Author’s Note: Blake and Bryce finally get some time alone together and things get heated real fast. This one turned out way longer than I anticipated, but hopefully that’s a good thing.
It’s what we’ve all been waiting for … just in time for Thirsty Thursday. 😉
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“Gauze, tape, wipes … “ Blake mumbled her checklist under her breath, absentmindedly grabbing each item from the shelf under the dim fluorescent light. “Heat pack, bed pan- “ She was startled from her supply retrieval mission by the click of the door opening behind her. Glancing over her shoulder she found Bryce discreetly closing the door, his long hair pulled back under a surgical cap and wearing his surgical scrubs along with that mischievous grin she’d come to look forward to.
She turned slightly to face him, her arms still full of supplies. “Hey Lahela, what are you doing in he- “ Bryce took two long strides across the small room to meet her, gripping her face in between his broad palms and cutting her off mid question by crashing his lips against hers fiercely. Blake emitted a muffled cry of surprise before returning the kiss, lifting her arms to loop around his neck and pull him closer. All recollection of her responsibilities were quickly forgotten, the only thing mattering in that moment was Bryce … the feel of his body pressed against hers, the way his lips glided and his tongue danced with her own. A shiver ran down her spine as his hands grazed down her sides, his fingers kneading the supple flesh of her hips through her clothing and stoking the fire deep in her belly.
With one final grunt Bryce nipped at her lower lip and then pulled away, a playful smile on his face. “Hi.” He said casually, his eyes glimmering as they flitted back and forth between hers.
Blake giggled, her heart warming at his playful display of affection. “Umm, hi. What was that for?” Not that she minded his occasional surprise kisses in the supply closet … they had quickly become some of her favorite parts of her workday.
Bryce took a half-step back, thoughtfully running his thumb along her cheek. “About to go into surgery and I wanted a good luck kiss. For good measure, you know …”
“Well I am always happy to help, Dr. Lahela.” She answered, her insides still fluttering with excitement. “For the patient, of course.”
“Of course …” Bryce gave her a cheeky grin before dropping his gaze to the floor around them with a chuckle.
Blake looked down at her feet, laughing out loud when she noticed the medical supplies scattered where she’d dropped them during their impromptu embrace. “We really gotta stop meeting like this.” She dropped to the ground and started picking up the items, Bryce swiftly joining her to assist. “You get a good-luck kiss, and I end up doing extra work.”
Bryce placed the last few items in her arms as they stood. “Well good thing I get to see you other places too. Are we still on for dinner tonight?”
“Yes, definitely. My place at eight? I’m cooking.” Blake responded with a warm smile, hoping it would mask the anxiousness lurking beneath the surface. My place … alone.
“You’re beautiful, smart and you can cook? I’d have to be an idiot to pass that up.” His eyes twinkled as he leaned in to press one more light kiss to her lips. Pressing his forehead against hers he lingered there for a moment, his warm breath fluttering across her skin as he spoke in a soft tone. “I’ll see you at eight.”
Unable to fight the giddy smile plastered across her face, Blake watched as he backed his way reluctantly to the door. “See you then.” With one last wink he opened the door and slid through, leaving her alone again.
Inhaling a deep breath, Blake attempted to get her mind back on work. It was an admirable yet futile attempt as she had found herself fantasizing about tonight ever since they’d made plans yesterday. Several weeks into dating Bryce, the pair found themselves spending as much of their spare time together as possible … grabbing a drink after work or getting dinner, going to a concert or a movie, hanging out with mutual friends from the hospital. Blake had even started looking forward to her alarm every morning before work … a quick good morning text from Bryce as he left the gym. Yet finding time alone, truly alone, was rather difficult given the six roommates they had between the two of them. So when by some glorious miracle Blake found herself with an empty apartment tonight, there was no way she way going to let this opportunity pass her by. After weeks of heated kisses and some light groping that they unfortunately never had the chance to finish, she felt like she was about to combust from the sexual tension between them.
Tonight couldn’t get here fast enough.
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Blake lifted the lid of the slow cooker, the steam and savory aroma of her favorite family recipe wafting across her face. She stirred the Mexican stew then lifted the spoon towards her lips, blowing gingerly on the mixture before taking a taste. Mmm, perfect. Setting the pot to simmer and returning the lid, she proceeded to grab the produce from the fridge to make a salad. She had just finished chopping the bell peppers when the doorbell rang. Tossing them in the bowl on top of the lettuce, she wiped her hands on a towel before making her way to the front door.
The vision she encountered as the door swung open was one she could never imagine tiring of. Bryce leaned coolly against the doorframe, his broad shoulders and muscular arms filling out his crisp white shirt in a way that made it impossible not to do a double-take. His dark rinse jeans hung loosely from his hips, dropping to the floor in a clean line and then pooling around the brown leather of his boots. His hair, still slightly damp from his shower, was flipped in his signature surfer-boy ‘do, a few strands hanging across his temple. But the best part of this whole package, the detail that shot an instant pang of warmth through her chest, was what he held in his hand … not the bottle of Cabernet he carried, but the single red rose in his other. “Hi.” She couldn’t seem to find additional words in her vocabulary at the moment.
“Hey you.” His voice was low, but still tinged with playfulness as his eyes roamed her body as well. The appreciative look in his stare when he finally settled on her face reassured Blake that she had made a wise selection with the subtly sexy off-the-shoulder black sweater. “You look great.” He paused, his eyes drifting again to the bare skin of her neck and décolleté before he reached forward to offer the flower to her. “Here, this is for you.”
Blake smiled coyly as she took the flower from his fingers, bringing it to her nose to inhale the luxurious scent. Looking up at him from beneath her thick lashes, she arched a brow inquisitively. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were trying to butter me up.”
He chuckled softly, stepping forward and wrapping his free arm around her waist. “Maybe … is it working?” He leaned down, bringing his lips to hers and capturing them in a slow kiss. As he gradually pulled away, his eyes met hers with a gentle sincerity. “It’s a reminder. Don’t you remember?”
Blake recalled his teasing when they first met, less than two months ago yet it felt like so much had changed since then. “Of course … stop and smell the roses. I remember.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, the closeness of his body causing every nerve in her body tingle.
“Good.” He shifted away, the sudden distance between them leaving her cold. He raised the bottle of wine before her, gesturing inside. “I brought wine as well. Can we open it?”
Clearing her throat, Blake tried to reign in her wandering mind. “Of course, come in. You know where the glasses are.” She stepped aside allowing him to brush past her, her gaze unintentionally falling to the curve of his jeans around his backside. Damn, it should be illegal to look that good. With a deep breath in and then out, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen behind him.
“Wow, it smells amazing in here.” Bryce praised, setting the wine bottle on the kitchen counter before leaning over the pot and inhaling the fragrant food deeply.
“Thanks.” Blake beamed proudly at his compliment, placing the rose in a glass of water before retrieving two wine glasses from the cupboard. “It’s mi abuela’s recipe … she taught me to cook when I was just a little girl. It’s called Carne Guisada, a Mexican beef stew. I just hope I can do it justice.” She poured them both a generous glass of the crimson liquid, handing one to Bryce and allowing her fingers to trail delicately along the inside of his wrist. A tiny gesture he definitely seemed to notice.
“Well if it tastes half as good as it smells, I know I’m in for a treat. Cheers.” His eyes were darker now as he raised his glass to meet hers, the clinking sound reverberating in the air.
“Cheers.” She met his unfaltering gaze, relishing the tension between them as she slowly raised the glass to her lips and swallowed down the velvety wine. She loved this flirtatious little game they were playing, the way he looked at her with such desire and set her body on edge without so much as touching her.
His eyes remained trained on her as he took a long sip from his own glass, then set it down on the counter beside him. Stepping forward he closed the distance between them, his gaze never leaving hers as he took the glass from her hand and set it aside as well. Blake could feel the warmth radiating from his body as he lifted one hand to brush a strand of hair from her face, then trailed it lightly down her jawline. When he reached her mouth he ran his thumb softly along her bottom lip, sending a jolt of arousal straight through her body to settle in between her legs. She whimpered at his touch and at the hungry look in his eyes as they bored into her own. His voice was deep and huskier than usual when he finally spoke. “Can I make a confession?”
Blake released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, shaky and desperate as she peered into his eyes. “Hmm?” Words were beyond her now, her stomach fluttering with delicious anticipation.
She felt his other hand slip past her side, gripping her lower back and easing her flush against his torso. “As wonderful as that stew smells, I’m having a really hard time thinking about anything except how gorgeous you are right now. It’s making it very hard not to just grab you and kiss you.”
Blake inhaled sharply, his words resonating deep within her. If she was completely honest she could care less about eating, the only thing she wanted to taste was standing right in front of her looking like he walked straight out of an issue of GQ. She peered up at him, shallow breaths escaping her slightly-parted smirking lips. “Well, I’m not really hungry yet.”
In one swift movement he leaned down to capture her lips, muffling the deep moan from her throat in his kiss. Gripping him by the collar she kissed him back furiously, opening her mouth slightly to tease the seam of his lips with her tongue. He groaned in approval, his hands sliding down her back to grip her by the thighs and lifting her to sit on the countertop. He pressed into her, his hips aligned between her legs where she wanted to feel him most. Her head fell back at the feel of his lips traveling down her neck and across her collarbone, nipping the tender exposed flesh and causing her to writhe with need. She dropped a hand to brace herself on the counter-
CLANK! They both jumped at the loud noise of the salad bowl making impact on the floor, lettuce and peppers going flying across the kitchen. Blake blinked as she stared at the mess, then burst into laughter gripping Bryce by the shoulders to keep her steady. “We need to stop making messes everywhere we go!”
“Shit, yes we do.” Bryce chuckled and sunk to the floor, beginning to pick up the strewn veggies as Blake slid back to stand on the ground. She watched him fondly as he scrambled to retrieve the produce, then tapped a finger on his shoulder to get his attention.
“Stop, we can do that later. Come on.” She offered him her hand, tugging her lip between her teeth expectantly.
Bryce glanced up at her, then back down at the lettuce in his hand, then back up again … then threw the lettuce on the floor and jumped up to take her hand. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
Blake giggled and tugged him forward by the hand towards her, her laughter vibrating against his lips as she pressed a quick kiss there. “Follow me.” She tugged him again behind her, leading the way to the private haven of her bedroom.
They had barely closed the door when Bryce grabbed her again, holding her tightly and kissing her with such need that it made Blake a bit dizzy. “Wait.” She pressed her palms against his chest, halting his movements and meeting his gaze. She allowed her eyes to drop to her hands, observing the way the white cotton fabric was pulled taut under her fingers against the firm plane of his chest. Finding the first button, then the second, she took her time unfastening each tiny obstacle that stood between her and his bare skin. Her eyes flicked to his as she worked, his pupils dilated so large as he watched her intently that his eyes appeared black in low light of her room. It sent a thrill through her, seeing how much he wanted her through only a glance. After the last button was undone she slid her hands across his skin, the feel of his muscles tensing under her touch exciting her. She tugged the shirt from his shoulders, allowing him to remove it the rest of the way and drop it to the floor. If she hadn’t had other plans for him she could have stared for hours, admiring the curvature of his chest and biceps, the way she could see each distinct ripple of his abs beneath his tan skin, the shadowy lines that formed a V at his waistline and trailed down into the depths of his pants … “Sit down.” She whispered in a raspy tone, nodding towards the bed. He gave her a smug grin as he sauntered to sit on the edge of the bed.
Moving to stand before him, she looped her fingers under the hem of her sweater. “I have a confession, as well.” She admitted, pulling the dense material up over her head and throwing it aside.
Bryce’s gaze raked across the swell of her breasts peeking out of her bra, his hands instinctively moving to cup the bare flesh of her waist. “Oh really? And what is that?” Even with his arousal obvious in his voice, it was still tinged with his characteristic playful tone.
Smirking as she reached behind her back, Blake unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground, not missing how his eyes widened at his first glimpse of her rosy peaks. “Well …” she started, her hands dropping to her jeans and deftly unbuttoning the fly, “I have to admit that I’ve been thinking about what would happen tonight. Us finally being alone.” She hooked her thumbs in her jeans and slid them down her lean legs, stepping out of them to kick them aside.
Sliding his hands down to cup her ass in his hands, Bryce pulled her to him and pressed his mouth to her belly. Blake curled her fingers in his hair as his breath tickled her skin. “And is this living up to your expectations so far?” He trailed languid, wet kisses from one hipbone to the other, pausing at her belly button to dip his tongue in the crevice.
“Mmm …” she responded with a low appreciative moan, before lifting his head and pressing him down on the bed by his shoulders. “Almost.” She settled down on his lap and laid on top of him, bringing her mouth to meet his and appreciating the way his bare chest felt against hers. His fingers tickled her flushed skin as he ran them down her back, finally resting on her hips firmly as he pressed his growing bulge against her dampening panties. The sensation sent a surge of need to her core, triggering an ache that only grew stronger with each touch.
They explored each other slowly, taking their time to run their hands and their lips to all the tantalizing areas they yearned for and absorbing every delectable moan and growl they earned. Blake found herself on her back, her eyes fluttering in ecstasy as Bryce ran tiny licks down her chest, finally taking one sensitive nipple between his lips as his hand cupped the other breast. She couldn’t decide what felt better, the alternating nips and licks of his mouth or the gentle massage of his talented hands. It was almost more than she could take, the need to feel him inside of her growing with every touch. Her hand found its way into the front of his jeans, his hard tip peeking out of the top of his boxer briefs and twitching against her palm when she wrapped it around him. He took the hint quickly, reaching one hand down to remove his pants and kick them off.
Bryce moved up on the bed to lay beside her, cupping her cheek and tilting her face to meet his lips in a passionate kiss. Blake felt herself melting into his touch, his hand running over her skin and leaving a trail of heat in it wake, finally meeting the damp silky fabric of her panties. She felt him growl into her mouth when he found the wetness there, the sound only exciting her further as he tugged them from her hips and his fingers met the slick flesh that had been hiding beneath.
Blake had always thought Bryce was joking when he said he was good with his hands, chalking it up to a cocky joke that a confident man used to stoke his ego. But damnit … he wasn’t kidding. His fingers were surprisingly gentle yet thorough, sliding into her center so smoothly and reaching that sweet spot over and over again. When he added his thumb to the equation, lightly rubbing it in perfectly synchronized circles around her sensitive nub, the combination sent her quickly barreling towards the edge. She felt her legs start shaking as she neared the precipice, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she finally fell over. Her eyes glazed over with a blinding white light, her body arching off the bed as she cried out in allconsuming pleasure, the residual tremors wracking her body from her center out to her limbs. As she came down she felt boneless, the light pressure of Bryce’s soft kisses finally bringing her back to the moment.
“Oh my god.” She exhaled, running a hand over her face. When she looked over she found Bryce staring at her intently, his eyes still dark with hunger.
He leaned down to place a rough kiss to her mouth, a soft appreciative noise rumbling deep in his throat. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come, do you know that?” He murmured in a growling tone against her lips.
His words awakened her body once again, so satisfied only a moment ago and now aching to feel him. She gripped him by the back of his head and kissed him fiercely, letting him know in no uncertain terms how badly she wanted him. Her hand found its way to his boxers again, this time taking charge and swiftly removing the impending article of clothing in one fell swoop. She moaned against his lips as she gripped his cock, the weight and the girth of it in her hand making her core quiver. The way he thrust his hips into her palm just intensified her need, her body so tightly wound that she felt like she would burst if she couldn’t feel him inside of her soon. “Bryce …” she whimpered, “I need you now.”
Pushing Bryce to lie down on his back, Blake straddled his hips and aligned herself against him. She rocked against him slightly, her wet core sliding easily along his length as she braced herself with her palms against his chest. She eased onto him slowly, watching him with fascination as he closed his eyes to savor the feel of her enveloping him.
Blake rolled her hips against his, starting out slowly as she adjusted to his generous girth but quickly achieving a steady pace as he began thrusting in sync. His hands gripped her hips, the feel of his subtle control as he guided her along with him making it all the more pleasurable. But the look in his eyes, so primal yet filled with awe as if she were the only woman in the world … that look set her body on fire, pushing her closer and closer to sweet release.
As she felt the delicious pressure growing again in her center, Bryce’s movements became more erratic and his breathing more labored. “Oh yes! Bryce!” She moaned loudly as she felt her center start pulsing, then an explosion of pleasure burst from within as her walls fluttered around his cock. With three more powerful thrusts Bryce lost control, spurting his release inside of her with a deep growl.
Sweat-slicked and panting, the two settled onto the bed still wrapped up in each other. When Blake’s heart rate had almost returned to normal, she tilted her head back to peer up at Bryce, eyes closed and visibly relaxed. The image made her grin, this normally assertive and playful man so calm and at peace.
“Stop staring at me, Reyes.” He mumbled, still not opening his eyes.
“I can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re pretending to be asleep.” She chuckled, raising a hand to run a finger down his nose. When she reached the tip he lifted his chin swiftly, chomping his teeth in a mock-bite of her digit.
He looked over at her, his eyes sparkling with affection. “You’re something else, Reyes.” He met her stare with a satisfied grin, a contented look cast upon his features.
Grrrrrr. Bryce’s eyes looked down at his bare torso, chuckling. “Umm, so about that dinner?”
“You are in luck mister … Carne Guisada reheats really well.” She leaned down to place a chaste kiss to his forehead, then jumped up from the bed to retrieve her panties and a baggy t-shirt. “Put something on and I can finally feed you.”
Bryce slid to the edge of the mattress, slipping his boxer briefs up his legs and buttoning his shirt haphazardly around himself. “You better eat something too, you know.”
Blake paused in the doorway, raising a brow at him inquisitively. “Oh really … and why is that?”
Bryce sauntered towards her, cocking his head to the side and smirking devilishly. “Because you’re going to need energy for what I have planned for afterwards.” Met with a playful giggle from Blake, he crouched down and took off in her direction, sending her squealing down the hallway as he chased after her.
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