And in the whole house, there was no furniture other than an enormous king-sized bed in the master bedroom.
Finally, we ended up in the kitchen, one any chef would drool over, where he picked me up and plopped me on the kitchen island. “I want you to live here with me.”
“Blane.” I tried to shove the rock-hard wall of his chest.
“Seriously.”
Overwhelmed, I ran my hand down his cheek and pushed his unruly hair behind his ear. “Can I think about it? This is a lot to take in.”
He nodded and leaned in for another kiss. We took our time exploring each other’s mouths, but were interrupted by the incessant ringing of Blane’s cell.
“What?” he barked into the phone after swiping his finger angrily over its screen. “Yeah, Mo, we did. Worked it all out, so can you let me go now, bro?”
As I gave him a dirty look for trying to rush, he held up a finger for me to wait, and his expression gentled at what Mo was saying.
“How’s the baby?” He listened intently. “Well, I’d say right about now, you’re lucky to be having those sleepless nights, my man.”
He nodded a few times, and then said, “Yeah, I will. Say hello to Angie, and text me a picture. Talk soon.”
Blane powered off the phone and tossed it on the counter. Standing between my thighs, his heat touching mine, he said, “That was Mo. Apparently we’re a Twitter sensation.”
“They had the baby?” I didn’t care about Twitter right now.
“A few days ago, a little boy. Named him Maurice Demetri. He was a little late and jaundiced, but he’s cool now.”
“Wow,” I muttered.
“We can go see them. Mo’s in New York near your family.”
“I want to see the baby, but there’s no one in my family I want to see except for my dad.”
“You want to talk about it?”
I shook my head. “No, I want some dessert.”
Blane smirked and stepped over to the fridge, where he pulled out a caramel cheesecake.
“With extra caramel,” he said. He opened the sauce container, and I quickly swiped my finger through it.
“Mmm.” I licked my finger, but didn’t get it all off because he swooped in and captured it in his mouth.
“Mmm is right.”
He gently nudged me to lie down on the cold, granite-topped island and tugged my shirt over my head. His mouth found my nipple instantly, sucking my breasts through my bra for moment before he unhooked it and dropped it to the floor. Then he dribbled caramel on my breasts, and climbed up on the island to straddle me. Bent over, he put his tongue to work, lapping over every sticky inch.
I was hot on the inside and chilled everywhere his touch abandoned me. Needing to feel his skin on mine, I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. Now that I looked more closely, I could see it was an Orlando Magic T-shirt. I should have known.
Blane didn’t wait for me to do the honors. He whipped it over his head and bent lower, touching chest to chest as he made love to my mouth.
“We need more room,” he said, and jumped down to lift me onto his hip, and carried the cake and me upstairs.
Setting the cake on the pillow, he placed me on the bed and shimmied my shoes and shorts off in seconds. I watched as he shoved his basketball shorts down, revealing dark green boxer briefs.
“Wore my lucky underwear today,” he said with a wink.
“Are they working?”
“Oh yeah,” he breathed out, and then he was on me. He dunked his finger in the cake and placed some on my tongue. I lapped it up. He went back for more, but ended up knocking the cake on the floor.
My eyes grew wide and we both leaned over the side of the bed to see the cheesecake smashed onto the hardwood floor. When our gazes met, we laughed.
“Fuck it,” he said. “I’d rather have your sweet any day.”
Sliding down my body, he sent his tongue on a path to my heat. With the tip of it, he traced my folds, finally landing on my clit. I moaned loud and long.
“Hurry,” I urged him, but he didn’t.
He took his own sweet time on me, wringing two orgasms out of me before crawling back up my body.
“Want you,” he whispered in my ear.
“I need you to roll on your back first.”
He grinned at me. “Do you now?”
“Yes.”
He did as I asked and I moved down his chest, my hand roaming the hard planes and my finger swirling his flat nipples. He lifted his hips so I could slide off his lucky briefs, giving me a glimpse of what I wanted.
His dick bobbed as pre-cum dripped, and I wrapped my hand around it and jacked him up and down. I watched his head loll back on the pillow and his mouth open on a moan before I lowered my own head. My mouth found him, and I sucked gently on his length before picking up the pace. When his hips lifted toward my mouth, I pulled stronger on the tip with my lips, sucking and now jacking harder with my hand.
It was sensual and hot and beautiful all at the same time, not the least bit raunchy or distasteful. I felt sexy and wanted as he continued to pump into my mouth.