Chapter 35
Wren
I sprawled on my back, c*m leaking between my legs. Exhausted and beyond caring, I didn’t shift to shimmy out of my shirt shoved up beneath my armpits or rid myself of the b*a one of my breasts had escaped.
Blake knelt between my spread thighs, running a hand down his heaving chest atop his T-shirt. “Need water,” he croaked, his voice low and raspy.
I sighed, shutting my eyes. “I’ll grab us some in a minute.”
“Did I wear you out?” He caressed up my thigh.
I swore the man couldn’t keep his hands off me—not that I minded in the least. I craved it with an unsatiable hunger. “Mmm. Maybe just a little.”
“Can’t say I’m sorry,” he said, his voice betraying a smile.
I couldn’t help my grin. “I’m sure you’re not.”
“Did I hurt you? You asked for harder, but…”
I took stock o
