To Blake, With Love

by KT Webb

  My first instinct is to tell her Dublin was great, and everything is fine. But, right now, all I can think about is telling her that I want to take this to the next level. As though she senses my hesitation has a deeper meaning, Blake decides to make the next move.

  “Do you want some tea? Or coffee? Whiskey?” Blake bites her lip in the adorable way she always does when she’s feeling a little uncertain.

  “If you’re asking me to come in and stay for a bit, I’d love nothing more.”

  Relief floods her expression. Blake gestures for me to follow her, she has no idea that I would follow her anywhere. Not only because I get a clear view of her perfectly curved ass, but because I know that wherever she goes, I want to go too. When she opens the door to allow me in, I don’t hesitate for a moment. Of course, with the promise of a drink, I head directly to the kitchen.

  Blake grabs whiskey and a couple glasses from the cupboard, and I grab an ice tray. Before too long, we’re leaning against the counter in her kitchen, sipping on Writer’s Tears. I feel like a teenage boy as her arm brushes against mine. With the tiniest movement, I shift myself, so I’m close enough to her that our bodies are touching along our sides. It may be in my head, but I believe I feel her body react to our proximity. There are goosebumps on her arm, and the tiny hairs are standing on end. The electricity between us is palpable and undeniable.

  We finish our whiskey in silence then set the glasses on the counter behind us. My arms are folded, but I notice hers are at her sides. If I let my right hand drop, it could brush against hers. Maybe she’d interlace her delicate fingers with mine. Thank God she can’t read my mind. I’m pretty sure at this point she would be entirely convinced that I’m a lovesick dope. Or maybe she wouldn’t. I sigh and let my hands drop too. The backs of our hands are touching, and it’s nearly more than I can take.

  “So, you never really answered me about Dublin,” she says, turning her face toward me.

  I feel her hand twitch against mine, so I turn my head to look at her too, before I answer. “Oh, yes, Dublin was fine, I suppose. I can’t help but feel like there’s something about Dublin, though.”

  Her nose crinkles with that adorable smile I’ve come to love. Our pinkies start to move against each other as she stares into my eyes like she’s caught in an unexpected moment. That’s it, I’m going for it. I carefully move my hand around hers. She laces her fingers through mine, and I adjust my hand to keep a firm grasp on hers.

  “Do you think Dublin was to blame for that first kiss?” Blake’s eyes leave mine for a fraction of a second as she looks at my lips.

  All I want to do is pull her into my arms and show her that the kisses we’ve shared will pale in comparison to the passion behind the one waiting for her now. I’m still afraid to go too fast too soon. Why am I such a chicken? This isn’t Madigan. This is Blake, she’s beautiful, smart, funny, and the only woman I’ve wanted for a long time.

  “I don’t think Dublin had anything to do with it,” I whisper.

  “Neither do I.”

  In a fraction of a second, I abandon all resistance and remove any semblance of space between us. Our lips meet, and I groan at the feeling. She’s matching my tongue with fervent desire as we passionately tangle ourselves together. I lift her easily and set her on the counter, her legs immediately wrap around my waist. My body moves of its own accord, grinding against her. If we weren’t both clothed, this would have taken a much more pleasurable turn already.

  Blake arches her back until she’s pressed into my obvious erection. Fuck. It feels so right to have her like this, but we’re not ready for anything more. If I cross that line now, it won’t be for the right reasons. Blake scooches back on the counter and brings her left hand down to grip my nob. We both make sounds that would otherwise be a source of embarrassment. I want her now but have to regain control. I end our kiss and lean my forehead against hers.

  “Gannon, please, I want this. I want you.”

  It’s more than I can take right now. As long as our pants stay on, we’re still taking it slow, right? I growl in response to her words and lift her from the counter, carrying her while kissing her passionately. I take her directly to the bedroom. In one fluid movement, I lower her to the bed and lie on top of her. Our movements are primal and desperate. We’re like a couple of teenagers, hungry for one another but hesitant to take the next step.

  Blake tugs on my t-shirt. I pull away long enough for her to yank it over my head. She reaches up to run her hands down my chest to my belt buckle. I laugh softly and grip her waist, twisting to bring her on top of me. Blake is straddling me, pressing herself against the throbbing lump in my jeans. Damn, she’s going to make this hard, so to speak. My hands travel from her thighs up to her sides. Time for her to lose her shirt. I cannot wait to see what she has underneath the form-fitting cotton top. With her top removed, I get to take in the full sight of her soft, pale skin. A soft purple bra with a dark lace covers two perfectly proportioned breasts. Blake leans forward to capture my lips again. I encircle my arms around her and release the hooks keeping the bra in place.

  Blake pulls away for a few moments to look into my eyes. So many emotions pass through her expression that I’m not sure which one she’ll settle on. I can see a hint of uncertainty glinting behind the hooded desire of the moment we’re sharing. It’s that expression that tells me I’m right to keep us from taking this all the way. Gently stroking her cheek, I guide her lips to mine and adjust our position, so she’s lying next to me on her bed. Blake presses her body against mine. The feeling of her bare breasts against my chest is making things even more uncomfortable in my pants. I trail kisses down her neck, taking my time at the hollow indent of her collarbone.

  Blake grips the back of my head when my mouth connects with her nipple. It’s hard and ready, palpably signaling her arousal. The soft exhale and shuddering inhale of breath only pushes me to continue my work. Blake leans back on the bed as I take my time licking, nipping, and kissing every inch of her exposed torso.

  “Gannon,” she moans in a reverent whisper.

  After another round on each of her mounds, I pull her into my arms and return my attention to her mouth. Our kisses are softer, more profound than the heated make-out session that just ended. Everything seems to be going in slow motion, but I don’t want to stop kissing this girl. I couldn’t be more into her if I tried.

  As we bring the moment to an end, Gannon reaches up and brushes the hair from my face then stares into my eyes.

  “That was unexpected,” I tell him with a grin.

  “I’ve wanted to do that and more since that first kiss,” he admits.

  “Oh, really? It sure didn’t seem like it.”

  He rolls on top of me again, supporting his weight on his elbows while I barely contain my giggles. I can feel how hard he is, and it’s not doing me any favors. Gannon gently kisses me. Then covers my face in quick little smooches while I release the giggles I’ve been holding in.

  “You’re adorable,” he tells me with another swift kiss.

  “You’re sexy as fuck,” I reply as I grind into his groin.

  “Now, don’t be doing that, I’m not sure I can stop myself if you keep it up,” he warns me before rolling to the side.

  I want him in the worst way, but I don’t want to ruin whatever is starting between us. Feeling his erection pressed against the most sensitive place in my body, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to rip his pants off and really feel him inside me. Now, as he lays beside me, slowly running his fingers up and down my bare arms, I can’t help but wonder where we’ll go from here.

  “What are you thinking?” Gannon is examining my expression, trying to decipher it.

  “I don’t know how to put it into words.”

  His brow furrows as though his deepest fears have just been realized. Gannon clears his throat, trying to find words of his own to put my mind at ease. I’ve got to say something before he misinterprets my words more than he already has.


  “Gannon, I cannot tell you how many times I’ve wanted all of that and more since you first kissed me. We haven’t known each other long, but I can’t help but feel like we were supposed to meet,” I roll my eyes at what I’m about to say, “I don’t know if you believe in fate or divine providence, but I do. I never expected you.”

  “Oh, good. I thought you were going to tell me you thought this was a mistake too.”

  Gannon visibly relaxes and pulls me close to him, so my head is lying on his chest. I shiver as the cold air caresses my exposed skin. It doesn’t help that he is still running those fingers all over my back. The moment is peaceful and comfortable, something I can’t remember experiencing in a long time.

  “I should probably get home.”

  “Or you could stay,” the words are out of my mouth before I realize they’re there. Shit, that was slutty.

  “I don’t think that’s an excellent idea,” Gannon chuckles. “Not that I wouldn’t love anything more.”

  I pout a little, bringing another laugh from Gannon. He hands me my shirt as he sits up in my bed. Damn, he’s hot. I didn’t have much time to ogle his body while we were going at it, but now I have a few moments to appreciate his physique. The muscles are perfectly toned, not too bulbous or veiny. He doesn’t quite have a full-on six-pack, but I can see the ridges of his finely toned abs. I haven’t put my shirt back on because I’m too busy watching him grab his from the floor. Gannon catches me practically drooling over him and flashes a half-smile.

  “You are so beautiful,” he breathes.

  “The view from here is pretty great too,” I offer a playful wink.

  “Come here,” he demands.

  Something about his tone of voice sends a shock of excitement straight down to my vajayjay. I comply immediately, standing in front of him, still topless. Gannon takes the shirt from my hand, holding it in his own for a moment before tossing it on the bed again. I tilt my head up, so he knows I’m ready and waiting for another steamy kiss.

  “Close your eyes.”

  Again, I do as he says without hesitation. Gannon’s hands are on my skin with the softest touch. I fight to keep my eyes closed as he explores my stomach, and slowly brings his hands up to cup my breasts. If he starts this again, I’m going to come apart under his touch.

  “Every inch of you is perfect,” his whispers while teasing my nipples. “I don’t want to do anything we’ll regret.”

  I open my eyes for a moment, “I could never regret you.”

  Gannon kisses my neck and nibbles my ear before whispering, “Ah feck it, I want to feel you all around me.”

  I close my eyes again, moaning as he brings one hand down to slide under my waistband, pressing down, exploring until he finds the sweet spot. As his hand begins to move further down, every single nerve ending is screaming in pleasure. I haven’t been touched in over two years, but I don’t remember it ever feeling like this. As he swirls one finger inside me, I release a soft cry. My eyes fly open to meet his. They’re dark and full of an unspoken need. How long has it been since he’s touched a woman, how long has it been since a woman touched him?

  I don’t hesitate as soon as the thought crosses my mind. I try to slide my hand under his waistband, but there isn’t enough room for my hand and his cock. We’re still staring at each other while he moves his hand in a tantalizing rhythm. Gannon quickly releases the button and zipper on his jeans. His breathing hitches as soon as my hand finds his erection. I carefully push his pants down so I can get a better grip on the situation. Gannon uses his free hand to push my leggings down. I tug his lever, moving my hand as I grip him tightly.

  “Damnit, Blake,” he growls again as we fall back onto the bed.

  Somehow, his hand is still firmly in place, he’s added a finger to his gentle assault. He isn’t entirely on top of me but leaning over my body, so his dick is resting against my leg as he cups my sex. I want more. Gannon does too. It’s written all over his face.

  “Are you sure? Do you have anything for protection?” Gannon asks, giving me a chance to change my mind.

  “I have an IUD,” I say, feeling my cheeks redden, “And, I’m terrified of what this means, but I’m sure I want this. Are you?”

  Gannon looks down at me from his position, propped above me, “God, yes.”

  I pull him down to kiss me as he rolls over on top of me. With one fluid movement, my legs open to make room for his body as he maintains our kiss. I can feel the head of his erection gently touching the opening he desperately wants to enter. Gannon isn’t moving forward, and I almost arch into him to encourage his entry. I’m glad I don’t because he ends our kiss so he can look into my eyes as he crosses the threshold.

  I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this. Gannon feels so right. We maintain eye contact unless we’re kissing. There’s a moment or two when I wonder what will happen after this. Will we be together now, or is this just a one-time thing? Am I giving him what he wants only to be discarded tomorrow? Each time my mind wanders and starts to give in to fear, Gannon kisses me softly as we move together.

  “Blake,” he whispers as his breathing hitches.

  Him saying my name in that way does things to my body I haven’t felt before. I can’t contain my pleasure anymore, and I cry out as I clench around Gannon. With a few more movements, he mimics my moans as he lets go too. He kisses me as though our lives depend on it.

  “Are you okay?” Gannon questions as though he’s afraid I suddenly changed my mind after the fact.

  “Yes, are you?”

  We’re both terrified by what just happened. It’s evident that he’s been wanting me just as much as I’ve wanted him. This is the moment when new relationships either make it or break it. Gannon slides to the side, running his fingers along my naked body.

  “Stop!” I giggle, “You’re giving me goosebumps.”

  “I know.”

  “So, what was that you said about dinner earlier?”

  Now it’s Gannon’s turn to laugh. “I have an idea. It’s crazy, but I think we should do it.”

  I arch an eyebrow at him, “I’m confused, I thought we just did.”

  His serious expression makes me stop goofing around to allow him to tell me what he’s thinking. I can only imagine what he may suggest, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous.

  “Let’s go to Galway. Tomorrow. Patrick would cover the pub for me while we’re gone. Or, I could just close it for the week.”

  I blink in response. That’s definitely not what I thought he was going to say. A million things are going through my mind at once; what’s the rush?

  “Are we in a hurry?”

  He shakes his head, “No, but I want you all to myself for a little while.”

  “Oh, really?” Now I’m giggling again, but my heart is beating against my chest.

  “Blake, I wasn’t planning on this. Not just having sex with you, but this as in you and me. I’ve been fighting it, trying not to give in. I haven’t felt like this about anyone.”

  He doesn’t know Molly told me about Madigan. I’m having a hard time believing he feels more for me in the short time we’ve known one another than he did in the years he spent with her. I really need to work on not being so suspicious all the time. Gannon really looks like he’s nervous about how I’ll react to his confession. Maybe he’s being sincere.

  “Let’s do it. Can you be ready in time to leave in the morning?” I grin.

  “Definitely,” Gannon gets out of the bed and starts pulling his clothes on.

  I watch him for a few moments before I decide to take the plunge and admit how I’ve been feeling.

  “Gannon?” My voice is shaky with nerves as I continue, “I wasn’t planning on this either, but I’m glad it’s happening.”

  He smiles and sits next to me on the bed before cupping my face and gently kissing me. Gannon slips my shirt over my head and hands me my lacy underwear.

  “Now, before I go home to p
ack, I’m going to make you some dinner.”

  “Yeah, about that, I don’t have a lot in the way of food over here.”

  He chuckles and heads for the kitchen anyway. I have a feeling I’m about to have the strangest meal of my life. I finish cleaning up and slide his sweatshirt on over my top. A smile spreads across my face as the earthy scent of coffee drifts through the air. Obviously, he knows the way to this girl’s heart is with coffee.

  Wanting to leave Kinnitty with Blake isn’t manipulative, right? Pat understood why I wanted to get out of town, but he was a little skeptical about my intentions. He still hadn’t heard anything from Madigan, and Pat’s parents didn’t seem to know anything about her returning, not that he’d asked them.

  I leave Blake to pack her bag for our trip and tell her to meet me at my cottage for dinner. It’s going to be a late dinner, considering we had a little unplanned interruption. Being with Blake was more than I expected it would be. The ability to touch her wherever and however I want excites me beyond my wildest dreams. I didn’t go into tonight expecting anything to happen, and I’m going to have to do whatever I can to assure Blake of that.