Entangled (A Tryst Novel) (15 page)

“Would you prefer me to just say, ‘Honey, I’m home’
 
and then flip on the TV? That can be arranged, if you prefer. I mean, I’m all sorts of tired, but I’m hungry, too.” I raise my brows to insinuate I don’t mean food.

She guffaws, rolling her head back to release my favorite sound. Her laughter. Even that sounds honest and pure.

Feeling like life, and her, are so delicate, I let her slowly slide down my body until her feet touch the floor. Maybe I’m even afraid she could disappear at any moment in a puff of smoke.

I lift my hand to her face, tugging on her chin so she looks up at me, and the crashing waves that are her eyes wash me of stress, like the whole ocean engulfing me in one cleansing gulp.

“Blake, are you okay?”

Leaning toward her, I rub the tip of my nose back and forth over hers. “I’m perfect. I just need you.”

“Is work okay?” she asks, seemingly not pleased with my answer.

I drag my hand up over the curve of her ass, caressing her hips, and up her torso, reveling in how soft, yet firm, she feels everywhere. The combination overwhelming for my fingertips, needing to touch every inch in order to read and understand the girl before me. Why do I feel like I’ve been so disconnected, and this is a sensation I’m starving for? Nothing feels more real than Skyler to me.

“Of course. I just want you right now. Please,” I plead.

She doesn’t question me any longer, and I like the placating twitch at the corner of her mouth as she silently grabs for my hand, tugging me toward my bed and less than gently pushing me onto the mattress.

My mouth waters as she stands at the edge of my bed at my feet, like a skilled temptress, and I’m curious how much she’s winging it, and how much she’s actually mastered.

“Did you go for a run?” I ask.

She tugs the tight tie in her hair from the ponytail, letting her long, midnight locks cascade around her face. “I never made it that far,” she retorts.

I gulp as I watch Skyler peel her tight running shorts from her body, revealing tiny, black-lace panties. My dick jumps to attention, and I wonder if she has any fucking clue how much she owns me. It’s in the flirty, unjaded way she looks at me, like I’m the answer to all her problems, or the sunshine at the end of a storm. No one’s ever looked at me like that. I can get drunk on Skye’s stare. I never feel more whole than when this girl smiles at me. It’s as annoying as it is gloriously insane.

I tilt my head to the side. “Do you always go running in lace undies?”

She mimics my head tilt. “Well, I obviously never know when I’ll run into my nymphomaniac boyfriend, you see.”

I nod, pursing my lips to hold back my grin, but the corners of my mouth are putting up a valiant battle. “I do see. As a sufferer of this affliction, I sure am glad you come prepared at all times.”

She rolls her eyes before peeling the snug, black sports bra from her body, revealing her naked self in all its fucking amazing glory. I release a hum at the sight, knowing that I’m the one who taught Skyler to never be ashamed of her body. It has to be the best thing I’ve ever taught her. That body is mine . . . in a manner of speaking. I want nothing more than to touch her everywhere and forever.

I watch her climb over my body.

“Blake, close your mouth.”

I snap my mouth shut, unaware that I was gawking. I extend my hands out for her as that feral need to have her takes over. I want all of her, and in the most greedy way possible. I sit up, reaching for her lips, and crash into them hungrily. I can’t take it any longer. I flip her over on her back, pressing her body into the bed with my own, finding that my body molds perfectly against hers. It’s like home . . . no, it
is
home.

I can smell her jasmine body wash against the freshness of her skin as I trail kisses down the nape of her neck, wondering how my withdrawal hasn’t been driving me to madness.

I continue my journey to her breasts, taking one of the hard, sensitive buds into my mouth while caressing the other.

I move to suck on the other breast, caring for each diligently, listening to Skyler’s whispered moans, while letting my hands continue their journey to her thighs. My mouth catches up as it moves its licking and sucking trail down her torso.

“Blake,” she breathes.

“Hmm?” I reply as I take the pretty black-lace waistband of her panties between my teeth.

“I was supposed to do this to you.”

I peer up from her hips, basking in her scent. I can already tell she’s wet and wanting before I’ve even touched her there. Her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip tell me she’s mine for the taking.

“Nothing stopping you, babe,” I joke.

A mischievous curve forms on her plump lips, and it only compliments her lush body. “Fine, but there’s a problem.”

“What’s that?” I place a kiss on her inner thigh, causing her to fight her fidgeting, her legs tensing in trembling anticipation.

“You’re still wearing your clothes.”

I tug on her panties one more time with my teeth, flashing a wolfish grin.

“I can take care of that for you, but you’re going to have to stop squirming.”

I sit up on my knees as I watch her try to still her nearly naked body. She’s licking over her lips as I pull my shirt off and unbutton my pants, kicking them to the floor before making my way back to her.

Tutting, she quips, “Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” She points at my briefs barely restraining my hard-on.

“Patience, babe.”

I lean down, pressing my lips back to her stomach. She fights a groan as she says, “Since when do you know anything about patience?”

I laugh, returning my teeth’s grip on her panties, tugging them down over her hips, and off her body.

This silences her and makes me smile. I spread her legs wide, licking my lips. Her slick, soft flesh is what my dirtiest dreams are made of.

“Since right now.” I chide. “I love that your cunt is soaking for me, Skye. Best fucking thing ever.”

“Only for you,” she replies breathily.

“Only for me,” I repeat, greedily confirming it as I lean forward. I place a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, inching my way toward her center.

I bring my hands to her dripping sex, dragging my fingertips between her folds. Her hips squirm.

“I said be still, babe.”

Her resisting moan has my dick desperate to dive inside her. I remind myself of patience and try my best to slow down.

I push two fingers inside, my thumb circling her clit, and I love that Skyler is so receptive to my touch. Her hands claw at the sheets as she fights more fidgeting as I drive my fingers in and out, watching her writhe.

My mouth waters with the need to bring her to orgasm. I want her to feel as much pleasure as possible. I’d give her anything and more, and she would never have to ask.

I pull my hands free and lick her arousal from my fingers. Her searing blue stare devours me smugly from my perch before I bring my mouth to her throbbing clit.

“Bl-ake,” she stutters through her ecstasy. The sound sending an electric current that sparks at the base of my cock.

It fuels me to go on. I lick up and down her sex, my tongue circling her entrance, needing to wrap an arm around her hips to keep her steady. I love the way she tastes. She’s like a sexy birthday cake, layers of delicious filling, and her moans are the icing on top.

Surprising me, her hands come to my arms, peeling them from her.

“Blake,” she attempts more solidly while her fists move to clench around my sheets again, giving her wanton state away.

I pull myself away, “Hmm?”

“I want you inside me.”

“Now?”

“Now,” she demands. “I love your mouth, but I want to feel you. Please.”

It’s a plea that has my dick turning into steel, and it’s not one I’d refuse or fight.

Okay, so maybe patience isn’t my thing.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” I sit up, wiping my mouth on my forearm before scooting between her legs and leaning over her. “You’re kinda demanding, you know that?”

“Only when it comes to you. You don’t get to have me for that long, now make it count.”

I grin, shifting my hips, the head of my cock dripping with the need to fuck as I press it against the opening of her sex.

Only for you. Only for me.
Those words heat my insides. I grab her hips, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh. Needing her. Wanting her. This is our perfect bubble. Nothing matters here. When it comes down to it, naked or clothed, in a room full of people or utterly alone, it’s only about
us
. Her moan is mine, along with her smile, her skin, her orgasm, her laugh, everything. She’s the cure that I didn’t know I needed when we first met, and the fact I have her now and in any way is as spectacular as it is mind-boggling. How did I get so lucky? I don’t deserve her among the chaos, but holy shit, I’d be lost without her as my anchor. Every part of my body yearns for hers. I want to tell her everything. I want to kiss every inch of her skin. I want to drink her, kiss her, and fuck her over and over again into oblivion.

“How bad do you want me, Skyler?”

“So fucking bad. I want your cock inside me. I want you to make me come.”

Could she be any more perfect?

I can’t take it anymore. I drive into her without warning, her body taking me to the hilt. She throws her head back in a shout of ecstasy, her breasts bouncing from my assault. I lean down, taking one of her hard, pink buds into my mouth, and suck hard as my hips piston into hers.

“My dirty girl likes it hard,” I breathe against her skin, licking at her nipple before moving on to the other.

Her moans egg me on as I pull in and out of her. I can already feel her body clenching around me. I bury my head into the crook of her neck, trying to manage my body’s need for release. My hips move of their own accord, unrestrained and desperate, needing and wanting to come inside her, going harder and faster.

Her hands tangle into my hair as her legs get a vice grip around my torso, pulling me into her.

“Skyler, I’m gonna come. I want you to come with me.”

I bring my lips to hers where she meets me for every passionate stroke as my left hand slides down to her stomach to her sex, finding that little pulsing pressure point of bliss. I circle her clit with my fingertips.

Sensitive to the touch, she tries to pull away but my body surrounds her and I don’t let her move. My mouth claims her moans as I ride her orgasm to the surface. Her body clenches around mine and I’m about to blow my load.

“Sky—”

“Keep going—Blake!” she shouts pleadingly, becoming unhinged as her body embraces my cock’s ruthless rhythm.

Her whole body trembles and tightens as her orgasm rips through her body, milking my dick as I find my own blissful release.

My teeth clamp down on her shoulder to hide the shuddering escape of her name on my lips as I beg my body to ride this wave all the way through. The tingle as I come is overwhelming and incredible, and fighting through the ecstasy I ride it until the end and until I’ve emptied every last drop.

It isn’t until I feel her body become languid that I allow mine to collapse next to hers.

“Patience is incredibly overrated,” she exhales as I watch her eyes sink closed.

A sharp chortle escapes me. I place a kiss on her bare shoulder before whispering, “God, I love you,” and we fall asleep, living in the moment because who cares about tomorrow when right now everything is so fucking perfect?

***

“Blake?”

I turn my head to the right to see Skyler, head perched on her hand, staring at me.

“Yes, love?” I ask, slowly closing my eyes, basking in the feeling of being utterly calm and content with her naked body lying against mine under the warmth of the blanket.

She giggles at the endearment. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but please don’t go to New York,” she says with obvious sarcasm.

I don’t know why her words please me so, but my eyes fly open in unison with my wide grin. Skyler is always okay with everything I throw at her, but sometimes I love it when she fights me on things, especially on this topic. I’d be bummed if she never admitted that she missed me.

“Come with me?” I ask.

“It’s not that easy, movie star,” she retorts, and I don’t know how to handle it.

“Skye?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if you know, but . . .” I pause, unsure how to find the words. “Have you been reading any magazines lately?”

Her face empties of emotion, but her disapproving smirk is more adorable than peeved. “Yeah, actually I have. Someone told—” Her words get choked off by a dry gasp.

“Skyler, what’s wrong?”

She scrambles to recover, clearing her throat as she nuzzles into my neck, placing a distractingly sweet kiss behind my ear.

“Nothing. Forget it. I saw my face in
People
magazine, that’s all. It was a shocker at first, but I’m over it.”

“So, you’re not upset?”

She caresses my face with her hand, dragging it up my jaw until her fingers comb back my hair. “I was, but I don’t know, I came to terms with it more quickly than I thought. This is who you are now, and I love you. I can’t get mad at you, and I can’t do anything about it anyway.”

“Stop being so perfect, will you?” I nudge at her shoulder, activating that girlish giggle.

“Whatever. I just haven’t figured out how we’ll ever get away if these candid photos keep popping up. That’s all I worry about. It’s already so hard for me to have you to myself. I’m not so good at the sharing-you thing.”

All I can think is,
 
I’m glad I rubbed off on her
.

“Well, first topic for discussion, we have Wisconsin coming up for Thanksgiving. Is that still something you want to do?”

Her face, solemn only moments ago, brightens like a sunrise on her ocean eyes.

“Of course I do. Your family, Blake!” she squeals. “I wonder what they’re like. I mean, you’re
 
you
, and I’d love to meet the sweet Midwest side of you that I see from time to time.” She pauses as she watches my stoic face, and I don’t mean to look so perplexed. “Uh—I mean, that’s if you still want to go. We don’t have to. We can—”