He pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
I nod.
Gently, he slides his hands to my hips and pulls me even closer. “Did you have any plans in mind for today?”
“Has the snow magically gone away?”
“No.” He rolls his eyes.
“Then I don’t have that many options, do I?”
“I have an idea.” He traces my lips with his fingers.
“I’m sure you do.”
“It’s not what you think it is.”
“Oh...” I’m actually sad that it isn’t.
“I’m going to make you breakfast while you shower, and then I’m going to take you somewhere.”
“Aren’t the roads still bad?”
“They are.” He rolls out of the bed. “Go shower.”
“Alone?” I gasp once I realize that I’ve said that aloud.
“Yes, alone.” He looks over my body. “If I shower with you, we won’t get anything else done today.”
I’m not sure why that’s such a bad thing, but I don’t get a chance to ask him about it. By the time I realize that he’s serious about me taking a shower alone, he’s left the room.
I slowly lift myself up from the bed and make my way into the bathroom—smiling at every muscle ache that I currently feel. I’m not sure how I manage to get into his shower, but I’m honestly incapable of doing anything past turning on the water.
I stand still and let the streams fall over me—sighing every few minutes, asking myself if staying with him for a few more days would really ruin anything. I’ve had more fun with him these past few days than I had with Adrian in the last three years combined.
As the glass begins to fog, I shut my eyes and hold my face under the water for what feels like forever. I don’t want to think about anything but last night, and I honestly hope that all Blake has planned is a repeat.
I’m replaying the part where he kissed me against the wall, when I feel hands cupping my br**sts from behind.
I immediately open my eyes and turn around to see Blake.
“I thought you said no to showering together?”
“I changed my mind.” He covers my lips with his and pushes me against the wall. “I’m going to f**k you again.”
He tries to lift my leg around his waist, but I don’t let him. I tear my lips away from his mouth and start to plant kisses against his chest.
As he threads his fingers through my hair, I start to move my kisses down to his abs, then to his stomach.
I look up at him as I gently rub his dick, and then I slowly take him into my mouth—listening to the light groans that are escaping from his mouth.
“Paris...”
I swirl my tongue all around him, ignoring how roughly he’s pulling my hair.
“Fuck...” He suddenly yanks me up and spins me around—pressing my br**sts against the tile. “I’ll take you out tomorrow...”
Chapter 10
Three days left.
That’s it.
That’s all I have left with Blake and for some reason I’m dreading saying goodbye. I figure he must be dreading it too because he’s been asking me what it’ll take for me to stay every chance he gets.
He’s told me to wear something casual so he can take me out again, so I’m wearing jeans and a red T-shirt.
As I look over myself in the mirror, my phone rings. David.
“Hello?”
“Am I interrupting another pu**y-licking session or are you able to talk?”
“I’m able to talk.” I roll my eyes. “But only for a few minutes. He’s taking me out tonight...again.”
“Of course he is.” He laughs. “Could you do me a f**king favor and call your mom please? She’s been calling me every hour on the hour because you have yet to call her back. It’s been over a week, Paris. Don’t you find that a bit irresponsible on your part?”
I sigh. I’ve ignored every other person that’s called me since I came here; I don’t want to face the drama that’s waiting for me in Nashville any time soon.
“I don’t want to talk to her, David. Or anyone else for that matter. They all just want me to apologize to Adrian and take him back. I can’t do that.”
“Wow.”
“Wow? Wow, what?”
“Nothing, I just...” He pauses. “I think I actually believe that you won’t take him back this time.”
“And why is that?”
“Normally, whenever you argue with him and ‘break-up’, you say ‘I won’t’ go back to him but you always do. It’s quite refreshing to hear you say, I can’t.” He sounds extremely proud. “Letting go of him was long overdue, but I’m looking forward to finally seeing you happy again.”
“Thanks a lot, David,” I say. “Can I tell you something?”
“Does it involve what I think it involves?”
“We had sex the other night.” I have to tell him this. He has to know. “More than once! And it was rough and hot, and just...It was good! Like, so amazingly good!”
“Paris...”
“I didn’t want him to ever stop! It was just—I’m actually getting wet just thinking about it... It was like one of those stories you tell me about your hot one night stands, but it was me. It was me, David! And guess what else?”
“What else, Pear Pear?”