He groans, low and deep in his chest. "You aren't on birth control, are you?"
I laugh bitterly. "Don't need it."
He forces himself back, gazing down at me, an eyebrow raised in question.
"I'm going to ruin the moment if I tell you," I say, seriously.
"I can get the moment back. The last thing I want to do is get you pregnant the first time I'm with you. Explain."
"I was gang raped and the damage is irreversible."
"Jesus Christ . . . baby, I'm sorry, I— "
"Don't." I place a finger over his lips. "You can't change my past, don't waste your time feeling bad over it."
"I'd give anything to be able to," he says, shifting his weight onto one arm, cupping the back of my neck with the other.
"Don't, it's over. This is what's left. Broken, shattered, and fucked up beyond repair. Aside from all that, I want you and I don't want to think about the consequences," I say with conviction.
"Oh, Lily," he breathes, bringing his lips back to mine, hard and needy.
Breaking the kiss, he rears up and tugs his shirt off, throwing it behind him. Grabbing under my arms, he pulls me upright, gripping the hem of my shirt. He yanks it over my head and throws it on top his. He reaches under me, unhooks my bra and tosses it aside.
He eyes my breasts with appreciation, licking his lips. I open my mouth to speak, but he leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks hard, forcing pain and pleasure to collide. Pressure builds in my groin, traveling through my stomach.
He lays me back on the bed, his tongue and teeth teasing my nipple in an unrelenting rhythm.
"Blake," I whimper, my pleasure building to a climax.
His hand finds my other nipple, sending me to the edge. "Come for me, Lily," he says against my breast. His mouth clamps back down, and I convulse, spiraling into a body shattering orgasm.
"Fuck!" My back arches as Blake's sensual assault lessens.
My limbs feel like rubber, and Blake trails light kisses up my neck to my mouth, shifting to lie beside me. Closing my eyes, I sigh, content. I had no idea someone could do that without actually fucking. I open my eyes and turn to look at him. His hand traces the outline of a heart on my stomach, his eyes searching my face.
"Well, what?" I tilt my head to the side.
"You know what?"
"Oh, I don't think you need reassurance from me, Mr. Mason. I'm pretty sure the whole house heard how good that felt."
"They haven't heard shit yet, Agent Williams, but they're about to," he says, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Oh, no. Tit for tat, sir. I believe I owe you some pleasure," I say, catching him off guard as I shift to push him on the bed and straddle his hips.
His eyes widen. "Lily, you don't have to— "
"Shhh." I lean down and press my lips to his. "I've wanted to touch you for a while."
Gently, he runs his fingers through my hair. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."
I kiss the corner of his mouth, slowly moving down his neck, lashing my tongue against his skin. Soft moans escape his lips, sending waves of passion through me. Moving my mouth down his chest, I slip my fingers inside the waistband of his jeans, popping the button. I sit up, and he lifts his hips as I slide his pants and boxers off together.
Holy mother of God . . .