(Blake's POV)
“Let’s play a game, Blake,” Tara whispered in my ear and nipped on my earlobe as she took off my blazer.
“What game, Kitten?” I asked in a hushed but excited tone, letting out a deep breath as she nipped my neck playfully. She was driving me crazy, and I wanted to touch her, punish her for what she did last night, but when I started to touch her, she smacked my hands lightly, giggling sensually. Even her seductive laugh made me insane.
“Patience, Blake... One rule, though. No touching.” She smiled, grabbing the collar of my dress shirt and locking her lips into mine. She lightly swept the tip of her tongue on my lips and kissed me with so much fire that I forgot I was not supposed to touch her. To hell with her rule, I wanted to touch her. My body was screaming with joy as I savored the sensation. I raised my hand, gently caressing her cheeks and her neck.<
