Chapter 38
She was nervous,but excited too. Blaze had his hands full of her ass as he pressed her back against the counter. Emma’s palms were still on his chest, but they slid up and around his back to grip his shoulders as he lowered his head and claimed her mouth.
If their previous kisses had been hot and sweet, this one was raw and full of the kind of heat that incinerated. Blaze claimed her lips, her tongue, sucking and devouring in a way that made her whimper with need.
Only Blaze was capable of the kind of kiss that filled her soul with sweetness and made her want to climb his magnificent body and ride him until she collapsed from exhaustion and pleasure.
When he lifted her onto the counter, she could only gasp at the power and speed at which he did so. His hands were free to roam then. He wrapped one hand around her throat, beneath her jaw, gently holding her there while he devoured her mouth. She thought maybe it should terrify her, but it didn’t.
Blaze was safe. Blaze was her protector. Whatever he did, he did for her.
And that made her feel more powerful than she ever had before.
Emma leaned into his hand, giving him all her trust, and he made a sound in his throat that strummed her senses with the rawness of it.
“Emma,” he whispered, breaking the kiss to trail his tongue down her throat where his hand had been. “Beautiful, sexy Emma.”
His words thrilled her. Nobody had ever called her beautiful and sexy in the same sentence. She was nerdy and sexy sometimes in a naughty librarian kind of way, but never beautiful.
She felt beautiful now. With him.
“Please,” she said, though she didn’t know what she was saying it for.
Blaze stepped back and ripped her sweatshirt off in one smooth motion. She hadn’t put on a bra yet. Her breasts were small, a B-cup, nothing like the great rack Rory had, and she felt the first prickling of unease when Blaze’s eyes dropped to take them in.
What if he was a boob man?
She was going to be so disappointing without her pushup bra.
“Gorgeous,” he said as if sensing her burgeoning unease. His electric gaze caught hers. Held. “You’re gorgeous, Emma.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Her voice sounded small.
“Stating a fact, babe,” he said. “Any man would think so because it’s the truth.”
He made her feel effervescent inside. Filled with happy bubbles that popped and fizzed like the finest champagne.
“Careful, or I’ll have to tell you I love you. Because that’s an amazing thing to say to a woman, in case you didn’t know. And if I do say it, then things are gonna get awkward because the L-word has entered the building, and we haven’t even had sex yet.”
She was babbling, but he seemed to find it amusing because he snorted a laugh.
“How the hell do you make me laugh and want to eat you up at the same time?”
“I dunno. Comedy isn’t normally in my wheelhouse.”
“Damn, Sunshine. You’re one of a kind, you know that?”
She wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing, but she settled on good when he dropped his mouth to a nipple and sucked it between his lips.
Emma’s fingers curled into the muscles of his shoulders. “Oh my God,” she breathed as her head fell back.
Blaze sucked just hard enough to make her squirm. To make a thread of need ache from her nipple to her pussy. She could feel the swelling of her labia, her clitoris, the subtle signals that indicated arousal. Or not so subtle considering how wet she already was.
Blaze blew on her nipple. It hardened into a tight point as he sucked the other one.
Emma put a hand behind her so she could thrust her breast into his face. Her other hand clutched the back of his head, holding him to her as he suckled and nibbled while she closed her eyes and let sensation cascade over her like a shower of sparks on the fourth of July.
“Need to taste more of you,” he growled, reaching for the waistband of her yoga pants.
Emma yelped as he started to drag them down. He paused.
“Here? On the kitchen island?”
“Why not? There’s plenty of time to make it to the bed… or the couch. Unless you prefer the bed?”
She shook her head. Prefer it? No. It was just that no man had ever stripped her naked on a granite island before. She lifted her hips and Blaze tugged her pants off and dropped them. Emma felt the tops of her ears go hot. She had an urge to cover herself with her hands, but she purposefully put both behind her on the island.
“Open your legs, Emma.”
She was going to die of embarrassment. Thank God the curtains were closed, or downtown Sutton’s Creek would be getting quite a show. Still, she managed to spread her legs very slowly until she was completely exposed to his gaze.
“Damn, Sunshine, you’re so fucking perfect.”
He curled his fingers and brushed his knuckle down her abdomen before sliding one finger into the hot seam of her pussy.
“Wet,” he growled. “So fucking wet for me.”
“You’ve kept me waiting,” she whispered, heart hammering. “I’ve wanted you for a while now.”
He slid that finger into her channel, and she moaned. “Have you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you touch yourself while you thought about me, Emma?”
He added his thumb to the mix, skimming her clit until she was ready to beg him not to stop. “Yes,” she blurted. “I did. I touched myself, made myself come, but I wanted your cock instead of my fingers.”
He pulled his finger from her body and sucked it into his mouth. “Mmm,” he said. “You taste sweet, Emma. Like honey and cream.”
She didn’t think he was serious, because tasting like those things wasn’t possible, but it was one of the most erotic things anyone had ever said to her.
“You said you wanted my cock. What about my tongue?”
A fresh wave of arousal flooded her system, dripped down the insides of her legs. She was so wet it should be embarrassing.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want your tongue.”
“Where, baby?”
His jeans bulged where he strained against the faded fabric. She thought if she could pull her phone out and take a picture of the way he looked with his jeans low on his hips and that massive hard on, she could get off to that every night when this was over.
No. Don’t think about the end yet.
She slid her hand over her mound, down to curl a finger around her clit, and then pushed two fingers inside herself before brushing her clit again. “I want your tongue here. Inside me, on my clit, making me come. And I want you to take your jeans off.”
“Whatever you want, Sunshine.”
He started to unzip his jeans but she grabbed his hand and tugged him closer so she could do it herself. Their eyes met and held while she slid his zipper down and pushed the jeans open. His cock lay against his belly, held in place by his boxer briefs.
She peeled those back too, then pushed them down his hips. Blaze took over, kicking them off until he stood naked before her.
Everything—and she did mean everything—was perfection. Yes, he had some scars, the round pucker of a bullet hole, the slash of a knife, faded hairline scars from older, more minor injuries.
But his skin was beautiful the way it moved over lean muscle. He had abs, and he had a visible inguinal ligament, or Adonis belt. That lean groove on either side of his abdomen that pointed the way down to a very hard, very erect penis.
So sexy.
She reached for his cock, but he stepped back. “Not yet,” he told her. “I get to play first. Now lean back. Can you do that with your arm?”
“I can lean to one side.”
“Then do that. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”
Emma did what he told her to do. He took an ankle and lifted it until he could place her foot on the island. Opening her to him.
Excitement drummed in her veins, her sex, throbbing through her with the need to be touched. The need to find release.
He leaned over her and sucked her nipples again while he played with her pussy. And then he kissed his way down her abdomen before sliding his hot tongue into the groove of her sex.
“Oh my God,” she moaned.
Blaze opened her with his thumbs. When he sucked her clit between his lips, she couldn’t help but sob his name. She was so freaking close. He’d licked her pussy for fifteen seconds max, and she was going to blow.
Emma lay back on the island and closed her eyes. The granite was cool beneath her skin, but it didn’t stop the fire sizzling through her.
Blaze fucked her with his fingers, sucked her clit rhythmically. One second Emma was trying to hold off her orgasm, trying to make the sensations last, and the next she was arching off the island, calling his name as her body splintered into toe-curling pieces.
He didn’t stop the motion of his fingers, though he gentled the pressure on her clit as she moaned through her climax. When it was done and she was limp as a wet noodle, she stared up at the old tin ceiling of the Sutton building and gulped in air.
She hadn’t done anything besides come loud and hard, but she felt like she’d run a marathon.
Had any of her ancestors shattered like they were made of spun sugar while a gorgeous man made them scream beneath this ceiling before? If they had, she didn’t think it could have been nearly as good as what Blaze Connolly had done to her.
Wow.
He worked his way up her abdomen, stopping to worship her nipples, before continuing up her throat to her mouth, which he took as if he owned it.
She gave it to him, too. Because, hell, so far as she was concerned, he did own it.
Nobody had ever made her shatter so completely as he had just now.
And he wasn’t done yet if the erection against her thigh was any indication.
Blaze kissed her hard and deep, cupping her face in his broad hands as he took what he wanted. When he was done, his mouth hovered above hers.
“I’d spend a lot more time eating your pussy if this thing between us was typical, but it’s not, and I need to be inside here.”
He cupped her mound in his hand and pressed the heel of his palm against her. A thrill shot through her at how he touched her. How he just knew the right way to do it.
“I need that, too.”
He straightened. “I gotta say, as hot as I think it’d be to fuck you on this island, I don’t want that to be our first time together. Couch or bed?”
“Couch is closer.”
“Damn straight.”
She thought he’d help her down, but instead he scooped her up and carried her to the couch, laying her back more gently than she expected he would.
“Gotta get a condom. Be right back.”
He kissed her quick and headed toward the bedroom. Emma watched his perfect ass as he walked away. She could hear Sassy pouncing on her cork in the kitchen and batting it around. The kitten was happy, and so was she.
Blaze was back in an instant, a strip of condoms in his hand. Emma laughed as she propped herself on an elbow.
“How many times do you plan to do it?”
“As many times as I can.”
He tore one off the strip and ripped it open. His cock was still hard, and when he took it in hand to roll on the condom, Emma felt a knot form in her belly. It wasn’t an unhappy knot, though.
It was need and desire and anticipation all rolled into one. This gorgeous, wet dream of a man was about to slide that beautiful cock inside her and fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight.
She couldn’t wait.
He didn’t pounce on her, much as she wanted him to. Instead, he grinned as he sank to his knees and put his hands beneath her ass, lifting her to his mouth.
“One more, Sunshine,” he murmured before he feasted on her again.
Emma shattered within seconds, her eyes squeezing shut as light exploded behind them. It had been so long since she’d felt this good. So damned long.
Blaze rolled up her body like a wave, settling between the legs she had to spread wide to accommodate him.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered as his dick slipped into her entrance.
“Me too.”
His eyes held hers as he slid home. It wasn’t sweet and it wasn’t rough. It was something in between, and it stole her breath away.
“You good?” he asked.
“Very.”
She could feel every inch of him. Every hard, thick inch.
Sogood, and he hadn’t even started to move yet.
“Babe, need you to know you’re in control here. You don’t like something, you tell me. You want to be on top, tell me. Need me to stop, tell me.”
Emma lifted herself until she could kiss him. “If it doesn’t feel good, I’ll tell you, okay? But right now, it feels fucking incredible.”
“Mmm,” he said, lifting himself enough to gaze down at where their bodies were joined. “Looks incredible, too.”
“Take me to the stars, Blaze,” she whispered.
He withdrew and drove deep, again and again, the power of his thrusts pinning her to the couch. Emma took everything he had to give, opening herself to him, rising and falling with him, her hands on his back and then, later, gripping his ass as she hurtled toward the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced.
It broke over her, cascading like a chain reaction through her nerve endings. She saw stars.
Literally couldn’t speak beyond the animal sounds in her throat as her body imploded.
Blaze was still moving, still dragging his cock against the base of her clit as he pounded into her, drawing out her release.
And then he stiffened and she felt him pulsing deep inside her as he came, his voice a hoarse shout in her ears.
It was long moments before she could move. Before Blaze shifted his weight off her and let cool air slide between them.
Her skin was damp. Her muscles trembled. And for the first time in months, she felt whole again. In control.
Blaze disappeared, presumably to take care of the condom, but then he was back, sliding down beside her, dragging the blanket off the back of the couch and draping it over them as the air turned chill on their heated bodies.
Sassy was in the living room, chasing her cork. Emma sighed as she pressed her cheek to Blaze’s chest. She could stay like this for hours.
“I need to get ready for work.”
“Me too.”
But neither of them moved.
“Thank you,” Emma said a few moments later.
“You’re welcome. What are you thanking me for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Three amazing orgasms before breakfast, maybe?”
“Then I need to thank you, too. My toes are still tingling.”
Emma snorted. “So are mine. We won’t even talk about my vagina.”
He leisurely skimmed a finger up and down her back. “Pretty sure I want to hear it.”
“There’s tingling for sure. And a bit of, um, soreness. Not bad,” she hurried to add. “But I won’t move today without thinking about you.”
He chuckled. “I know I should apologize, but I like that you’ll be feeling me every time you move.”
“Caveman,” she teased.
He kissed the top of her head. “I like my woman to know I’ll take care of her needs, whatever they may be.”
His woman.She liked the sound of that, but she didn’t point it out.
“Right now, I think I need to get dressed. Brenda will be opening the practice in half an hour.”
He flipped the covers back and slid down her body until his shoulders were between her legs, pushing them open. “Just enough time to make you come again before breakfast.”
“I don’t know if I can?—”
Whatever she started to say was lost when he swiped his tongue against her slick flesh.
She could come again. She did. More than once.