pressed against his strong frame, and then I woke out of my aroused haze and gently pulled away.
He brushed a strand of hair from my face, and the burning need in his eyes matched my body’s. “You’re going to destroy me.”
I searched for lightness in his tone, but his face remained serious. A shiver ran through me. “Why would you say that?”
“Because I’m weak around you. I’ve thought of little else since meeting you. Maybe your art has bewitched me.”
“There are no spells embedded in my work.”
“Of course, there aren’t… but you have power over me.” He pulled away to look at me under the street lamp.
“You make it sound painful,” I said, trying to understand him because his expression was so intense.
Am I really tormenting him? He was tormenting me with those gorgeous blue eyes that I kept falling into.
“I’m not an easy person to be around,” he said.
“In what way?”
I felt as though we’d entered a place only lovers and people who’d known each other longer than one night visited.
“Penelope, I don’t sleep with women.”
I made a face at him. “Huh? But that kiss…” My eyes widened. “You’re gay?”
He smiled. “No. I’m not gay. I would have thought that was pretty obvious.”
I nodded slowly, recalling his big erection pressing against me.
“What I meant to say was that I fuck women, but I don’t sleep with them.”
“Okay. Um… right. I see.” I couldn’t think straight. “Is there a reason?”
“Isn’t there always a reason for our peculiarities?”
Our eyes locked. Taking a deep breath—this was the most intense encounter I’d ever experienced with a man—I ran my tongue over my lips, which he must have read as an invitation.
He took me into his arms again. His hot mouth ate at mine. Raw and hungry—that was how he came at me. Penetrating my mouth, his tongue ravished me. I imagined his cock doing that to me, and my vagina throbbed with painful arousal.
But would I come out in one piece?
“Penelope, if we keep doing this, I might get arrested for indecency because I want to touch you.”
I wanted his hands all over me, too, and his large cock rubbing against me had turned me into a steamy mess.
“I’ve never been with a man before, Blake.”
He studied me, and a gentle smile softened his regular-featured face, except for a slight bump on the bridge of his nose, which made him even more beautiful.
“We can take this slowly. I do understand.” His hand rested on the curve of my waist, tantalizingly close to my breast. “Let’s have a G&T somewhere quiet, shall we?”
I could barely walk, which had little to do with the two glasses of wine I’d already consumed. “So, does that mean I’m not going back to your house?”
He stopped walking and looked at me. “Would you like to come back to my house?”
“Yes,” I replied, falling into his gaze again.
Blake led me to the sleek black limousine, and opening the door for me, he helped me in. Chivalry had a sudden glamorous appeal, especially in the hands of a sexy man.
* * *
BLAKE FITTED HIS STUNNING environment perfectly. Now that he’d removed his blazer, I drank in his strong physique.
But why doesn’t he sleep with women?
I looked at him in the hope of understanding him. But instead, his mesmerizing eyes distracted me.
My heart pumped madly as he lowered himself close and took my hand. The electricity from his touch rushed through me. I brushed my mouth with my tongue and fell into his arms. His mouth touched mine, and as our hot moist mouths fused, a spark ignited and grew into a blaze.
His hand slid over my blouse. Aching for his fingers, my nipples tightened. I’d never felt this kind of burning desire before. My body was on fire.
As his fingers stroked my cleavage along the ridge of my bra, his moan vibrated down my throat. Our lips seemed unable to stay apart for long.
“I’m burning for you,” he rasped.
Unbuttoning my shirt, he almost ripped it open. All the while, his eyes held mine, turning me into a blubbering mess.
I wouldn’t have been able to move if I’d tried. I wanted him to ravage me and cause pain, pleasure, and everything in between—the whole spectrum of passion. I sensed there was more than just that one simple release that only my fingers had ever managed.
My shirt slunk off, revealing my new silky camisole. His eyes darkened with lust as he smothered my breasts with his hands. The straps dropped, and his