by Dez Burke
Blade had never meant to burden Makayla with his issues. For god’s sake they’d practically only just met. He’d always shouldered his problems on his own and hated messing another person up in them.
Part of what he felt regarding Jessica was guilt, making him believe that if he hadn’t left her the way he had, she wouldn’t have been driven to seek solace with Thomas. A main part of him though, was involved with Jessica and Jamie because he really loved the little boy and wanted to do all he could to be there for either of them.
He hoped Makayla would understand that. He hoped she wouldn’t think it was too much baggage for him to drag into a relationship. But he’d meant what he’d said about wanting to give romance a chance this time. For once, he’d felt something with a woman that opened his eyes to what could be. He only hoped she’d felt it too.
“Makayla?” he asked softly, the silence stretching on. His eyes held hers and he felt his heart do that familiar flip that warned him he was in big trouble where Makayla Stiles was concerned.
“I’m ready to take it slow,” he added, a sudden impulse making him lift her hand to his lips. Her knuckles were delicate looking, beautiful. He kissed each one and heard her sharp intake of breath. This time, when he looked into her face he saw a look fit to scorch.
“Slow be damned,” Makayla said thickly, and in the same instant made Blade go hard as a rock beneath his pants.
“I think it’s time to go home now,” she added plainly, the look in her eyes speaking volumes. It had Blade paying the check in under fifteen seconds as he whisked her out the door as if to move quickly before she changed her mind.
Chapter Thirteen
There was no right or wrong about what Makayla felt around Blade. It was enough that his touch, his smile, did things to her that no other man ever could. In such a short time, he made her realize the essence of when a man and woman fit together like two perfect pieces of a jigsaw.
She couldn’t remember how they got back to the house. It must have been one heck of a race against time because one second he was kissing her knuckles in a bar, and the next they were shutting the front door of her apartment, sealing their lips together and doing the tongue tango right there against the wall.
Makayla’s fingers raked through his hair, and over his shirt, before pulling at the fastenings on his pants. He groaned against her mouth as her hips pressed enticingly against his burgeoning erection right before she cupped him with a seeking palm. He grabbed the back of her head and held her in place for a ravishing kiss that tore the breath out of both of them.
“Too fast,” Blade growled, staring down at her bodice and realizing that he’d ripped it down in half without realizing it. Her tits peeked out of the lacy red cups of her bra, and he positively throbbed in aching arousal.
“I don’t mind,” purred Makayla, fingers working quickly on his zipper. She needed him. So bad. Every night since she’d left she’d craved his touch, the sensation of his bare skin against hers. She wanted him with all her fiber; wanted parts of him in her mouth and then wanted him to fill her to bursting with his powerful maleness. She wanted – and needed.
“No, angel,” he said huskily but firmly, seizing her wrists in one grip and pinning them over her head against the wall. He ground into her, bringing her in contact with the pulsating steel of his passion. Her breasts heaved and tingled against his chest.
His head slanted and he plucked lingeringly at her bottom lip, just as she arched her spine off the wall and hummed with pleasure. There was a loud beat of drums and it took Blade a few moments to realize that was his heart, pounding to the tempo of his desire for this red-hot woman who packed all the heat he would ever need to warm the ice wall he’d built within.
“I meant it about taking it slow,” he breathed, before trailing his free hand over the outline of her curvy frame. “This time, we have no reason to rush. I want to put my mouth here…and here.” He skimmed his fingers lightly over her thrust out breasts, before palming the swollen V evident beneath her clinging skirt. Makayla gasped, staring straight up into his face.
“I intend to use my tongue to write the whole freaking alphabet all over this sweet little pussy of yours,” he stated in her ear with a raspy edge to his voice.
Makayla’s eyes closed helplessly and felt that part of her anatomy give instant feedback when it started to twitch lustily even as her knees turned to Jell-O.
“Tasting you down there was one thing I missed the first time we made love. It’s the one thing I’ve thought about endlessly since the time I got back and found you gone. Makayla, nothing about tonight is going to be hurried. There’s a time and place for everything but right now, right here, you and I are going to have a slow dance of passion.”
His words flowed like sweet poetry into her system and Makayla couldn’t help but whimper when he nibbled sensuously on her ear lobe. Just imagining Blade taking his sweet time to make love to her was igniting her senses to dangerous levels of arousal already. Her only hope was that she could make it to the bed before imploding with her long-restricted release.
Blade suddenly swept her up into his arms and spared her the questionable effort of having to use her shaky legs. As ever he was in control and Makayla was quite happy to succumb and let him take the lead. She loved to give in totally to his dominant sensuality and while she intended to submit herself to every lash of pleasure he had in store for her, she hoped she’d get the opportunity to show him that she was good at giving as well as taking.
Chapter Fourteen
Just because he said he’d take it slow didn’t mean he couldn’t be rough. Blade could tell she liked it when he showed his strength in different ways. For instance when he swung her into his arms as if she weighed nothing but a feather and carried her to the bedroom.
Blade all but tossed her unto the bed and he could see the gleeful light of passion in her eyes even as she bounced on the mattress. He wrenched out of his shirt before leaning over her as she lay back waiting with lustful eyes roaming his half-naked body.
He then began to unwrap her sexy body from her clothes as slowly as he promised, but when he kissed her, his lips were fierce. She liked that too.
He went stiffer than he’d ever thought possible with his lips sliding over hers. Everything he had; everything he felt for her he threw it into that kiss. His excitement grew when she kissed him back just as passionately, arching off the bed as her exposed nipples hardened against his chest.
She was his woman.
His.
It didn’t matter whether they’d known each other five days or even five hours. This felt right. He touched her and she moaned and melted. Her body responded so powerfully to his that it made his heart swell even as his cock thickened harder than ever.
And then he felt between her legs.
Her pussy was soft, puffy, and so wet his fingers were soon slippery as they slid all over her vulva. He looked up into her face and saw it flush with embarrassment. But why, Blade wondered? He liked his women wet – very wet. And right then Makayla was moister than any woman he’d ever been with. Damn. The very knowledge almost had him ejaculating in his pants.
“You’re so fucking sexy it’s a crime,” Blade growled, holding her gaze and watching her grimace of pleasure when he slipped two fingers inside her sodden pussy. “Knowing I make you drip this much is such a fucking turn on. You have no idea what it does to a man like me.”
“Oh God, Blade,” Makayla sighed, bucking her pelvis against his probing hand.
Fucking unbelievable how good she felt around his fingers thought Blade. Swollen yet snug…her pussy lips parting in welcome as he shoved in and out of her tight and clinging entrance. The sounds and aromas of sex and sin reached his senses and made them reel.
He watched his fingers disappear and then emerge from her walls, glistening from her juices. A deep animal groan tore from his throat and he suddenly wondered if he could hold on to his control long enough to make tonight last as long as he’d planne
d. Feeling her contract and release around his fingers was giving him a reminder how it had felt to bury his cock deep inside her warm, slippery and silken garden.
Makayla bucked again as he suddenly hooked unto her g-spot. He looked up into her face and saw the tormented pleasure dancing like flames in her eyes. Her spine was arched fully off the bed until just her shoulders touched the mattress. Her breasts were thrust out in all their glorious beauty and they immediately acted as a good distraction to keep him from ripping out his cock and ramming it deep into her pussy before it was time.
He continued to steadily finger-fuck her as he lowered his head to her offered tits. He licked each nipple into stiff little eraser points. Then he sucked on them, very hard. So hard she cried out and gripped his short hair tight until his scalp tingled. He growled with pleasure, delighting in the force of her passion. Makayla wanted him; she wanted his touch, his mouth on her body. It felt good to be so deeply desired by a beautiful, sexy and intelligent woman like Makayla.
She was so different from any of the women he’d ever met. Sure, he’d been with beautiful, sexy and yes, intelligent women before. In the past it had amazed him the kind of females who liked to get it on with an Army man. Not that he ever bragged about what he did, but when it ever came out that he was in the Army’s Special Operations unit, women’s legs spread wide almost in record time. Blade never took advantage of it but then he also never wasted a good opportunity.
But it wasn’t like that with Makayla. She was more than an ‘available’ hot lay. He liked to think she’d fallen for him for his charm, his personality, and the way he made her feel in bed.
Oh shit, Blade thought, suddenly realizing the way his mind was working. Already he was wishing for more than he should; more than Makayla was probably willing to give. True, she’d obviously believed everything he’d told her and had welcomed him back into her bed, but that didn’t give him the right to think she’d fallen for him or ever would.
He’d told her he was ready for romance but that didn’t automatically entail gaining her heart.
And yet, Blade knew he wanted that too; and not just her delectable body.
As he trailed his lips from her breasts and started homing for that invitingly scented V between her legs, Blade decided he’d found his latest mission: getting Makayla to give her heart completely to him, the way she gave her body. He wanted her trust, her friendship, and her love. And he was willing to take whatever risks to accomplish his new-found objective. This was one target he had no intention of missing. Makayla would be well and truly his. And soon.
Chapter Fifteen
Blade was certainly good at keeping his promises, thought the dazed Makayla as she watched his close-cropped head settle between her thighs. His bare shoulders flexed powerfully as they spread her legs even further, exposing her fully to his coming onslaught. He wasted no time in planting his tongue over her sex.
“Oh…Blade,” she moaned, louder than she’d ever moaned in her life.
That artful tongue was doing things she never dreamed a tongue could do. He made her feel every one of her nerve endings as he stimulated each and every one in turn. His wickedly mobile tongue did flicks, rolls and licks all over the seam of her slit and the surrounding tissue. On, and on…and on. She had no doubt that he went through the alphabet and several shapes and figures from the way that tongue skipped all over her pussy.
Just when she felt ready to combust, his tactics changed slightly as his lips began to pull at her sex. This made the knots in her belly tighten and twist until she could hardly even breathe, made frantic with blissful enjoyment.
He sucked on her folds and teased open her hood to find that tiny pearl of pleasure. He lapped at her clit, giving her a jolt of electricity that made her scream his name until it bounced off the ceiling.
Yes…yes. Yes! Makayla said the word over and over, her fingers clutching everywhere. The sheets, his hair, his shoulders. She squirmed and jerked and spasmed with every brush of that tongue. And when he used two fingers to push her wide open to reveal the pinkness waiting within, Makayla didn’t expect what came next.
Blade, fucking her with that energetic tongue of his. Jabbing inside her core and teasing the sensitive inner walls. Making her juice up so much she felt it spilling down to her crack. Makayla didn’t know what to do with all this agony, this bliss. She wanted more, and yet she was afraid what it would make her do. She was afraid she’d explode.
Blade buried his face in her cunt and it felt like he was ready to eat her alive. Spotlights of pleasure came on full blast behind her vision, blinding her as she doubled over, flopped, and bucked until she felt like she’d been fired with a taser.
As if there wasn’t enough ecstasy to contend with, Blade suddenly intensified her high by pushing in one finger while he licked around the swelling edges of her pussy. He raked in and out with that lone finger and she gripped on so tightly to his hair she heard him groan with approval. His thumb swept over her clitoris before pressing down in long, circular motions. His lips stayed glued to every part of her genitals he could reach while his thumb teased her clit and fucked her pussy with his index finger.
Now Makayla knew for certain he wanted to drive her insane. She didn’t care. She was ready to go wild for him any given day. When another finger slipped in, making them two, Makayla went through another plane of passion. She could feel her orgasm build up to a magnitude that threatened to crush her beneath its force. One more stroke of his thumb across her clit; one last push of his fingers into her g-spot and Makayla was undone.
Chapter Sixteen
Blade loved making Makayla come. And watching her come. There was a way to how she let go that triggered something off in his brain; a tripwire of manly fulfillment that made him swell with pride and hot, blinding lust.
Her climax hit her so hard she almost sprung off the bed. Quickly, he clamped his hands on her thighs and kept her down while he lapped up her jetting juices. Damn, she tasted good. Blade wanted to commit that taste to memory. She was saying his name as her orgasm rocked her from head to foot and it was like music to his ears. Makayla was everything. She’d brought her openness and her realness with her and blew a hole right through his defenses, more than any of those pushy women he’d met in the past could ever do. Blade could see himself laying his heart on the line for a woman like Makayla. And no matter what happened, he’d never regret that move.
Finally, she was still, though her chest was heaving. Ever so slowly, he kissed her sensitive inner thighs, reluctantly moving away from her glittering pink and pouty pussy before wending his lips upwards. Her belly, her breasts, her throat. He licked at the gentle sheen of perspiration coating her skin there, and felt her shudder endlessly. He smiled, raised his head to look down into her hooded, glistening eyes. Tears. Puzzled, he stared into her streaked face. “What’s wrong?”
She let out that spontaneous, beautiful sounding laugh he was getting to love. “Nothing’s wrong! It just…it felt so good. Nothing like that’s ever felt so good,” she told him, her tone sobering. Her hands rested on his chest, and Blade felt the ultimate wall come crashing down when he looked into the open window of her face.
He loved her.
He knew that now. Without a doubt in his mind he knew.
It was as gut-deep an instinct as he’d had whenever he was stationed on that wall, about to bring down that ‘mark’ with just one bullet from his sniper rifle.
The analogy might seem unsavory to some but it was the truth. Blade had lived by the gun and it had been a tough choice to make but he’d been darned too good at it to do anything else while he was in the Army.
And yet now that he was out of active duty he’d always been afraid he’d lost some part of his humanity. That piece had fused right back when he met Makayla. Now, with her gazing up at him with the same kind of glow on her face that he was sure was showing on his, he felt like he was finally finding his way back. God! It felt good to be home.
Chapter Seve
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Makayla didn’t care how much Gina or Evelyn teased her. She was in love and it was about time.
Gina got back from her trip to find that her stepbrother may have moved out to his new place, but he was firmly ensconced in Makayla’s heart.
Evelyn too, finally got resigned to the possibility that she might have been wrong and that her sister had actually hit a goldmine with Blade.
Between her sister and her roommate, Makayla went through enough good-natured ribbing to make her feel a tad uncomfortable about her new emotions. Now that she was dating Blade seriously, she’d done all she could to stay sensible – outside the bedroom, at least. Behind closed doors, she let go of every notice of sound judgment. When Blade made love to her, it was another time zone, a whole alternate universe where she didn’t need to hold anything back.
But she was still holding back in the real world. She had to. Only her friends and sister really knew just how she truly felt about Blade. She was crazily infatuated with the guy and she wouldn’t let him see it. Oh sure, he knew she was wildly attracted to him and that he drove her up the beanstalk with his bedroom skills, but self-preservation kept the L-word or any real show of sentimentality out of the deal.
For one, she knew he still had issues. There were nights they spent together that she had to wake him up gently from whatever was making him groan and shiver in his sleep. She could tell it had something to do with his time in the Army but she wasn’t professional enough to handle any of that. She gave him all the support she could as a friend and a lover and hoped that whatever he was suffering about, he’d get through it. She was counting on one day bringing it up and finding out how he could seek peace from what had broken inside him.