Лиза Джонс: Beneath the Secrets

Blake’s gaze skimmed a path over her body, his cock throbbing with the sight of her slender, perfect curves before settling on the thin strip of lace between the cheeks of her gorgeous backside. He reached for the delicate lace and he ripped it away. Kara gasped and he leaned forward, her hands gripping the sheets in front of her. His hands down beside hers, his mouth finding her ear. “I’m going to spank you, Kara.”

“What?” She gasped, trying to jerk around, but he had her pinned, pressed fully between him and the mattress.

“That’s right,” he said. “I’m going to spank you.”

“No,” she said, sounding urgent, almost panicked. “No. You aren’t.”

“Do you trust me, Kara?” he asked, resisting the urge to nibble on the delicate spot behind her ear. This wasn’t the time to be gentle. This wasn’t the time to show her how much he loved her. Not yet, but soon.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Blake, but—”

“There is no ‘but’. There is only trust or no trust.” The feel of her body pressed to his was driving him crazy and he curled his fingers around the sheets, forcing himself not to touch her. He couldn’t touch her. Not like this. Not until she understood what he was trying to tell her.

“I don’t understand why this is important.”

He didn’t miss the tremble of her voice, the shiver of her body against his. “It is,” he told her. “And I need you to say yes, Kara.”

Her head fell forward, the soft strands of her silky hair draping her face, and it took everything in him not to lean forward and inhale the sweet scent, to taste the salty sweetness of her skin. And he would taste her. Hell, he was going to lick every damn inch of her before this night was over. Just not right now. Right now he held his breath for her answer, the seconds ticking by like hours, until finally she whispered, “Yes. For you. Yes.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the relief flow through him, absorbing the impact of how much trust she’d just given to him, promising himself he would never take that for granted. “Lean forward on the bed and flatten your arms and hands on the mattress.”

She shook her head. “No. I can’t do that. I need some control. I need to stay upright.”

Yes. She needed control. That was part of his message, part of why he needed her to understand where he was at inside, and what he’d become. He covered her hands with his on the bed. “Then promise to keep your hands right here. No matter what, don’t move them.”

“Yes. Okay. I promise.”

He began to pull away but she grabbed his wrists, pulling him forward. “Wait. Will it hurt?”

This time he let himself be gentle, nuzzling her neck, trying to calm the panic in her voice. “I would never hurt you.”

“I know that.” But still she held onto his arms.

“Then let go, Kara.”

“Let go,” she repeated, as if the words weren’t quite making it to her brain. “Okay.” Slowly, her grip loosened and she released him.

Blake’s hands settled on her slender waist and traveled downward to cup her backside. She stiffened instantly and he began a gentle caress of her cheeks. He could almost feel her holding her breath, almost taste her anticipation. He leaned in, pressing his face to her face, drawing in the sweet floral scent of her, and demanding, “What are you thinking? Exactly what is in your head right this moment? Say it. Say it now.”

“Blake,” she protested.

He squeezed her cheeks. “Now, Kara, or I’ll spank you this instant.”

“Nothing,” she panted. “Everything. I don’t know what is about to happen. I don’t know what to expect. I can’t believe I’m doing this or you’re doing this, and—”

Blake turned her around to face him, her back against the end of the bed, his legs caging her. “That’s what I was after,” he said, his hands resting on her shoulders.

“What?” she asked, looking confused. “What you were after? I don’t understand.”

“I’m not going to spank you. I was never going to spank you. I just needed you to feel what you just felt. I wanted you to experience that moment when you could think of nothing but what came next. That moment when nothing else could find its way into your head. That’s the kind of escape I’ve used to get through these past two years. It’s the only way I survived and I got it however I could get it. I lived on the edge and I pushed every limit I could push. Kara, I need you to know that’s how far gone I was over Whitney, because that’s how just the idea of losing you makes me. Your job is going to make me insane and I’m going to be overbearing and impossibly protective. I’ll try not to be, but I’ll fail sometimes. I might fail more than I don’t. We’ll fight. We’ll probably fight a lot.”

“I can handle it.” Her hands went to his face. “We’ll get through it. I promise, though, you didn’t have to do the whole spanking thing. I’m going to pay you back for that.”

“Kara—”

“I can handle it, Blake.”

He covered her hands with his and pulled them down between them. “Can you? Because, Kara, I can’t let you go back undercover with Alvarez. I won’t let you.”

“I’m okay with that. My cover is blown, and—”

Blake kissed her, swallowing the rest of her words, drinking them in, claiming them as he wanted to claim her, as he would claim her. She was his and he had no intention of ever letting her go. No intention of anyone taking her from him. His hands caressed her back, over her ribcage to skim her breasts, and her soft whimper drove him crazy.

He cupped her breasts, pushing them together to lean down and lick one nipple and then the next. Her fingers tunneled into his hair. “What do I have to do to get you naked?” she whispered. “Please tell me now.”

Blake’s lips curved and he glanced up at her, suckling one of the stiff peaks and then twirling his tongue around it. Her lashes fluttered. “Blake…” she panted, and then moaned.

He laced his fingers into her hair, hungrily kissing her one last time before pushing away from her to stand up to undress. Kara moved off of the floor, sitting on the edge of the mattress, her breasts high, her nipples tight little buds. His cock pulsed at the sight she made, urgency driving him to shove down his pants and boxers. And Kara seemed to sense his need, mercilessly egging him on, her beautiful green eyes sliding over his body, settling boldly on the thick pulse of his erection, and Blake groaned with the impact.

Blake closed the distance between them and went down on the mattress on top of her, laughing with a flashback of Denver. “What’s so funny?” she asked, her fingers lacing together at the back of his neck, and biting her lip as he settled thickly between her thighs.

“You drugged me,” he said incredulously. “How did I fall in love with the woman who drugged me?”

“I got your attention, didn’t I?” she asked, smiling, her voice thick with desire and sexy as hell.

He slid his cock along the seam of her sex, back and forth, until she was panting. “Do I have your attention?” he murmured, nipping her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered. “You most definitely have my attention.”

Blake rolled to his back and molded her on top of him. “You let me take your control a few minutes ago. I’ll give it to you now.”

Surprise slid over her face and she pressed on his shoulders, lifting herself so that her eyes met his. “No,” she said, suddenly serious. “I gave it to you.” She slid off of him, curling herself at his side, her fingers stroking his cheek. “I don’t need it. I just need you.”

Blake pressed her to her back, settling on top of her, staring down at her in wonder. He knew what a control freak she was. He knew how much she valued control. And he knew this was her way of telling him she could handle what was before them. That she was with him all the way and, if it was possible, he’d just fallen more in love with her. “We’ll share it,” he promised her. “We’ll share it, Kara.”