Bracing my hands on the hardwood was woefully inadequate, particularly when his tongue started to lick and lap and suck and… “Oh my God, Blaze. That feels…”

  The rest of whatever I might have said dissolved into a groan because dammit, every little thing he was doing to me was absolutely perfect, and I wanted to enjoy every single moment.

  His hands were clamped on my thighs, holding me in place as he continued his relentless and oh-so-amazing assault of my pussy with his tongue. “Blaze,” I moaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

  He looked up briefly, a sly smile on his lips. “That is exactly the idea, muffin.”

  “Did you just call me—oh!”

  Once more my words were swallowed up by moans of ecstasy. Damn, this man was good at this. Maybe I’d been wrong to put him off for so long?

  But there was no more time to think of anything except the curls of pleasure starting to unfurl deep within my belly, very quickly threatening to consume me.

  “You are fucking delicious,” Blaze murmured before dragging his tongue up my seam to circle around my swollen clit. When he pressed his lips to me and sucked the engorged bud into his mouth, I couldn’t hold off any longer.

  My climax hit in an explosion of colors and pulses of ecstasy that couldn’t be contained. I cried out, but Blaze didn’t release his grip on me. Instead, he pulled every ounce of pleasure from me until my arms gave out and I laid back on the landing in a boneless heap.

  I had no idea how much time had passed before I opened my eyes to see him looking down from above me, a very satisfied grin on his face. While I watched, his tongue slipped from between his lips and slowly licked my juices from his mouth. “Absolutely fucking delicious.”

  It was absolutely fucking amazing, was what it was. There was a throbbing between my legs, and my body demanded more. It demanded him. Still unable to form words, I crooked a finger and beckoned him toward me.

  “Oh no.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

  Disappointment fueled me. I sat up, propped up on my elbows. “You don’t think what?”

  I was almost afraid for the answer, because despite how hard I’d just come, I needed so much more from him. More than anything, I wanted Blaze buried deep inside me. Now.

  His grin was equal parts cocky, sexy, and infuriating because dammit if he didn’t know how badly I wanted him, and he was having way too much fun withholding exactly what it was I wanted.

  “I don’t think I’m going to waste my first time with you on the fucking staircase, muffin.”

  Before I could react, Blaze bent over, scooped me up, and, as if I weighed nothing at all, tossed me over his shoulder. One big hand clamped down on my ass cheek with a soft smack and gripped me as he resumed walking up the stairs.

  “I said it before, and I’ll say it again,” Darla said, her voice muffled behind me. “I can walk, Blaze.”

  I tightened my grip on her juicy ass, making her squeal. “And I said before, and I’ll say it again—I’m not going to let you get away from me.”

  She giggled a little.

  “Besides,” I continued. “I quite like the view I have right here.” I leaned over and pressed a kiss on her butt cheek.

  Darla responded by wiggling her ass, which had the amazing effect of grinding her pussy into my shoulder. An involuntary moan slipped from her lips. I used my free hand to land a smack on the other cheek. “Settle down, muffin. I’ll make you come again and again. But we’re going to need to make it to the bed first.”

  “Promises, promises,” she teased and wiggled again.

  Damn. This woman was testing every bit of my self-control. After tasting her sweetness on my lips as I made her come completely undone, my cock was painfully hard. It was a miracle I could walk at all. The only thing that kept me going was the motivation to sink myself deep inside her.

  She was one hundred percent right—the friggin’ house was too big, and it felt like an eternity before I finally kicked open the door and deposited Darla on the plush duvet. With her hair spread out behind her on the thick blankets, she looked like a goddess.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  “And you…are wearing entirely too many clothes.” Her eyes were dark with desire as she sat up and pulled her sports bra up and off her body, freeing her breasts.

  My cock twitched at the glorious sight of her now completely naked.

  “I take it back,” I said. “You are fucking phenomenal, woman.”

  “Just you wait.” She laid back on her arms, pulled up her knees, and opened herself to me, and I damn near exploded on the spot. “And,” she continued, “you are still wearing far too many clothes.”

  I didn’t need to be told again. Within seconds, I stripped naked from my yoga clothes and stood before her. I fisted my cock in one hand, needing a moment to settle down before joining her on the bed. It had been months since my breakup, and I hadn’t been with anyone since. Even if I had, the things Darla was making me feel without even touching me were downright sinful.

  Slowly, I let my eyes travel up her body, taking in every inch of her until my gaze landed on her wide eyes. “Do you like what you see?”

  Darla sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, and I shuddered. “I think like is an understatement,” she said. “You’re pretty fucking phenomenal yourself, Blaze Barron.”

  I watched as she let her hands travel over her body, caressing her curves until one hand cupped a breast, and the other slipped between her legs. She tugged and rolled a nipple between her own fingers, pulling a moan from deep inside her. The delectable sight was not only matched, but exceeded by the way she used her other hand to pinch her clit and press against her mound as she lifted her hips and ground into her own touch.

  Fuck.

  I could watch her pleasure herself all fucking day, but more than watching her, I wanted to join her. “Muffin.” My voice was low with warning. “If you don’t stop that, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

  “Then I guess you better join me.”

  I didn’t need any more invitations. I pounced onto the bed, spread her legs and began my journey up her body, using my mouth to kiss, lick, and nip my way between her legs, where I once again quickly pulled out the need in her, this time stopping short before she could climax. I wanted her right on the edge. She moaned in frustration and tried to slip her hand between her legs, but I grabbed up both her arms and held them easily in one hand over her head.

  “Oh, no you don’t.” I grinned and pressed a quick but hot kiss on her lips. “This time you’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.”

  Her body vibrated beneath me, but she didn’t object. Not that I expected her to.

  I resumed my attention on her, moving up her stomach, where I dipped my tongue briefly into her belly button, causing her to gasp and squirm before moving up to her perfect breasts. I dared not release her, so I only had one hand to squeeze, knead, and explore her round, soft globes. My mouth teased each of her nipples to hard peaks in turn while her chest rose and fell increasingly faster as her need grew.

  “Blaze?”

  My name was a question on her lips, and I was more than ready to answer.

  “I’m going to let you go.” I looked into her eyes. They were clouded and hazy with desire. “Don’t move.”

  She nodded her understanding. I kissed her again, harder this time, until her body lifted to press against mine. We were both panting and out of breath when I finally pulled away to grab a condom from my bedside drawer.

  I’d no sooner sheathed myself and moved back to her when I saw Darla’s hand once again between her legs.

  “Naughty girl.” I snatched her hand away. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

  “Fuck, Blaze. I’m so—”

  “You’ll wait.”

  She groaned. “You’re killing me.”

  “Muffin, you have no fucking idea what you’re doing to me.”

  As much as I wanted to make her wait for not listening to me, because dammit if her naughtiness didn’t bring out a completely different side of me, there was no more waiting. I needed to be inside her. Now.

  I moved between her legs until my cock pressed against her entrance. Darla didn’t hesitate as she lifted her hips, and I plunged deep into her heat.

  She gasped as I buried myself inside her.

  I squeezed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, willing myself to move slowly and allow her to adjust to my size. But Darla wasn’t having it. She wiggled her hips and squirmed beneath me as if she were desperate for more. My eyes opened and locked on hers. I answered her need by pulling out just a little before thrusting even deeper inside her.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  The words were little more than a whisper on her breath, but they were all I needed.

  With one arm, I lifted myself for leverage and the absolutely erotic vantage point of watching Darla’s breasts bounce as I pounded into her sweet, soft pussy. It didn’t take long at all before I felt her come undone beneath me. She cried out her release, but I didn’t relent, allowing her orgasm to crest again, her cries even louder as finally, with one final thrust, I, too, shattered into a blinding orgasm.

  Chapter Eleven

  When I opened my eyes again, the room was draped in dappled sunlight coming through the curtains. It took me a few minutes to realize where I was. Blaze’s bedroom. And that I must have fallen asleep after we had sex.

  Which time?

  It took me a few minutes to realize that we’d been so wrapped up in each other that we’d hardly left his bed for the last twenty-four hours besides short bathroom breaks and once when I wrapped myself in his oversized robe to pay the pizza delivery guy. But beyond that…wow. I’d never lost track of time that way before.

  Of course, I’d never had sex quite like that.

  Beneath my cheek, Blaze’s chest rose and fell softly. Careful not to wake him, I moved slowly and shifted to one side. Maybe I could slip away without disturbing him?

  As if he sensed my thoughts, his arm shot out and wrapped around my waist before I could make my escape. “You weren’t trying to get away without saying goodbye, were you?”

  I rolled over, his arm still draped across me, so I was facing him. “Actually, I wasn’t trying to get away at all.” It was the truth. “I’m thirsty. I need a glass of water.”

  His eyes widened in surprise.

  “Did you really think I was trying to run away?”

  “Honestly?”

  “Always.”

  He nodded. “I did. I thought maybe you’d…I don’t know. Maybe you’d had second thoughts.”

  “Blaze.” I let the smile slide slowly across my face as I reached out and traced a finger down his cheek to his lips. “The only thing I’m having second thoughts about is you calling me muffin.”

  He burst out laughing and lunged across the bed with surprising speed to wrap me in his arms and pull me on top of him. We were skin to skin, pressed together tightly. He reached up with one arm and pulled my mouth to his in a hungry kiss. Beneath me, his growing desire pressed into my belly and immediately sparked all kinds of reciprocal need in my own body.

  Now that I knew exactly how he could make me feel, I wanted more. A lot more.

  But I was thirsty.

  Somehow I found the willpower to wiggle out of his grasp. I sat up so I was straddling him and looked down at his handsome face and chiseled abs. Despite the fact that he needed to work on his stretching with some more yoga practice, Blaze truly was a fine physical specimen.

  “I like this view.” I bit my bottom lip. “I like this view very much.”

  His hands went to my hips, and he easily lifted me. “Pass me a condom,” he ordered.

  I glanced to the bedside table and back to Blaze, who looked at me with hunger in his eyes. I shook my head. “There’s no need,” I said. “I’m on birth control.”

  There was a flash in his eyes, and he lowered me slowly onto his already impossibly hard cock.

  So much for willpower. The drink could wait, because the sensation this new position provided was way too fucking good to stop.

  “Mmm,” I murmured. “You are persuasive.” I rocked forward, pressing my clit against him.

  “I do have my ways.” Blaze grinned. “Not that I hear you complaining.”

  “Oh no. I am not complaining.” I moved my hips back and forth, increasing my rhythm until he moaned beneath me. His hands came up to clamp around my hips in an attempt to slow me, but it was my turn to be in control, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. “We’re doing it my way this morning.”

  He didn’t argue. In fact, there was nothing but agreement, intense agreement all over his face as I rode him. “Whatever you say, muffin.”

  I laughed. The name was cute, even if it didn’t make any sense at all. I wasn’t usually one for pet names, but somehow, such a silly name coming from Blaze’s lips was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

  It didn’t take long before the waves of pleasure crashed through me in a wild explosion. I cried out while Blaze shuddered beneath me in his own powerful climax.

  I’d only barely recovered when I climbed off him and out of the bed. “Okay,” I said. “Now, I’m not only thirsty but starving too. Do you have anything to eat in this mansion?”

  Darla pressed her lips together, closed her eyes, and let out a deep moan.

  “You like it?”

  Slowly, she opened one eyelid, quickly closed it again, and nodded.

  I laughed.

  Watching her enjoy every single bite of the fresh pancakes I’d whipped up was one of the most satisfying things I’d ever witnessed. She was perched on the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but one of my Lethal Mission promo T-shirts. Her bare legs swung as she took her time chewing and swallowing before cutting a new piece drenched in maple syrup to put in her mouth.

  “I had no idea you could cook like this,” she said after a few bites. “These are delicious. So fluffy and light and…really the best dinner pancakes I’ve ever had.”

  Somehow the day had slipped away and it was far past dinner time, but Darla was right; we needed to eat. Although I wasn’t the most proficient chef, there were a few things my mother had taught me well. Pancakes were one of them.

  “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me yet,” I said in response.

  Darla paused before putting another bite in her mouth. “Like what?” she asked. “Tell me something I don’t know yet.”

  I pretended to think about it for a minute. I’d already told her most of the big things already. Most people didn’t know about my brother, or my need to try to change the world one program at a time.

  “You probably don’t know that I did a series of really bad commercials for a fast-food chain early in my career.”

  “Ha!” She pointed her fork at me. “I did know that.”

  “Really?” I was genuinely surprised. It wasn’t something that was commonly reported on, which meant she would have had to do her research on me if she knew such a detail. “So you’ve done some background work, have you?”

  “I may have done a little digging,” she admitted.

  “That’s because you like me.” I was teasing, mostly. Despite the amazing sex we’d just had, I was still very much aware that there was still a lot for us to talk about when it came to us. She’d made it clear on more than one occasion that she didn’t want a relationship, and sure, I’d convinced myself, at least momentarily, that it didn’t matter. But now I wasn’t sure I could talk myself into that type of arrangement. I wanted Darla. All of her.

  I knew that with certainty.

  “I already told you,” she said. “I do like you.” Her lips twitched into a sly smile. “But mostly I wanted to see who I was getting involved with when it came to the treatment program. I’m not going to sign up to work with just anyone, you know? I mean, it’s important to know if you got your big break shilling cheeseburgers or tacos.”

  I laughed and tossed a napkin at her.

  “Okay,” I said after a moment. “Since you know so much. Tell me something else you think you know.”

  She swallowed another piece of pancake and looked at me seriously. “I know you want to settle down in a serious relationship.”

  Straight to the point.

  I shook my head and sighed. It was a discussion we had to have, but I didn’t expect it so soon. And not over half-naked pancakes.

  “You don’t?” she challenged. “Because I—”

  “That doesn’t matter right now, Darla.” It was a lie. It did matter. But I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Or the one that would hopefully come after this one. I left my plate at the table and crossed the distance to where she sat on the counter. I moved so my body was between her legs. I took the plate from her and set it behind her before cupping her face in my hands so she couldn’t look away. “We’ve definitely established how much we like each other. That’s for sure. And I’ve very much enjoyed getting to know you. But I heard you earlier when you told me your stance on relationships. So how about we just leave the topic alone for now, okay? It’s just you and me. This can be whatever we want it to be.”

  “But you want—”

  I gently pressed a finger to her lips to silence her. “Don’t tell me what I want.” She was going to quote the interview where I’d been asked about my breakup with Amelia and how it was for the best because I was ready to settle down and have something serious. I’d meant it at the time. That is what I wanted. It’s always been what I wanted. But right now, right here with Darla? I wanted this. Maybe I even wanted it more. I didn’t know yet. But all I did know was that I’d never felt this way about a woman before. I’d definitely never experienced sex like that before, and dammit, I wasn’t about to shut down the possibility of what could potentially be between us because of something I said in a fucking interview after a breakup with someone who hadn’t mattered. “What I want is you,” I said, my finger still on her lips. “And whatever that looks like tomorrow, next week, or anytime in the future doesn’t matter. Let’s just worry about today, okay?”

 

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21