Chasing Beautiful (Chasing Series #1) (13 page)

Damp with perspiration, I gulped a whole bottle of water. The
four sets of samba gave me a much needed workout, and it felt great.

“Get your sweet Brazilian ass back here!
Time to shake it for Salsa!” Chad called out as he was jumping about and browsing through his iPod.

“Coming!”
yelling as I made my way to the middle of the room. I studied the image before me. Dressed in my black leggings and cut-off loose shirt that hung on one shoulder, I looked flushed and glowing.

The two-hour workout with Chad left me in a happy state as I made my way through the checkout counter in Waitrose
on Marylebone High Street. I was going to make spinach salad with cherry tomatoes and stuffed mushrooms, lasagna with hot Italian sausage instead of beef, garlic bread and tiramisu to finish the meal.

I paid
for my items and hurried outside to hail a cab. I was sitting comfortably inside. I texted Blake that I was on my way with groceries in hand and to meet me in the lobby.

Playing with my wine glass, I took a sip and look
ed at the man across from me. His fitted black shirt emphasized his bulging biceps and broad shoulders, making my thoughts slide downwards into explicit territory. “Blake—”

He looked up from his tiramisu. “H
mm?”

“Is it okay if we keep this—
whatever this is
—between you and me? Until, I’ve thought things through?” Right, whatever this is would be a suitable description.

Something passed in his eyes before he responded.
“If that’s what you wish—then—I’ll oblige, Sienna.”

“Thank you.
Since we’re on the subject, what is it you’re really after? A relationship? A fling?
Friends with benefits?
” The list could go on really.

“A relationship but a
s I said before, it’s your decision. I am not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to. But if you are—I want everything and
only
you—exclusively. I don’t share what’s mine.” That was good to hear. I mean, I didn’t want to share him if he was giving me the goods.

“I see. That
’s a lot to take in.” I looked up to him with a serious expression, because the damn atmosphere just dropped and it was becoming quite serious.

“It is. T
hat’s why I want you to think about it carefully.” Blake leaned back on his chair, studying my reaction to his words. They were cautious and gauging.

“What happens to our friendship? I don’t want to ruin what we have
—I don’t want to lose that. It’s a major factor for me.” It was one of my many fears. Blake and I could lose a lot if things turned ugly.

“I know and o
ur friendship means a lot to me too.
But I want you!
I’m burning for you, Sienna. I can’t seem to get you out of my head! It’s driving me insane. It’s the only thing I think about—
you’re the only thing that I think about
—I can’t think straight, Sienna!” Blake’s face was unashamed from his admission. If anything, he looked unfaltering—determined to be precise. He was a man that knew what he wanted.

I
was starting to become weary. “How about we try friends with benefits? No strings attached kind of thing first?”
Say yes
. My thoughts pleaded to no avail as he shook his pretty head.

“No. I want
all
the strings, the good and the bad. If it’s too much to be with me because you’re still recovering from your ex—then as I said before—
I’ll wait
. I want you to want this too—badly enough that you can’t wait to be with me. I want you open, only for me and no one else.”
My. He just keeps on pressing and pushing forwards, doesn’t he? And fuck, he’s so delicious.

His unabashed admission turned me on and gave my stomach butterflies
. Blake’s the kind of man who knows what he wants and doesn’t hesitate to get it—and he could be utterly ruthless.

I badly wanted to kiss him.
What I feel for Kyle and Blake are two different things. With Blake, it’s something stronger… unknown.

“Why me Blake?
I know you don’t do serious relationships. I mean—you have so many women—who don’t have any emotional hang-ups or issues. I just don’t get it—you could have any woman you want. What makes me different compared to Camilla or the others?”

“That’s easy. You’re different because you’re all sassiness and sexiness
- well, most of the time—but sometimes you can just be gullible. You’re unique and I’ve never felt this connection with anyone. It’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I knew this even before we kissed—it just confirmed what I knew. You feel it too—I’ve seen you trying to tame it down—but it only intensified. This is the point of no return for us, Sienna. You know that.”

Point of no return, he
said.
Did I know that?
Yes, I sort of did. Blake doesn’t do things in small measures. And I was next, apparently.

“It’s like that huh?
” I gave him a teasing smile as I got out of my chair and walked across the table to where he was sitting. His face lit-up with a knowing smile.

Does the bad boy want to come out and play?
I thought provokingly as his smile became dangerous. Oh, yeah. He definitely does!

I stopped before him,
hooked my right leg to the other side of the chair and straddled him. He gasped at the sudden contact of my body. Without hesitation, I took his face with both of my hands and kissed him passionately,
deeply
. My kiss showed him how much his words affected me. How he made me forget about everything, except for him.

The kiss was ferocious as our hunger battled against our tongues. I pushed my ass down harder and grinded him. We both groaned as his hands
gripped my waist, pressed me firmly in place against his jeans that revealed his hardened shaft. The friction was pure torture. The heat of his rock-hard erection against my soaked underwear was madness.

My body took over, possessed to feel more of him as
I rocked myself slowly against him. I was on fire as I kissed his neck, sucking it until he moaned my name. I slowly kissed him as I became lost in this blanket of mindless lust with this beautiful man. The spiral feel of emotions rocketed through my body as we devoured each other.

My heart ached. I want
ed him. So. Badly.

But what
tore me up inside was the prospect of losing him all together as my dear friend. He means a lot and by sleeping with him, there was a huge possibility that our friendship could not and would not survive.

Breaking from our locked lips, he touched his forehead against mine.
“You’ve enslaved me—but I’m asking you to stop torturing me—
end my agony—
say yes.” His voice sounded different, it was pleading and laced with hungered passion; it was simply thrilling me to the core. I had this power over him and for a man such as Blake—that was something important. I heeded.

“Blake—”

He took my chin and looked me straight in the eye. “Be mine, Sienna. Your body tells me that it’s mine, but your mind resists. Stop fighting it and let it conquer us. We’re fated to be together. I knew it from the moment I met you. You were made for me.” How sure could he be?

“Blake, I can’t have sex wit
h you tonight….
But I can help you
—I’ll help you…get off…” My voice trailed off, lust-filled and with purpose.

Empowered from his reaction, I made up a plan.

I might not be ready to do the deed, but I was ready to have fun.

And fun it’ll be.
       

I peeled myself
off of him and lead him straight into the living room. I dimmed the lights and directed him to sit on the couch. “Take all your clothes off—except for your boxers.” I commanded with utter seriousness.

Walking over
to his iPod player, I chose the song
I’ve Been Thinking
by Handsome Boy Modeling. It was fitting for what I had in mind for him. When I turned around, he was already situated in the middle of the couch—and oh so ready! Blake’s compelling eyes preyed on me, scrutinizing each move I made. His smooth six-pack abs and torso looked too tempting not to be noticed. His black boxer briefs fitted him like a glove. And my oh my, what a package!

I swallowed and started to panic.
Shit cakes.

Do I
know what I’m doing? You’ve got it under control. You’re fine. You can do this! Now, move.

“I need to get something. I’ll be back in a flash and don’t move an inch, Knightly
.”

I almost ran to bathroom
, fetched what I needed and darted back to where Blake was patiently waiting for me.

“S
o, where were we?” I murmured as I got close to him. “Oh yeah, pleasing you, Mister Knightly.” Smiling and biting my lip, feeling excited and wicked at the same time. I felt like I was on top of the world when he looked at me.

Opening his legs a little wider, I
stood before him—my long dark hair, wild and mussed-up, lips swollen from his kisses. I untied the knot on my neck and pulled my short dress above my head, slowly and deliberately, making a teeny show for him as I let my dress drop on the floor.

When I heard him groan, it was the push I
needed.

My eyes took him in and
his reaction. His face stoic as his eyes darkened, making his gold flecks stand out, his gaze penetrating me—burning unadulterated fire. With shaky hands, I unhooked my bra, swiftly pulled it off and seductively placed it on my fingers, letting it dramatically drop to the floor. I stood before him with my hot-pink lacy thong and my four-inch, patent nude, Rolando Louboutin pumps.

Still
, no sound came from him—but his eyes spoke volumes. They were locked on my round and heavy breasts. His penetrating gaze alone had the power to make my nipples harden and my pussy drench with excitement.

Strategically bending over him with my butt in the air, I kissed his
neck and slowly made my way to his tanned and chiseled torso. I licked the outer part of his nipple, until it hardened and covered with goose bumps. My hot tongue flicked it slowly and my teeth playfully bit it.

He gasp
ed. “Fuck, Sienna. You’re killing me.” Slowly but surely they say…

Glanc
ing at him through my lashes, I gave him a cat-like smile. “I’ve only just started. Be patient young man!”

I went back to assaulting his left nipple and took my other hand and scratched the other counterpart.

Blake buckled.

I smiled.
You like that don’t you?

My tongue snaked
slowly to his navel and I nipped around it. My fingers traced the outline of his boxer-briefs, soft and light—just enough to make him tingle. I wanted him hot, ready and rabid.

My fingers gently pulled
down his boxers; I gasped loudly from his springing cock. It was massive, the girth—thick with a big vein that outlined his hardened ridge. 
Wow, impressive!

My eyes
were greedy, my mouth watered and my hands itched.

Hell to the mother fucking yes!

I gathered my bearings and hastily pulled the boxers off his long legs. Kneeling, both of my hands gripped his thighs. I kissed his inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, as I made my way to his balls. My hand cupped them,
hard,
and started to play with them—massaging and pulling a bit. Holding his balls firm, careful not to touch his ready to combust cock, I slowly got up and bent over to kiss his neck. My lips assaulted it, sucking it and biting his earlobe while my hand continued to grip and squeeze his balls.

“
Sienna
” Blake muttered, edgy.

I felt his
large hands cup and grip my ass. He gave my left butt cheek a loud spanking. “Ahh!” I yelped from pleasure but he needed to hold back. It was my playtime—my show. “Don’t touch, Knightly!” I hissed.

“
I can’t help it. Your beautifully shaped arse was just right there, waiting to be spanked.”

“Enough
.” I scolded the Brit.

He
immediately shut his mouth when my hand found his manhood, stroking it, slowly—up and down its silky, hard length. The gesture made him close his eyes with his mouth hanging ajar.  

“You like that, Mr. Knightly?”
I inquired with a raspy, sultry voice. I licked my lips as I watched my hand touch him—his shaft got bigger and bigger.

“
Yes.
” He responded, his voice thick and throaty.

Still stroking him, I used my other hand to reach for
the oil and flipped it open. I drizzled and smothered it all over his throbbing cock as it freely oozed all the way to his balls. It wetted my hands as I massaged it on his body, spreading the oil all over his thighs, his torso and on my breasts. Once done, I retreated back to catering his hardened ridge.