Free Blake: A Bad Boy Romance by Laura Day Page B

framed articles on the wall. “I guess you really are good.”
     
    “And you haven't even seen my trophy room yet,” Blake said.
     
    “You have a trophy room?”
     
    Blake nodded and took her by the hand. He led her out of the kitchen and down a short hallway where he opened the first door on his left. He flicked on the light switch and watched as Ivy gasped at the room around her. It was an office, or maybe library would be a better word. Built in shelves lined the walls, but they weren’t filled with books. Instead there were trophies, ribbons, and medals. Gleaming and gold, they reflected the overhead light as Ivy walked towards them to inspect them more closely.
     
    “Wow,” was all she could muster as she looked at the rows and rows of trophies, some taller than she was. “You are good at fighting.”
     
    “Thanks, there are more, but those are less special, so they’re in a storage unit somewhere.”
     
    “I am suitably impressed,” Ivy said as she turned to face him.
     
    “Finally,” he answered.
     
    “Thanks for answering your phone and letting me stay here. I really appreciate it.”
     
    “Don’t mention it,” he said.
     
    “I thought you would be out celebrating after your victory.”
     
    “I did for a little while, but that wasn’t a great fight. I almost lost. I barely edged out a victory and all things considered, I probably should have lost.
     
    “Oh,” Ivy said. “How did you almost lose?”
     
    “I was distracted during the fight. I was thinking of something else.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “You.” It was one word, but it was the only word that mattered. Blake didn’t know if getting involved with Ivy was good or bad for his mental game. All he knew was that being without her had almost cost him his last fight, so abstaining from her wasn’t working. He wanted to be with her and, unlike Ivy, he couldn’t see any reason for them to be apart any longer.
     
    “Oh-” Ivy started, but she stopped as Blake took a step towards her. He watched as she stayed where she was as he took another step until they were almost touching. She looked up at him through her long dark lashes and then her hand reached up to his cheek.
     
    With the lightest of touches, she ran her fingers over his bruised skin, wincing in pain for him as she went. He captured her hand in his and brought it to his lips. He kissed her soft and delicate knuckles and then he opened her hand and kissed her palm, closing his eyes as he focused on her soft, warm skin.
     
    She closed the gap between them. With one step their bodies were touching and she pressed her lips chastely against his. But chaste wasn’t enough. Blake kissed her back and felt as her lips opened and her tongue slid out and grazed his. Blood pumped through his veins, gripping her arms and pulling her closer.
     
    He wrapped his hands around her waist until his body was flush against hers. He could feel her breasts against him and he ran his hands up and down the curve of her body. Already he was growing hard for her; this was all it took – a few moments of kissing, his hands on her –  and he was done for.
     
    She was still kissing him. Biting, sucking, and nibbling on his lower lip. Her hands were on his neck, her fingers gentle and delicate around his fresh bruises. She began to writhe her body against his in the subtlest of ways. She pressed herself against him, putting pressure on his cock as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and deepened the kiss.
     
    “You like this room, you should see my bedroom,” Blake said breathlessly as he pulled himself away from her.
     
    “That’s so cliché,” she said, but she was smiling up at him and he took her by the wrist and pulled her to the bedroom.
     
    He slammed the door closed behind him, whipping off his shirt and unbuckling his jeans, letting them sink to the floor. Ivy walked to him and gestured at the bruises that lined his ribs.
     
    “It’s nothing,” he whispered as he spun her