decadent ecstasy as it washed over her, pulling her deeper and deeper into delight.
But Blake wouldn’t release her gaze. Like a magnet, he held tight, forcing her to let him watch her orgasm, to see all the way into her soul as she let go.
As she exploded. Her body, her emotions, the very core of her being all laid bare to him as passion took over. She whimpered at the power, unable to do anything but feel. And it felt incredible.
Slowly, drifting like a downy feather, she floated back to earth. Her heartbeat was still so loud in her head she couldn’t hear a thing. But awareness was returning to her body. A body that was still shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, like mini-orgasms rippling through her.
And no wonder.
Blake was still inside her. Still moving, slow and steady. Building, tantalizing. Teasing her with his control.
Time to shift the balance of power, she decided.
She reached up, threading her fingers through his short hair, and pulled his mouth to hers. Her kiss was sweet at first. A gentle thank-you for the delectable orgasm.
Then, as he sank into it, she took it deeper. Her tongue stabbed, her teeth nipped. He stiffened, the smooth rhythm of his thrusts shifting. Jerking.
Alexia let go of his hair, pushing against his shoulders. Then, in a move that made her grateful for her thrice-weekly pilates class, she gave a big push, and switched positions so she was on top.
“Yum,” she whispered.
A wicked smile played about his kiss-swollen lips and he gave an appreciative nod. “Yum, indeed.”
He angled his body so he was half raised, his head leaning against the wall of the tent, his hands cupping both her breasts. Holding them in position for his mouth.
Alexia wrapped her legs around the back of his hips, her heels digging into his butt.
Then she set the pace.
Fast. Intense. His face tightened as he drove into her.
“Now,” he demanded in a low, guttural tone. His face drawn taut, his muscles tense, he stared into her eyes.
She’d never felt such intimacy, such a touching of souls, as she did in that second. Blake, the connection between them, had become her entire world. Her entire focus.
He thrust harder. His eyes narrowed. He sucked air through his teeth. Feeling more powerful than ever before in her life, Alexia shifted higher, swirling her hips to meet his. Then she clenched her core muscles, grabbing his cock, holding tight.
He exploded.
Hers, she thought as his breath caught.
He was all hers. And she didn’t want to let him go.
Ever.
* * *
BLAKE WAS ENGULFED by the intensity of the passion pounding through his veins. The orgasm grabbed ahold, ambushing him with its power. As he poured himself into Alexia’s warmth, his body shuddered, his arms shaking as his muscles tensed to the point of shattering.
His orgasm triggered hers. Still spinning out of control, he watched through narrow, passion-blurred eyes as she went over. Her body tensed, arching her back. Her breasts, lush and gorgeous, bobbed in time with her frenzied gyrations. She tilted her head back, her moans filling the tent. Filling him with power, his ego swelling so he felt like a he-man. All-powerful, totally awesome.
“Wow,” she breathed a few seconds later, staring down at him. Damp tendrils of hair stuck to her face, her skin glistening in the dim light. Slowly, as if all her bones had melted, she sank onto his chest.
“Definitely wow,” he agreed, lifting her chin for a kiss. He wanted to say more. To find words to express how incredible he felt with her, how great that had been. But he couldn’t. Besides, she looked exhausted.
Telling himself it was the gentlemanly thing to do and not chickenshit, he kissed her again, then rolled so they were on their sides.
She curled into his body as if they were one. Blake closed his eyes against the emotions buffeting him. Passion, still flaming hot, led the pack. But right behind it was a tenderness, a gentle sort of sweetness he’d never felt before. It scared the hell out of him, so he focused on the passion instead.
He wrapped his arms tight around her, giving himself a brief moment of sweet surrender before he hitched her higher, his lips latching on to her breast.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, sounding half asleep.
“I’m not finished.”
“Oh, yes, you are,” she said with a gasping sort of laugh, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “I felt you finish, bud. Don’t try to claim otherwise.”
Kissing her, a soft, gentle brush of his lips over the swell of her breast, he gave her a wicked look. “I would never claim that was anything but fabulous. But I’m not finished.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
Then his fingers found her. Still wet and swollen, he flicked his thumb over her quivering clitoris. She gasped, her head falling back against the pillow and her nails leaving tiny crescents in his skin.
“You’re not kidding,” she breathed. “How...”
Her words trailed off when he slid lower, kissing his way down the center of her body. When he reached the flaming curls at her apex, she moaned, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe he was there. But her thighs fell to the side, making room for his shoulders.
This time, when he emptied himself in her, he knew he was done. There. He’d given her all he had.
Every drop.
Every bit of pleasure.
Every ounce of himself.
He collapsed, pulling her tighter into his arms and rolling so he wouldn’t crush her. It was all he could do not to groan out loud as he realized what he’d done.
He’d gone and fallen in love.
He was so screwed.
BLAKE CURLED HIS BODY behind Alexia’s, his arms wrapped around her waist and fingers twined with hers. It was the closest he could get without being inside her. But give him another five, maybe ten minutes, and he’d be up for that again, too.
She was quiet in his arms. Too quiet. He could tell she wasn’t floating on a cloud in sexual nirvana. Not with all the tension he could feel radiating off her.
Give him another five, maybe ten minutes, and he’d get rid of that, too.
“You never asked me what happened at the compound,” she finally said, her words painfully low. “Is that a part of your orders? You’re on pickup-and-delivery service, but not allowed to know what’s in the package?”
Protocol clearly stated that he was exactly what she’d said—pickup and delivery. His orders had been clear. Don’t grill her. Debriefing would be done by higher-ups. Besides, Blake winced, trauma, PTS—she was going to be carting around plenty. But he wasn’t equipped to deal with it. Hell, with her psych degree, she was better prepared than he was.
Distract and delay, he decided. Until she could talk to someone who knew how to guide her back to feeling safe.
“I’m pretty sure I just explored the package pretty thoroughly,” Blake said, laughing a little before he leaned down to gently bite the back of her shoulder. Ah, the perfect distraction. Alexia gave a delighted shudder, pressing her hips back against him. He felt life stirring again, and was tempted. Oh, so tempted to let their bodies take over again.
But even though they didn’t have a future, even though his reasons for them not being together were all still