Chapter Seven
Blake
What the fuck just happened? I walked into the bedroom and grabbed a T-shirt from the top dresser drawer. I pulled a pair of running shorts on and headed for the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water, knowing full well I needed to soak in a damn ice bath after what almost happened on the balcony. My cock was a rod of steel and throbbed like hell. What the fuck was I thinking?
I paced, running my hands through my hair. She was sexy, gorgeous, smart as hell and somehow I had forgotten she was a reporter.
I felt my body go rigid thinking about what a damn disaster it could have been. I almost fucked the girl on my balcony. I shouldn’t be surprised. She was after something no one had ever gotten.
Too many drinks, I cursed, although I knew I wasn’t drunk. Far from it. I wanted her. I wanted my name on her lips along with my cock.
I wanted to fuck her on the chaise. I wanted to fuck her on her knees. I wanted that girl from the minute I laid eyes on her this morning.
I dried my face then waited for her in the living room. After a few minutes the door opened and she walked in. Her shirt was tucked in, her skirt back in its proper place. It was almost as if it had never happened. The only problem was I wasn’t going to be able to forget it. I could still taste her sweet honey on my tongue. Hear her moans in my ear.
“Sorry about that.” I cleared my throat. “I realized it’s late and you have a deadline. I apologize, Miss Covington.” Using her last name reminded me this was supposed to be a professional exchange. Maybe it would remind me how much I hated the press.
Her eyes focused on the floor. “Thanks for being so concerned.” The sarcastic tone was tinted with something soft.
My chest tightened.
I had fucked this up. Whether she wanted to have sex or not, it didn’t matter. I slept with a lot of women, but not ones who could cause problems for my empire. And a business beat reporter could do just that. Only I hadn’t made all of that clear to her.
I should have stuck with my gut instincts and left her the hell alone, but I was feeling cocky from the deal and too many drinks. Shove a gorgeous woman in my hands, and there was only one way I was going to react. I wanted to kick myself for thinking it was ok to take her home. For thinking I could ignore who she was.
I stood and walked into the kitchen. Lea had set me up with one of her fancy one-cup coffee dispensers. I threw in a dark roast, made the first cup and then a second. I walked back toward Alyson and handed her one of the mugs.
“Here you go. Drink this. It might be a late night.”
She took the mug. “Thank you.”
“So, where do you want to start?”
She scooted back on the couch when I sat close to her. I couldn’t blame her. I had confused the hell out of both of us. But, no harm done. I stopped it before it happened. I would honor the promise I made to her and then this would be over. No need to see Alyson Covington again.
“I-I need to get my notes.” She placed her coffee on the table and walked to the door where she had left her bag. She walked back through the room, flipping a few pages in the tablet. I waited for her to get comfortable on the couch.
God, I needed that cold shower. Watching her hair fall against her cheek, all I wanted to do was pull her under me and start over where we stopped. I could yank her off this couch and carry her to my bed right now. Fuck the interview. Fuck my rules. I only wanted to fuck her.
“How old were you when you sold your first property?” she asked.
I shook my head. The question jolted me back to reality.
“I was twenty-two.” I drank the coffee. I needed to kill the buzz her lips had created. She had tasted like the sun. Her skin was like warm honey under my fingertips. And her breasts were gorgeous. I had to stop thinking about her body and how velvety perfect her pussy was.
“And was that one in Dallas?”
I nodded. “Yes. It was a warehouse that I converted into apartments.” I smiled. It was my first deal, and even though I didn’t walk away with much money, I walked away with enough to buy two more tracts of land. It was the start of everything for me. This was good. Talking about business kept my mind off the sweetness of her thighs.
“And why do you think you became interested in land acquisition and development?” She hadn’t lifted her eyes off the page.
I could give her the real answer or the canned speech that the public relations department liked to distribute.
“The truth?”
She finally looked at me, and I knew then how much I had fucked up. Her eyes were brimming with it. Hurt. Confusion. Anger. She was mustering together everything she had to conduct this interview. I had stripped her down on my porch, kissed her, held her, made her come hard and then I dropped all of it.
“Of course the truth. I can’t print lies.” Her words were curt. I deserved it. I was a fucking bastard.
I slid closer to her and moved back against the cushion. “Look, let’s stop for a second. I’m sorry.”
She straightened her shoulders. “I don’t want to talk about it. I have an interview and then a story to write. It’s getting late. Can you please just answer the questions? This is all-business now. I get it.”
I couldn’t let it go. My fingers brushed against her leg. “It’s not that I don’t want you.”
“Stop.” She held up a hand. “It never hap—”
“Let me finish.” I stared hard. “I was seconds from this turning into a mistake. I saved us both from doing something we shouldn’t.”
Her eyes widened. “Wow. That’s your big speech? That makes it all better?” She threw her pad and pen on the floor. “I will add complete dick at apologizing to the headline.”
My forehead pinched together. “I said I’m sorry. I took it too far. I know I did.”
“Well, if the mighty Blake Davenport is sorry, then we’re all good.” She leaned over to reach for the pen, and I grabbed her arm.
“What? You don’t believe me?” I accused.
“Oh, I believe you thought it was a mistake. I know your type.” Her eyes narrowed.
“Type? What’s that supposed to mean?” I huffed.
“You think you can sleep with any girl you want and there’s no consequences to any of your decisions. You’re so gorgeous and sexy, women just line up to jump in your bed and you don’t give a shit about any of them. You’re nothing new, Mr. Davenport.”
She stood and I could see she was shaking.
I rose from the couch. “Hold on, sweetheart. I stopped things from going too far. I’m the good guy here.” I made an excellent point.
“Are you?” She glared at me.
“Yes. If we had—if I had—”
“What? You didn’t think I could take it? Did you worry I would fall madly in love with you? Fucking you would somehow change my life forever? Get over yourself,” she fumed.
I shook my head. I had lost complete control of this conversation. “No, I never said that. I just know how these things go.” There was a formula.
Her hands landed on her curvy hips. “Because you have so much experience fucking random women?”
“Yes—I mean no—that’s not why I stopped.” I shook my head.
“I wasn’t trying to be your next girlfriend or move in with you,” she seethed. “I just wanted to fuck. Ok?” Her eyes bore into mine.
I sat on the couch, throwing my hands over my head. Why in the hell were women so damn confusing?
“You just wanted to fuck?” I looked at her, trying to stop myself from smiling. I hadn’t expected that from a pretty mouth like hers.
“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?” She slumped onto the couch next to me.
“I don’t know. Because you don’t seem like a one-night stand kind of girl.” I turned to face her. Her cheeks were flushed from arguing.
“What kind of girl do you think I am?” she questioned.
“The kind who is determined and beautiful.” I moved a flyaway curl from her cheek. “The kind of girl who can understand business and write about it.” I moved in closer. “The kind who is strong and independent enough to move halfway across the country to follow a dream. And is so fucking sexy I had to stop myself from asking you out three times today.”
Her eyes darted to mine. “What are you talking about? The entire day you avoided me like I was a case of food poisoning.”
“Ever wonder why?” My hand slid against her throat, tracing the lines of her neck. Her pulse quickened under my fingers. I couldn’t help myself. Her skin was addictive, just like her lips.
“I thought it was because you hated reporters,” she smarted back.
“I do,” I growled against her ear as I grazed my teeth against her skin.
She pushed against my shoulder. “We can’t start this up again. I don’t know what you want.”
My free arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her against my chest. “It’s not obvious?”
My cock was rock hard again. I only wanted one thing.
Her muscles tensed. “Let’s just blame it on the tequila.” She sighed. “I’ll finish the article and we can be done.”
She was right. I needed to make one decision and stick with it. No more back and forth. No more starting and stopping. No more second-guessing. I wanted her. Plain and simple. I had to fuck this woman and know what it was like to be buried inside her.
“This is what I know.” I tipped her chin toward my gaze. “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight if all I can do is think about these lips.”
“Sorry to hear that. I’m not doing this again.” She untangled herself from my arms.
“Look. I didn’t know how unattached your attitude was about sleepovers. I think we might be on the same page.” I had gotten her back in my hands. I couldn’t stop a second time.
“Sleepovers?” she laughed. “That’s what you call it?”
My hand ran along her thigh, shoving her skirt up. “What do you want to call it?”
“I want to call this an interview.” She tugged on the hem, moving my hand back to my side of the couch. “I shouldn’t have let things get out of control on the balcony either. I’m sorry too.”
I could see it in her eyes. She was where I was. Her breath was heavy, her eyes were gleaming with desire. Only she was tapped into her rational side.
“You didn’t like coming in my mouth like that?” I taunted.
She turned red. “Not the point.”
“Prove it,” I challenged.
“Prove what?”
“That you can sleep with me and walk out the door in the morning completely unattached.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” she questioned.
“You said that was all you wanted. Prove it.” I crushed my lips against hers, not giving her a chance to protest. I heard her purr under my tongue as she moved her mouth kissing me harder than before. It was an angry kiss. Defiant even, but it felt fucking incredible.
Her hands snaked around my neck and I moved to pick her up and carry her to my bed. “You better not stop this time,” she groaned as I laid her across the sheets.
“I swear I won’t stop until you beg me to.” I descended on her, pinning her arms over her head. She looked like a goddess, sprawled across my bed. I realized then that I might be the one who wouldn’t walk out of here unattached.
“You promise?”
I flipped her on her stomach, shimmying the skirt off her legs again. “I fucking promise.”
I pulled the T-shirt over my head and stepped out of my boxer briefs. I ran a hand over her back, following the line of her thong. The fabric was soaked.
I crawled forward on the bed. I kissed behind her neck, making my way to her shoulder. My dick wedged against her ass. I groaned, wanting to take her this way right now, but I wrapped my arms under her, squeezing her breasts.
“Ohh,” she purred.
I pushed her shirt out of the way until it was tangled somewhere on the bed. I sat back, leaning for the bedside table and grabbed a condom from my stash.
With one hand I guided the condom over my shaft and with the other I teased her sweet pussy. I ran my fingers back and forth until she wiggled her ass in the air.
“Fuck, you have the most gorgeous ass.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, biting her lip like a sex kitten. My sex kitten.
I pumped a finger inside her as she whimpered. She coated me with her juices. I snatched the thong to the side and pushed my cock to her entrance.
“Oh shit, you’re so big,” she whispered.
“I know, baby.” I smiled. I pushed, widening her, stretching her. I closed my eyes and she wrapped around my cock with her lava heat.
My fingers dug into her hips. I couldn’t hold back. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I thrust inside her, slamming until my balls were nestled against her clit.
“Fuck,” I groaned. She was so tight and hot.
She braced herself on the bed, rising up to take the headboard in her hands.
“Oh yeah. Hold on,” I instructed as I slammed into her again, driving deeper a second time. “Hold on while I fuck you.”
“Oh shit,” she cried. “Harder.”
“You want me to fuck you harder? Say it, baby,” I commanded.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged.
I didn’t know my cock could have a life of its own, but her words awakened it. Took my dick to a new level.
Our bodies found a rhythm we couldn’t ignore. We climbed higher and higher as we rocked together. In and out. Faster. Harder. Her tits bobbed and bounced over the pillows.
I pushed inside her, twining my fingers between hers as I used the headboard for extra traction. I could go deeper like this.
“Blake!” she screamed my name as I hit her walls.
“So fucking perfect.” I kissed her ear.
I reached forward, twisting her clit as she bounced wildly. “Yes. Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.”
I pumped inside her, losing all control. I’d never wanted a woman like this. I fucked her like she was. As if I could make her mine the deeper I was inside her.
I pulled her away from the headboard, flipping her on her back. I wanted to see her eyes when I came inside her.
But it was a mistake. I slid inside her as she clenched my cock and my world came into focus in a way it never had. I thrust again as she began to vibrate around me. Her skin was dewy and flush. Her name was on my lips over and over.
I sank inside her as the hold on my spine shot straight to my cock and my release was like a lightning strike. I pounded inside her, succumbing to my orgasm.
Alyson’s arms wrapped around me and I kissed her before collapsing on her chest.