I voice the worry that prickles at the edge of my thoughts.
“You think this is a pity thing?”
I shrug a shoulder.
Blake sets down his coffee cup and moves around the couch. He looms large over me.
He crushes his lips to mine, stealing my breath.
And any fight I might have.
This kiss is every bit as good as it was last night.
Maybe even better because I thought I was imagining it last night.
Blake controls the kiss. Nipping and sucking on my bottom lip. It has my toes curling in the plush carpet.
I never want it to end.
But it does.
“Make no mistake. I want you, Gemma. Not out of pity. Not out of a need to take your virginity.” Blake trails a single finger down my jaw. My neck. Over the curve of my shoulder. “If you can’t tell how much I want you, then I might need to kiss you again.”
“You might need to kiss me again, then.”
He smiles before taking one more kiss.
“Think about it, Gemma.”
I nod.
“Say it.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good girl.”
