Page 49 of Yours To Take
“Well, I guess when it comes on, I can say I knew the writer.”
“Maybe I’ll name one of the characters after you.”
I shake my head. “No way. That’d be too weird.”
“Why? Because she won’t measure up to you?”
God, this man. Blake knows just what to say to get me all riled up in the best way.
“Because it’d be weird to be watching someone on TV that is inspired by me. Wouldn’t that be cringe-worthy?”
Blake shakes his head. “My mom is a famous actress. The number of documentaries that have had ‘me’ in them? You get used to it.”
“And here I complain about the town's busybodies, knowing everything there is to know about me.”
Swirling the wine in his glass, Blake gulps it down. “Oh, I’m sure those Hollywood hotshots have nothing on your town’s busybodies. One day here, and I had pie at my door.”
“They love their pies.”
“See? Inspiration.”
The storm rages around us as a quiet settles over the two of us. Blake’s shirt clings to him. There’s a slight tic in his jaw as he looks at me. Really looks at me.
“Why’d you really come over here?” I whisper.
Blake shifts off the couch, moving to kneel in front of me. His hands squeeze my knees. Those green eyes of his are dark. It sets off a fire in my belly.
“I heard you talking to Willow earlier about how you’re scared of storms. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
Whatever worries I had of being with Blake get washed away at those words. It makes my decision for me.
Snaking my hands around his neck and into his damp hair, I latch my lips onto his.
It’s even better than I remember. Firm lips take over. Each stroke of his tongue has heat gathering in my core. He guides the kiss with ease, taking what he wants while working me into a frenzy.
I want more. I want it all.
Blake’s hands cup my cheeks, pulling back. Desire sits heavy in his eyes.
“Do you want this, Gemma?” Each brush of his fingers against my skin pulls me that much closer to the edge.
I nod.
“Words, Gemma. I need words.”
I lick my lips, taking in every inch of his face. Green eyes. Sharp jaw line covered in scruff. The way his brown hair falls into his face.
“I want you, Blake.”
Lifting me into his arms, Blake stands. All signs of playfulness are gone. The need in his eyes matches my own.
Strong fingers sink into the globes of my ass as he carries me down the hall. I lick and kiss at the pulse in his neck. He smells like rain.
Lightning flashes in the sky as Blake sets me in the center of my bed. Now that we’re in here, my nerves are mixing with my need.
He settles his weight over me, his lips finding mine again. It’s like they're magnets to mine. Strong hands roam down my body.
I’m a squirming mess under him, arching into him. Needing more.
