Unwritten
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Her lips, soft and tempting. The fire in her eyes, demanding more.
“What are you waiting for?” She challenges me again. “I’m not some little kid anymore. I know what I want, and I want you. This. Us.”
She steps closer, backing me against the wall. I can feel her now, smell the scent of her perfume. Her presence drowns everything out, until I can hear nothing but the thunder of my heartbeat and the roar of desire echoing with every moment.
Stop fighting. Stop hiding.
Take her.
So I do.
11.
Zoey
Blake’s lips crash down against mine, kissing me with a determined hunger like I’ve never felt before. He grips my shoulders, pushing me away from the crowds until my back hits the wall and he’s hard against me.
Everything stops.
I fall into the kiss, arching up against him, desperate for more. His tongue plunges into my mouth, demanding total control, licking against my lips and tasting me, deeper. I shudder, grabbing greedy handfuls of his shirt to pull him even closer, so there’s nothing between us anymore, not even air.
Hard muscle, hot hands. The beat pulses, deafening, mingling with the crazy thunder of my heartbeat, so loud I lose track of where it ends and where the music begins. Blake shoves his thigh between my legs, and now I’m wrapping myself around him, lost to everything but the sensation of his mouth and our lips and the glittering grind of our bodies as we devour each other whole.
What is this?
To call it a kiss would be laughable, God, this is so much more. His hands are roving over my body, gripping my ass and clutching at my dress. And I’m just as needy, sliding over the gorgeous planes of his back, grabbing at his belt, yanking him closer, closer. My blood is on fire, racing through my body in a clawing surge of desire. He thrusts against me, and I moan into his mouth, my breasts tender, crushed against his chest; a tightness aching between my thighs.
I’m over the edge, past all control. All those years of wondering, I never knew it could be like this—and he’s right here, falling with me. Muscle and sinew and hot breath on my cheek.
Blake.
He tears his lips away from mine, panting hard. His eyes glint, wild in the dark, and it sends a fresh shudder of lust through me to see him like this.
I did this. I made him leap.
“We’ve got to go,” he growls, pushing back his hair.
My heart falls.
Blake catches my expression, and manages a grin. “To somewhere private,” he grounds out, kissing against my neck all the way up to my earlobe. The rasp of his stubble against my skin makes me shiver even before he says, “I don’t want to fuck you up against this wall, but God, I’m close.”
“OK,” I gasp, trying to function again, even as my head spins. “Where?”
“Anywhere.” Blake pulls back, just far enough to meet my gaze. He cradles my cheek in his hand, stroking my lips with his thumb, back and forth, back and forth.
I close my eyes and sink back against the wall, overwhelmed. My brain is frazzled, short-circuiting with every touch,. “I can’t think when you’re doing that,” I protest.
“And I can’t think with you looking like that,” Blake growls.
“Like how?” I force my eyes open. He’s staring straight back.
“Like you want me inside you right now.”
Oh. My. God.
“Come on.” Blake finally drags his touch away and takes my hand. “My brother keeps an apartment here in the city. He’s traveling, he won’t be there.”
An apartment. A locked door. A bed.
My legs are weak, but somehow I pull myself upright again and take a shaking step after him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
His question stops me in my tracks. I can see in his eyes he’s barely holding it together too, but still, the fact he’s asking again makes everything click into place.
This is Blake. My Blake. And whatever happens next, it’s what I’ve wanted all along. “I’m sure.”
I take his hand, and lead him outside.
The cab ride is exquisite agony. I swear, you can see sparks in the air between us, ready to combust. I sit way over on my side of the seat, trying to get my racing pulse under control. I want to be in control for this, to savor every moment, but it’s hard. I’ve never felt a desire so strong, never had my body react this way to anyone, not even in my wildest dreams.
I send a shy glance over to Blake, wondering if he’s feeling the same way. He’s watching me with a dark intensity in his stare, his blue eyes fierce in the dark of the backseat.
“Come here,” he says quietly. I shiver, my stomach tied up in knots as I slowly slide across the seat, into the warm curve of his embrace.
He dips his head and trails a soft line of kisses up the bare column of my throat.
Oh…
I must have moaned aloud, because Blake’s body tenses against me. But he doesn’t stop his lips’ gentle exploration, his breath hot against my skin. Gently, his mouth whispers along my collarbone, every touch sending new sparks of molten silver radiating out through my entire body.
I sink against him, and now his hands are gently slipping inside my coat. He skims over the curves of my body, soft as the silk that slides against my skin, never touching long, just enough to make every nerve and sense come screaming to life as his lips continue their tortuous slow conquest of my neck.
I fall back against the seat in a dizzy haze. The neon lights of the city blur outside the windows as Blake’s magic hands and lips and tongue reduce me to electricity, a live-wire sparking with pent-up need. By the time the cab jolts to a stop, I swear I’m already gone, past all rational thought.
“What are you waiting for?” She challenges me again. “I’m not some little kid anymore. I know what I want, and I want you. This. Us.”
She steps closer, backing me against the wall. I can feel her now, smell the scent of her perfume. Her presence drowns everything out, until I can hear nothing but the thunder of my heartbeat and the roar of desire echoing with every moment.
Stop fighting. Stop hiding.
Take her.
So I do.
11.
Zoey
Blake’s lips crash down against mine, kissing me with a determined hunger like I’ve never felt before. He grips my shoulders, pushing me away from the crowds until my back hits the wall and he’s hard against me.
Everything stops.
I fall into the kiss, arching up against him, desperate for more. His tongue plunges into my mouth, demanding total control, licking against my lips and tasting me, deeper. I shudder, grabbing greedy handfuls of his shirt to pull him even closer, so there’s nothing between us anymore, not even air.
Hard muscle, hot hands. The beat pulses, deafening, mingling with the crazy thunder of my heartbeat, so loud I lose track of where it ends and where the music begins. Blake shoves his thigh between my legs, and now I’m wrapping myself around him, lost to everything but the sensation of his mouth and our lips and the glittering grind of our bodies as we devour each other whole.
What is this?
To call it a kiss would be laughable, God, this is so much more. His hands are roving over my body, gripping my ass and clutching at my dress. And I’m just as needy, sliding over the gorgeous planes of his back, grabbing at his belt, yanking him closer, closer. My blood is on fire, racing through my body in a clawing surge of desire. He thrusts against me, and I moan into his mouth, my breasts tender, crushed against his chest; a tightness aching between my thighs.
I’m over the edge, past all control. All those years of wondering, I never knew it could be like this—and he’s right here, falling with me. Muscle and sinew and hot breath on my cheek.
Blake.
He tears his lips away from mine, panting hard. His eyes glint, wild in the dark, and it sends a fresh shudder of lust through me to see him like this.
I did this. I made him leap.
“We’ve got to go,” he growls, pushing back his hair.
My heart falls.
Blake catches my expression, and manages a grin. “To somewhere private,” he grounds out, kissing against my neck all the way up to my earlobe. The rasp of his stubble against my skin makes me shiver even before he says, “I don’t want to fuck you up against this wall, but God, I’m close.”
“OK,” I gasp, trying to function again, even as my head spins. “Where?”
“Anywhere.” Blake pulls back, just far enough to meet my gaze. He cradles my cheek in his hand, stroking my lips with his thumb, back and forth, back and forth.
I close my eyes and sink back against the wall, overwhelmed. My brain is frazzled, short-circuiting with every touch,. “I can’t think when you’re doing that,” I protest.
“And I can’t think with you looking like that,” Blake growls.
“Like how?” I force my eyes open. He’s staring straight back.
“Like you want me inside you right now.”
Oh. My. God.
“Come on.” Blake finally drags his touch away and takes my hand. “My brother keeps an apartment here in the city. He’s traveling, he won’t be there.”
An apartment. A locked door. A bed.
My legs are weak, but somehow I pull myself upright again and take a shaking step after him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
His question stops me in my tracks. I can see in his eyes he’s barely holding it together too, but still, the fact he’s asking again makes everything click into place.
This is Blake. My Blake. And whatever happens next, it’s what I’ve wanted all along. “I’m sure.”
I take his hand, and lead him outside.
The cab ride is exquisite agony. I swear, you can see sparks in the air between us, ready to combust. I sit way over on my side of the seat, trying to get my racing pulse under control. I want to be in control for this, to savor every moment, but it’s hard. I’ve never felt a desire so strong, never had my body react this way to anyone, not even in my wildest dreams.
I send a shy glance over to Blake, wondering if he’s feeling the same way. He’s watching me with a dark intensity in his stare, his blue eyes fierce in the dark of the backseat.
“Come here,” he says quietly. I shiver, my stomach tied up in knots as I slowly slide across the seat, into the warm curve of his embrace.
He dips his head and trails a soft line of kisses up the bare column of my throat.
Oh…
I must have moaned aloud, because Blake’s body tenses against me. But he doesn’t stop his lips’ gentle exploration, his breath hot against my skin. Gently, his mouth whispers along my collarbone, every touch sending new sparks of molten silver radiating out through my entire body.
I sink against him, and now his hands are gently slipping inside my coat. He skims over the curves of my body, soft as the silk that slides against my skin, never touching long, just enough to make every nerve and sense come screaming to life as his lips continue their tortuous slow conquest of my neck.
I fall back against the seat in a dizzy haze. The neon lights of the city blur outside the windows as Blake’s magic hands and lips and tongue reduce me to electricity, a live-wire sparking with pent-up need. By the time the cab jolts to a stop, I swear I’m already gone, past all rational thought.
