Andy swirled her tongue along Blake’s crown and then drew his shaft in toward the back of her throat. He groaned and she instinctively echoed him, her sounds reverberating along the length of his erection.

“Andrea. Drea.” Blake sounded on the edge. “Please. You have to stop.”

Before she could figure out if his request to end was because her actions were too awful or because they were too good, he had pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back onto the mattress. He covered her with the length of his body. Automatically, her legs fell open to him, and she felt his shaft against her opening.

“Your lips are heaven on my cock,” he said in husky tones at her ear. “But keep doing that, and I’m going to come. And I already made a reservation in your pussy that I intend to keep.”

Too good, then. She smiled at that. “I need you inside me, Blake.”

He hovered over her, his mouth close to hers. “I need to get a condom.”

He made no move to leave and she didn’t want him to go, even just for a moment. Yet that wasn’t the reason behind her bold decision. “No condom. Just you.”

He responded by entering her with one long, slick drive. He slid all the way out to the tip and then pushed in again, seemingly even thicker and harder than he’d been just a moment before. Then he established his rhythm—a steady pulse that stroked her in all the right ways. Sent her climbing and spinning and soaring all at once.

“Blake, oh, Blake.” She dug her fingers into his back. He felt so good. She was surprised exactly how good he felt because she’d had him inside her before. Perhaps the difference was the lack of condom, but she had a feeling it was more than that. So much more.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, and the new position let him push in deeper. Deeper than he’d ever been—than anyone had ever been inside her—she was sure of it. A general feeling of euphoria settled over her, even before she reached the pinnacle of her climax. She’d never been made love to like this before, and that was most definitely what Blake Donovan was doing. He was making love to her. Every touch carried a weight of affection—the way he brushed her hair from her eyes, how he cupped her face and kissed her with sweet abandon. Each thrust, even, bore the emotion of love.

Andy matched each display with sincere reciprocation. She let herself thrill in her earlier revelation that she was falling in love with the man. In fact, she’d go so far as to say she’d already fallen. Fallen as far as she suspected he had with her. The thought propelled her over the edge and then she was soaring on the crest of a relentless climax. Tears spilled and every nerve in her body burst in ecstasy as she clenched around him and all she could see and sense before her, in front of her, around her, was Blake. Blake, Blake, Blake. Forever Blake. She was drowning in his essence, yet she’d never felt so anchored.

Her spasms hadn’t yet subsided when he joined her—pounding out his climax with each syllable of her name. Finally he collapsed beside her and neither of them said a word as they panted in unison and their heart rates returned to normal. Moments passed in the silence.

Then Andy began to fret. Would it get all awkward now? Should she go home? He had invited her to stay, but now they were barely touching and it was only at the shoulder so did that even count?

Her worry was all in vain, though, because before she had to make a decision about what to do next, Blake wrapped an arm around her and tugged her to him. He kissed and nuzzled at her neck before tucking her into the crook of his arm.

“Wow,” he said. “That was…”

“Amazing, incredible, fantastic.” She could keep going with a whole list of adjectives if her brain cells weren’t numb from having been thoroughly fucked.

“I was going to say everything.” He tilted her chin to meet his eyes. “That was everything, Andrea. Thank you.”

She nodded. Yes, that’s what it had been, she thought, too overcome to agree verbally. It had been absolutely everything.

They lay tangled together, Blake stroking her arm, Andy caressing his chest, for a long while. Though they were silent, it was comfortable. Easy. Perfect.

A clicking noise broke through the quiet, coming from the direction of the TV set across from the bed.

Because it seemed time to say something, Andy asked, “What was that?”

Blake glanced toward the sound. “Just the DVR starting.”

She stretched. “Oh. What are you recording?” Probably some boring documentary on the History Channel. No, Military Channel was probably more fitting for his business style.

“Nothing.” Wait—what?

She adjusted so she could see his face. “What do you mean nothing? It’s obviously something. What is it?”

His silence combined with his pained expression led her to pry. “Why won’t you tell me?” She narrowed her eyes. “Is it porn?” It had to be porn. In which case, she kind of wanted to turn it on and see what kind of sex Blake was into, though she was pretty sure she already knew, what with all their recent activity and such.

But he protested. “No. It’s not porn.”

And her interest was piqued even further. “What is it, then?”

The tight line of his mouth said he wasn’t spilling. But she’d already spied the remote on the nightstand next to her so, in a flash, she rolled over and flicked the ON button.

“No!” Blake shouted as he realized what she was doing. He wrestled her for the remote, the renewed physical contact almost distracting her completely from the DVR. Except the sweeping music captured her attention, and when she looked up she saw a picturesque landscape and a beautiful English manor filling the television screen.

She was stunned. “Downton Abbey?”

With a gaping jaw, she returned her gaze to Blake, who was definitely blushing.

Then she couldn’t help it—she broke into peals of laughter. “Blake Donovan,” she managed to get out with a howl, “watches Downton Abbey?”

“Haha. Very funny.” Blake retrieved the remote from her laugh-limp hand, clicked OFF, and flung it to the floor. “Thank you for your support of my tastes.”

His tone said she should drop it, but she couldn’t breathe. It was too freaking funny.

“Shall I pour you some more tea? Shall we have a crumpet as we watch? Where are my pearls?” Her British dialect was awful, but she wasn’t going to stop.

“Keep this up and I’ll give you something to laugh about,” Blake challenged.

And because she couldn’t stop, he started to tickle her. It was too much. Her peals escalated to hysterics. Tears formed at her eyes, and she had to grab her sides to both ease the ache and fend off her attacker. She couldn’t even speak enough to ask him to stop.

With a sigh, Blake gave up his torture. “I’ll wait.”

It took a bit for her to calm. Then, sensing Blake needed reassurance or an apology or both, Andy pushed up to take his mouth in a sensual kiss. By the time she released him, they were both breathless.

She sat back and tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Do you know how many women you could score if they knew you watched Downton Abbey?”

He captured her finger in his mouth and sucked. “You mean that’s what I should have used as my initial proposition to you?”

“No, not me. But other women. Chicks dig a sensitive core, you know.” That sucking thing could have gotten her naked in a heartbeat, though. Sensitive core there, too.

“Not a fan, huh?” He sounded the slightest bit disappointed.

She settled back into his arms, her head on his chest. “I don’t know. I’ve never watched it.”

Blake kissed her head. “Ah, that will have to be remedied in the future.”

The future. Was it totally reaching to grab onto that word as proof that their relationship would be different from now on? Proof that they had a future? She didn’t think so. And for that, she was telling the truth when she said, “I honestly can’t wait.”