Free Entangled (A Tryst Novel) by Alex Rosa

comes out hot and humid against my face. The heat causes my body to rumble with anticipation, knowing I’ve struck a chord, igniting my desire, and suddenly I think I understand this  
stupid
  sexy game.
    “You don’t like Giovanni Vigilucci, as you put it, ‘the renowned photographer,’ putting his hands on me, do you?”
    Blake’s eyes sizzle at the comment, and it’s his jaw clenching that follows that has me reeling.
    “I know what you’re doing, Skyler.”
    He enunciates my name more crisply, and that’s how I know he’s getting angry . . . and I like it.
    Still trapped in his presence I clamp down on my bottom lip. “What is it that I’m doing? Gio is nice—really nice, actually. Maybe he can keep me company when you’re away in New York?”
    Blake pushes his hips into mine, pinning me to the door. A mixture between a gasp and a groan slips from my lips. His hand curves over my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Abso-
fucking
-lutely not.”
    “It was your idea I go with you to your photo shoot!” I bark.
    He grinds his teeth. “I was stupid to do it. Gio means well, but . . .”
    “But what?”
    “But you’re mine!” Before I can get in another word he crashes his lips into mine. The capture is hard and possessive, and I can’t restrain the moan that wills its way through my lips.
    His tongue dips into my mouth, tasting me, and it isn’t until he’s satisfied that he pulls away to say, “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
    “Looks at me like what, Blake? You said it yourself that it’s his job.”
    “Yeah, but he likes you.”
    “And that makes you mad?”
    “Yes, but I know it shouldn’t.”
    I take advantage of Blake’s vulnerable state as I drag both my hands under his shirt, and up his torso, causing a slow exhale to release itself from him.
    “Why not?” I ask as I pull the shirt over his head and toss it on the floor.
    His hand goes back to my face, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes so he can get a better look at me.
    “Because, honestly, I think it’s good for you. It’s about time you realize how beautiful you are. I hate”—he grinds his teeth once more,—“and love that Gio sees what I see, but I pray that it’s merely professional.”
    My heart flutters, and I can’t be mad anymore. There’s just no way.
    I realize that maybe under all of my ridiculous angst it isn’t my anger that needs catering to, but instead Blake’s secret insecurities.
    As I look into Blake’s eyes, the harshness has softened into vulnerability.
    “Who knew you were such a softie, Blake?” I allow my fingers to leisurely rake over the sinews of his toned chest, basking in the radiating heat and his rapidly beating heart beneath my fingertips.
    He grunts as his eyes examine my features before landing on my lips.
    “So much for angry sex,” he quips as his hand, cupping my face, pulls me toward him, and this time his lips make delicate contact with mine. He speaks each word in a staccato between each gentle kiss. “I. Love. You. And nothing will get in the way of that, not New York, not my job, not anything. Okay?”
    I hum my understanding against his lips, letting my anger drift away as I reach for the button on his jeans, regaining my sense of self, and our sense of  
us.
    “Show me . . .” I whisper, and it’s his wry smile that I feel against my lips that confirms everything will, in fact, be okay.
    He pulls me into the room, swiveling around in the direction of his bed. My heart rate has a hard time keeping a steady rhythm as each pulsing beat accelerates with every stumble, feeding off my body’s frantic need for him.
    I push his pants over his hips and slide my hand inside his briefs, taking a firm grip of his cock, the hot, steely velvet heavy in my hands as he gets harder by the second. His lips against mine get interrupted by a growl he can’t seem to hold back.
    “Fuck, Skye. You make patience impossible.”
    I drag my tongue across his