Chapter Seventeen

Fire and ice. Jewell was frozen to the spot when Blake took her into his arms, but she was also burning up. His body was an exciting new world that she wanted to explore, wanted to know so much better than she already knew it. She couldn’t resist this man, and she was tired of trying to.

The air weighed down on her lungs, and her entire body throbbed with desire. His power, her loss of control, the pure lust shining from his eyes should have disgusted her, should have filled her with fear. They hadn’t. She was his. After he pinned her against the bookshelves, all she could do was reach for him, desire him, crave him.

“This is why you’ll eventually see things my way, Jewell. You are as powerless as I am to resist what is happening between us,” he said before sinking his teeth into her shoulder, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Stop talking,” she panted. She was trying to get her brain to work and she couldn’t. Had he just said he was powerless? Before she was able to focus on that, his hands smoothed down her backside and made her forget all about his words.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, and she didn’t know whether he was bluffing or not, but no, she didn’t want to stop.

She might just perish if they even thought about it. She wouldn’t say that, though. Instead, she slid her hand down between them and she cupped him, desperate to feel the raw power residing between his legs.

“You can keep silent all you want, Jewell. Your body talks plenty for you,” he said with a laugh. That laugh turned into a gasp as her fingers squeezed his thick staff.

As he continued seducing her, her clothes began falling away. Her shirt was now lying on the floor, and her jeans were a puddle at her feet, leaving her standing before him in only the thin lace of her panties.

He stepped back and gazed reverently at her. “You are so unbelievably gorgeous.”

She wanted to repeat those words to him as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide downward, revealing his magnificent chest. Then he undid his belt and the top button on his pants, and her mouth watered in anticipation of seeing him in all his naked magnificence. But he didn’t undo any more buttons, making her want to scream.

“Lie down on the bed,” he demanded. “Leave your panties on, but spread your legs for me.”

“No.”

His brows rose at her refusal.

“You finish undressing first, Blake.”

“That isn’t how this works, Jewell. You do what I say,” he told her, his eyes burning.

“Maybe I want you to do what I say,” she replied. Her own boldness stunned her.

His lips turned up. “I love it when you fight me, Jewell,” he said. He moved toward her with lightning speed, spun her around, and trapped her hands behind her back.

“Let go,” she told him fiercely. She knew better than to challenge him, but it wasn’t fear she was feeling anymore; it was pure, unadulterated excitement.

She heard the low whoosh of his belt slipping through the loops of his pants, and then she felt him wrap the soft leather around her wrists.

And now she felt a sliver of fear. “What are you doing, Blake?”

“Whatever I want,” he whispered into her ear. He pushed her forward, making her knees come in contact with the bed. It was only seconds before he lifted her up, leaving her derrière high in the air, her face on the bed, and her hands secured tightly behind her back.

He caressed her backside with his hands, then slipped a finger inside the edge of her panties and felt her undeniable wetness, wetness proving how turned on she truly was.

“See, Jewell, you can lie with words all you want, but your body tells me exactly how much you enjoy this, exactly how much you want me.”

Then his palm came down and she let out a shocked cry when he made contact with the tender flesh of her backside. The blow wasn’t hard enough to hurt her; it was just enough to warm her skin and send a ripple of pleasure through her core.

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to take you hard and fast. I want to take you over and over again until you can’t possibly stand another minute. I won’t let you come until you’re begging me,” he said, and he bent and gently nipped her buttock.

“I won’t beg you, Blake,” she said through gritted teeth. But would she be able to keep her word? She didn’t know.

“Oh, you will beg me, Jewell. I guarantee it.”

Before he was able to say anything more, they heard a pounding on the door, which instantly sent a cold chill through Jewell’s body.

“Who’s in there?” someone yelled. “Why is this door locked?” The pounding grew in volume.

“Go away,” Blake shouted, his powerful voice enough to scare most people into doing exactly what he wanted.

“I watched you use a card to get onto these docks. I thought this was your boat,” Jewell gasped.

“I most certainly will not go away,” the person called out. “This is private property — my boss’s property — and you’re trespassing. I’m calling the cops.”

“You don’t have permission to be on here?” Jewell said as she squirmed to try to get away, but Blake had his hand tightly on her hip.

“It belongs to a business associate who is selling it. It will be mine in one minute,” Blake said, and he released her, though all she could do was roll onto her side. The belt around her hands didn’t allow her to even cover herself.

“Let me out of this,” she begged him, but Blake didn’t seem to hear her.

He went over to his jacket and pulled out what appeared to be a checkbook. He wrote something furiously and went over to the door without even bothering to put on a shirt or to button up his pants.

Opening the door, he blocked any view into the room. And Blake had to be a fearsome sight, because the man on the other side of the door took a quick step back. All Jewell could see were his feet through Blake’s firmly planted legs.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” the man said, but his words weren’t quite as loud as they had been while the door was closed. “This is private property,” he said for the second time.

“This is my boat now. Get the hell off my property,” Blake growled as he lifted the check he’d just written and slammed it against the stunned man’s chest.

“I … what?” the man gasped.

“Call your boss.” Without another word, Blake shut the door with a final click and bolted the lock, then turned and shot Jewell a look with so much heat that she wasn’t sure how she didn’t melt against the still-made bed.

“We won’t be interrupted again,” he said as he stalked back toward her.

“What if he doesn’t want to sell his boat?” Jewell asked.

“I told you I know the seller. I gave him more than he was asking. The boat is now mine.”

“You can’t just buy a boat without paperwork,” she pointed out.

“I can.”

This mindset and this kind of wealth just didn’t compute for Jewell, and she simply stared at him.

“So where were we?” Blake said, hunger burning in his gaze.

“I’m not in the mood anymore,” Jewell said; she was still in shock over the events of the past few minutes.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.”

With those words he undid the rest of the buttons on his pants, and let them fall to the floor. Apparently the interruption had done nothing to put a damper on his excitement — he sprang free, thick, long and hard, and Jewell felt a rush of liquid heat coat her quivering core.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Blake as he walked back to the bed and stared down at her. Then, when he sat down, his erection so close to her face, she tried not to be affected, but it was impossible.

“Taste me, Jewell,” he ordered her, and her throat tightened.

She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his pleasure on her tongue.

He shifted his body and pulled her back up so she was on her knees, her mouth only inches from his gleaming shaft. When he brought her to his arousal, she didn’t hesitate; she opened her lips to take him inside the recesses of her mouth.

“Yes, Jewell, just like that.” He guided her head slowly up and down his pulsing thickness. She sucked his velvet skin and smiled around his manhood when she tasted the tang of his pleasure.

He supported her head with one hand so she didn’t fall against him, while he reached around her throat with the other hand and let it glide downward until he was fondling her breast. He rubbed his palm against her aching nipple, then pinched it, making her cry out even as she sucked on him, and she took him deeper into her throat.

“Enough,” he groaned, lifting her head. The sight of him wet with her saliva made her core throb.

“Please,” she groaned.

“I thought you wouldn’t beg.”

She tensed at his words, irritated with herself for doing exactly what she’d said she wouldn’t do. Well, she wouldn’t do it again, no matter how much she wanted him buried deep inside her.

He looked at the stubbornness in her face and chuckled. “Ah, Jewell, you’ll never win in a battle of wills with me,” he said, and she suspected that he was right.

But she said nothing. She wasn’t willing to give him the satisfaction.

Then he moved off the bed and left her on her knees, with her ass arched in the air and her hands still trapped behind her back. The lights went out. She waited for his touch, but nothing happened, and she writhed on the bed, her core tight and needy, her breasts aching acutely as they rubbed against the blankets.

He was going to make her speak. She knew exactly what he was doing, and she held out for as long as she could before she allowed a frustrated sigh to escape from her throat.

“Okay, please touch me. Please, Blake.” She knew that she was caving in to his demands, but she also knew that it was a loss of dignity she could live with.

“Mmm, my pleasure,” he murmured, before he pulled her backward, leaving her feet hanging off the bed, his hot breath suddenly on the sensitive flesh of her backside. His tongue flicked out and ran down one butt cheek and up the other before he spread her legs wide open and licked the outer lips of her pulsing core.

“More,” she practically sobbed. The sensation of his rough tongue and hot breath was almost more than she could bear.

“Arch your back,” he commanded her as he continued licking her most sensitive areas, and sucked the swollen bud of her womanhood into his mouth, making her cry out over and over again.

Just as she reached the edge of glory, he stopped.

“Please, Blake, don’t stop now,” she begged him, but to no avail. A sob ripped through her when she felt the bed shift, felt him draw his mouth away from where she needed it most.

“It’s not yet time for you to be rewarded,” he told her as he spread her thighs even wider and fit himself between them. The tip of his hardness was pressed to the outside of her core, and she wriggled in his grasp, trying to force him to enter her.

With a groan, Blake finally pushed forward and did as Jewell had bid him, sinking himself deep inside her with one powerful thrust that took her breath fully away.

He pulled back slowly and then thrust forward over and over again, not fast enough to allow her to come, but at a pace designed to keep her on the edge of the cliff. She pleaded with him to free her from the mass of tension that continued to build higher and higher within her, but he kept her hanging for what seemed like hours.

When she thought she couldn’t stand it for another second, she felt him undo the knot on the belt that bound her hands, and then he was lying her down on her stomach. Still buried deep inside her, he lifted her hands and began massaging her numbed arms. She hadn’t even realized they’d gone numb — she was so focused on the pleasure toward which he was leading her.

When he was finished massaging her, he withdrew from her body, making her cry out in protest, but then she was being flipped over and he was poised above her. He moved them both to the top of the bed, her head hitting the pillows.

He reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, then looked down at her, his eyes wild with passion. “I need to see the pleasure on your face when I make you come,” he said, and he plunged back inside her.

Blake held nothing back any longer. He continued thrusting rapidly in and out, his face a picture of ecstasy, and she lost focus as her body released all the pressure that it had built up over the last couple of hours. In the throes of an orgasm more intense than anything she’d ever felt before, she didn’t even try to hold back her scream.

She was barely maintaining consciousness when she heard his thundering groan and felt the pulsing of his manhood as he emptied himself into her, coating her slick walls with his passion.

Silence engulfed them as he pulled her against his chest and held her tight. When her heart’s erratic beat finally settled down, she nearly didn’t hear his whispered words.

“It will only get better, Jewell. We’re meant to be together.”