mistake I needed to rectify at some point.
Blake arrived back at the apartment at eight o’clock carrying a brown bag filled with French food. I didn’t tell him that I had never tried French cuisine before. I had always been put off by the type of food they ate – frogs’ legs and snails had never appealed to me – so I had always steered well clear of anything French.
We sat facing each other, cross-legged on the rug in the middle of the living room. The food was actually delicious. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t look like it had anything to do with frogs and snails – at least I hoped it didn’t anyway. I hadn’t actually noticed just how hungry I was until the first mouthful made my mouth water for even more.
Ellie Goulding sang in the background with only candlelight around us. It felt perfect. It felt like a dream, it was so damn perfect. I just hoped that I would never wake up.
Blake talked excitedly about his new season and how they were going to be filming some scenes in Miami in a few weeks’ time. We had decided that as long as my schedule didn’t interrupt, I would join him there for the duration. It would be our first vacation, as he called it. I didn’t care where we were, as long as we were together. The thought of him being there without me brought out a little of my jealous streak, so yes, being with him would be the best option.
“Can I ask you something?”
He smiled. “You can ask me anything beautiful.”
“Have you dated anyone that you currently work with?”
He smirked. “No.”
“But you date a lot of women you work with,” I stated matter-of-factly. “Should that worry me?”
Blake leaned his arm on the sofa behind him and studied me. “Do you think it should?” he asked carefully, but his eyes were full of amusement.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”
Blake smirked, but he didn’t reply. Instead he leaned forward and placed another forkful of food into his mouth.
“What has been the longest relationship that you have had?”
Blake seemed to think about it for a short moment. “Probably this one,” he finally answered.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I laughed.
Blake moved, and before I knew it we were both flat on the floor with Blake towering above me. He had both my hands pinned above my head with one hand while his other hand moved under my T-shirt and up to my breast as he nipped my neck gently. “I’m being totally serious,” he said. He lifted his head and held my gaze; his face was impassive. “I’ve told you before; I have never met anyone who I wanted to be with, like this, until you.”
He released my hands, and I immediately took his head in my hands and guided him to my mouth, letting my legs fall open. He slid between my thighs, pressing his erection firmly against me.
“Any more questions?” he asked against my mouth.
“Yes, the one you didn’t answer. Should I be worried?”
“No, you shouldn’t,” he answered seriously.
“Okay,” I panted. “You haven’t dated many brunettes. Why?”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” I replied, trying to pull him closer to me as I squirmed beneath him.
“I don’t have a type,” he replied, “so that question is void. Now, have you finished with your twenty questions?”
“For now,” I panted, pulling him closer, but he held his head up and stared down at me.
He smirked. “Good, now it’s my turn.”
“First things first – where did you get all this information about me from?”
“Google,” I answered simply.
“Google, of course.” He shook his head in amusement as he laughed.
“Should I be worried that you only seem to date sport stars?” Once again his hand started to travel up my T-shirt. He took my nipple between his fingers, gently tugging and twisting as his eyes remained firmly on mine.
“They’re better looking than the actors in England,” I mocked, and he tugged my nipple harder. It was only slightly painful,
Blake arrived back at the apartment at eight o’clock carrying a brown bag filled with French food. I didn’t tell him that I had never tried French cuisine before. I had always been put off by the type of food they ate – frogs’ legs and snails had never appealed to me – so I had always steered well clear of anything French.
We sat facing each other, cross-legged on the rug in the middle of the living room. The food was actually delicious. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t look like it had anything to do with frogs and snails – at least I hoped it didn’t anyway. I hadn’t actually noticed just how hungry I was until the first mouthful made my mouth water for even more.
Ellie Goulding sang in the background with only candlelight around us. It felt perfect. It felt like a dream, it was so damn perfect. I just hoped that I would never wake up.
Blake talked excitedly about his new season and how they were going to be filming some scenes in Miami in a few weeks’ time. We had decided that as long as my schedule didn’t interrupt, I would join him there for the duration. It would be our first vacation, as he called it. I didn’t care where we were, as long as we were together. The thought of him being there without me brought out a little of my jealous streak, so yes, being with him would be the best option.
“Can I ask you something?”
He smiled. “You can ask me anything beautiful.”
“Have you dated anyone that you currently work with?”
He smirked. “No.”
“But you date a lot of women you work with,” I stated matter-of-factly. “Should that worry me?”
Blake leaned his arm on the sofa behind him and studied me. “Do you think it should?” he asked carefully, but his eyes were full of amusement.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”
Blake smirked, but he didn’t reply. Instead he leaned forward and placed another forkful of food into his mouth.
“What has been the longest relationship that you have had?”
Blake seemed to think about it for a short moment. “Probably this one,” he finally answered.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I laughed.
Blake moved, and before I knew it we were both flat on the floor with Blake towering above me. He had both my hands pinned above my head with one hand while his other hand moved under my T-shirt and up to my breast as he nipped my neck gently. “I’m being totally serious,” he said. He lifted his head and held my gaze; his face was impassive. “I’ve told you before; I have never met anyone who I wanted to be with, like this, until you.”
He released my hands, and I immediately took his head in my hands and guided him to my mouth, letting my legs fall open. He slid between my thighs, pressing his erection firmly against me.
“Any more questions?” he asked against my mouth.
“Yes, the one you didn’t answer. Should I be worried?”
“No, you shouldn’t,” he answered seriously.
“Okay,” I panted. “You haven’t dated many brunettes. Why?”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” I replied, trying to pull him closer to me as I squirmed beneath him.
“I don’t have a type,” he replied, “so that question is void. Now, have you finished with your twenty questions?”
“For now,” I panted, pulling him closer, but he held his head up and stared down at me.
He smirked. “Good, now it’s my turn.”
“First things first – where did you get all this information about me from?”
“Google,” I answered simply.
“Google, of course.” He shook his head in amusement as he laughed.
“Should I be worried that you only seem to date sport stars?” Once again his hand started to travel up my T-shirt. He took my nipple between his fingers, gently tugging and twisting as his eyes remained firmly on mine.
“They’re better looking than the actors in England,” I mocked, and he tugged my nipple harder. It was only slightly painful,
Similar Books
