His hands stroked over her waist, caressing her breasts, and she arched into him, panting into his mouth. He reached behind her, surprising her by tugging away the blouse, and releasing her hands. He lifted her and before her arms and legs fully circled his body, he’d set her on the desk on the opposite side of the room. Kara had barely steadied herself with her hands behind her when Blake settled into the chair in front of her, and lifted her legs over his shoulders.

Kara sucked in a breath at the intimate, vulnerable position she was in, wearing nothing but thigh-highs and heels, spread wide open for him. A sense of that vulnerability mixed with extreme arousal overcame her, scared her. Suddenly, desperately, she needed some form of control, some ability to impact what came next when she had none now. “Blake, I—”

“We’ll talk later,” he said, and with a hot flick of his gaze over her breasts, he leaned down and licked her clit. And then licked it again, and again, until he suckled her nub with a gentle, perfect pressure that had her lashes lowering, her body quivering. So much for control. She needed a plan, a defense. Right. Defense. That’s what she needed. He slipped two fingers inside her sex, stroking her, pleasing her. She moaned and decided the plan could wait until later.

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER

SEVEN

She shattered for him, the sweet honey of her release teasing his tongue and thickening his ridiculously hard cock. The already insane and intense ache to be inside Kara deepened, became nearly unbearable, but it was the kind of ache he knew how to satisfy, the kind that he often sought as an escape from the torment of the past two years. Finally he was with this woman in the place he belonged, in a place where only one thing mattered. Hot, sweaty, forget-everything-else sex. It was the only place the enemy belonged, the only place he could afford to let her, or anyone else for that matter, perhaps, ever again. This was a place, a feeling, he could deal with. This, Blake could embrace.