“Plans?”
“The nurse brought her stuff with her today. She’s moving in and taking over our duties. Since mom’s recovery is going so well, and since you have just finished your first week at your job, the club is throwing us a party and we can’t be late to this one.”
“Then I’d better go get changed. I’ll see you upstairs. Have fun finishing washing the Volvo. I’ll be thinking about you as I strip down and look at Gwen,” I say, and I wink at him. I take a quick glance over my shoulder as I shut the front door and see Blaze hurrying to finish washing the car. By the time I’m halfway up the stairs, he’s at the base of the staircase and hot on my heels. When I go to shut the door to the bedroom we share, he puts his hand in the door.
“There’s not a chance in hell I’m missing this show,” he says.
He enters the room wet and shirtless, and I whoop in joy as he shoves me on the bed and leaps atop me, kissing me repeatedly and covering me with even more suds and water. We make a total mess of the bed, soaking the whole thing in soap and water while we roll around kissing each other.
After just a couple minutes, my head is swimming and my fingers are fumbling for the buttons to his jeans.
“Maybe we forget the party?” I say.
He laughs and pins my hands above my head. “Forget the party that my club president put together for us? Stone makes some damn fine barbecue — he’s got a full smoker setup in his back yard — and Trish and Adella are both awesome cooks, too. I don’t think there’s a chance in hell we could get away with it.”
“Oh,” I say, disappointed.
“But maybe we could be a little late,” he says.
Before I can answer, his lips are on mine again, and he changes his grip on my hands, pinning them both above my head with just one big hand of his own. With the other, he undoes the buttons of my work shirt. Button by button, nice and slow, and with each button he undoes, he plants a kiss on my bare skin. Soon, I’m topless, wet, and shaking with anticipation underneath him.
Then he moves down to my work slacks. Two flicks of his wrist and my buttons and zipper are undone. It’s only moments later until I’m bottomless. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here, right now — not even at work.
“So, there was something you asked for earlier,” he says, slowly, as he kisses his way down my torso.
I’d answer, but before I can respond, he’s between my legs, with his tongue teasingly against my pussy.
Then his gentle touch changes. Grows firmer, and it’s followed by a kiss to a part of me that makes me shiver in delight. I look down and see his eyes staring back at mine while he licks my pussy. It’s a view I’ve seen many times in the weeks we’ve been together, and it gets better every time.
His tongue teases me, tortures me, turns me into a sheet-clawing, moaning, begging mess. With him between my legs, I change, go from a woman who gets excited about numbers and taxes to a woman who screams at her man to lick her “right there” and to “use another finger” and who locks her hands behind her man’s head and pulls his face between her legs until he’s at just the right spot.
And I love it.
Even if I lock eyes for one awkward second with the Gwen Stefani poster above the bed.
“Don’t stop, Blaze. Don’t stop,” I moan.
He doesn’t stop. Can’t stop. I’ve got a death lock on his head with my hands and have my legs clamped behind his back. If he stops, he’s in for a world of hurt.
The tingling starts deep in my tummy — pressure and warmth that builds and spreads through my body like wildfire — until, like a powder keg going off, I’m shaking and thrashing and utterly helpless beneath his tongue.
My chest heaving, my body on fire, I look down and see him grinning. Then he stands. He reaches for the buckle on his jeans. Blaze doesn’t say a word as he slides his off his jeans and the boxers underneath.
“You’re too far away. Come here,” I say, and I stretch my legs out and hook them behind his back. It only takes one pull to bring his body to mine. I can feel his heat next to me and the firmness of his cock pressing right against my pussy. “And, since we’re already going to be late…”
The words die on my lips, turning to a gasping moan of pleasure as he fills me. Thick, hard heat turns me into a twitching mess all over again. The best I can manage is to hold on while Blaze fucks me — he’s so strong, so powerful, he tosses me around like I’m weightless and fucks me with primal ferocity.
And every gasping, back-clawing second of it is bliss.
“You looked so fucking hot today,” he growls in my ear. “Coming home in your work clothes, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you looked like underneath and how dirty I could make you.”
I rock my hips against his. For a second, the world goes black as his dick hits a place deep inside me that makes my nerves explode like fireworks.
“Is that so?” I moan. I squeeze him tighter to me with my legs; I can’t get close enough to this man.
“It is. In fact,” he says. Then he stops. With one motion, he breaks the hold my legs have on him. With another, he flips me over. “How dirty do you feel like
