He stills his fingers, using his free hand to lift my chin so my eyes align with his. The intensity within them burns into mine. “Want me to stop?”

I shake my head as much as I can against his touch. There’s nothing but green lights when his hands are on me.

His fingers thrust into my body just once, causing me to shutter. “I didn’t hear you.”

I steady my breathing just enough, digging my fingers into his shoulders. It’s not what I want, though. Not even close. “No, fuck me, Blake.”

A smile spreads across his handsome face. “Good girl.”

I sit completely naked in front of him, the light above the sink the only thing illuminating the dark space. The intensity in his eyes is worth drowning in.

“Lean back,” he commands. I do as he asks, watching him strip out of his clothes. The moment I decided to step out of my room, there wasn’t going to be any going back. Blake’s an enigma. I want his body, but I don’t need his heart, at least that’s what I keep telling myself. It may be nothing but a sugar-coated lie, but as long as I still have him like this, none of that really matters.

He splays his hand between my bare breasts, slowly working it down against my flat stomach, circling my belly button. All I want is him inside of me, but he treats me like a wind-up toy—teasing and touching until I explode.

He uses his hands on my thighs to spread me, and then his hot mouth hits my core. His tongue laps my clit a few times followed by sucking. It’s the most amazing feeling . . . the pressure he creates, his skill. I wrap my legs around his back and tug his hair between my fingers in appreciation. This man . . .

My walls clench, causing me to scream out of pleasure. “Blake. Fuck.” I pull his hair harder, letting the silky strands fall from between my fingers.

“That was number one. Let’s work on two and three.” His words alone get the river of desire flowing again. Derek always made sure I had one. To him, that meant I got mine, but in actuality, it just made me want another.

Blake stands and kisses me, letting me taste myself on him. It’s sexy as hell. With his lips still on mine, he pushes into me with one quick motion. I’m so wet and ready . . . for him. His mouth trails my neck as he rolls my nipples between his fingertips. The combination—having so many places touched by him—puts my body into overdrive. I dig my nails into his back as my second orgasm rips through me. It’s better this time with his cock buried deep inside of me.

“Jesus,” he groans, pumping into me harder. He reaches deeper than I ever thought possible. This is what it’s like to be filled completely. “The guy at the club—he could never give you this. You were made for me. So fucking perfect.”

I moan, letting myself fall back on the counter, on full display for him. My mind fixates on the emotional explosion our connected bodies create. I’m so lost in the feeling, my eyes close unintentionally, and then I miss him. I miss the intensity I see in his eyes.

I watch as he pulls open a drawer, still buried in me. I hear shuffling below but don’t think much of it; the sensation of our joined bodies is enough to handle. He slams the drawer shut and puts his fingers to my lips. “Open.”

I narrow my eyes at him in question, but he doesn’t say anything more. He’s going to win . . . he always wins. I part my lips and taste sweet candy on my tongue . . . a lemon drop. Sweet on the outside, tart inside, it’s not my first choice but it has me thinking of him. He thrusts two more times then gently kisses my lips. “Pass me the candy.”

Placing it on the edge of my tongue, I allow him to suck it between his lips. He rolls it in his mouth a few times before bringing his head down to my nipple, lapping it with the candy between my skin and his tongue. The texture does things to me that I never imagined, heightening the sense of arousal. He moves to my other breast, repeating the same.

“Blake,” I cry.

The sticky candy falls from his tongue, slowly sliding down my stomach. He looks up at me, eyes hooded. “You want to know why I call you Lemon Drop?”

I nod, gripping his hair between my fingers. He moves his head back down, tracing circles around the candy with his tongue.

“Until I met you,” he murmurs against my skin. The candy slips lower, and I imagine what it would feel like in his mouth while it’s working my clit. “Life handed me nothing but lemons. Shit. Heartbreak. Bad Luck.” It glides even further. So close. I don’t even care why he calls me Lemon Drop anymore as long as he does what I want him to.

“And, since I met you, things aren’t as black. I even catch myself smiling sometimes. Life’s sweeter with you.” He clenches the candy between his teeth. His cock slips out of me, and I want it back.

“Blake.” His mouth covers my clit, licking and sucking. The lemon drop is cradled in his tongue, providing constant added pleasure. When he said three orgasms, he wasn’t exaggerating.

When I’m mere seconds from falling back into bliss, he stops. I whimper. He’s dangling something so freaking delicious in front of me, but I can’t quite grasp it. He’s a tease, but I keep coming back for more.

He works his way back up, licking a trail around my belly button and my breasts. He thrusts his cock back into me as his mouth trails up my throat. When our eyes are level, he brushes his lips against mine. “Take the lemon drop back, baby.”

His endearment clenches my heart. It’s nothing to him, but it’s everything to me. No one has ever made me feel as wanted as Blake does, and he’s not asking for all of me. With Blake, that will never come; he made that perfectly clear before we even started this.

He startles me from my thoughts when he sticks his tongue out, the lemon drop resting on the tip. I do as he did earlier, clamping it between my teeth. It’s not as good as it was the first time. Most of the sweetness is gone and only the tartness remains.

“How does it taste?” he asks. The question is almost impossible to answer as he picks up his pace, pumping in and out of me. So good.

“Sour,” I breathe, digging my nails into his back. I’m so close it almost hurts—the best type of pain. I’ve never wanted to take in my next breath as much as I do right now.

“That’s how my life was before this . . . before you.” A few more thrusts and my walls contract around him. He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I clutch onto him like I might fall off the edge of a cliff if I don’t.

He’s going to let go . . . it’s just a matter of time. We’re just supposed to have sex—hot, intense, mind-blowing sex. Feelings and cuddles and long walks on the beach aren’t part of the package, but the more we do this, the more I wish it were. I should have never started this, because once I did, there was no going back.

“Shit,” he spits, quickly pulling out of me. “Shit.”

I’m sitting naked on the edge of the counter, watching him pace across the kitchen in the same state. I don’t understand how we go from one extreme to another so quickly. Somehow, I’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to hold. I slip off the counter and start toward my room before he sees the unshed tears in my eyes.

“Lila.” His voice is low, tortured. I want him to call me back to wrap me in his arms, but that’s not going to happen. I turn around anyway.

Unable to speak without crumbling, I stare. He looks like the weight of the world has been dropped on his shoulders.

“I forgot to use a condom.”

A million things flash through my mind but none of them are probably the same as what’s going through his. If he got to know me a little better, he wouldn’t be fretting over this. If I’m not worthy of a relationship with him, I’m definitely not in the running to carry little Blake babies.

“I’m on the pill. I never miss one.”

He sighs, combing his fingers through his hair. “Oh, thank God.”