Chapter 5
Chapter Five
W e burst out of the strip club, the cool mountain air a shock to my overheated skin. Blaze’s hand is warm and firm around mine as he drags me toward his bike.
The roar of the engine shatters the quiet, and I swing my leg over, molding myself to his back without hesitation. In seconds, we exit the parking lot, Blaze’s back tire squealing on the pavement.
The wind whips my wig, the long blond strands tangling behind me. Blaze leans into the turns, taking the winding mountain roads at stupid speeds. Energy surges through my veins. From the fight, from our almost-tryst in the dressing room, from Blaze’s hard body between my thighs.
I press my cheek to his back. His scent surrounds me, leather and musk. It’s intoxicating. I tighten my arms around his waist, my fingers splaying over his taut abs.
When we arrive back at the Westend Motel, Blaze kills the engine. I climb off, my legs wobbly again. He stands, running a hand through his windblown hair. A twitch of his jaw muscle says he’s still wired from the fight.
In two steps, he closes the distance and yanks my wig off.
“Your black is so much better,” he growls.
I shake out my dark tresses while Blaze watches me, eyes intense and unreadable.
“Vina—”
“Inside,” I mutter, brushing past him.
The room is the same, bed rumpled, our few belongings strewn. I toss the wig along with the rest of my disguise onto the dresser and spin to face Blaze as he closes the door.
“Are you insane?” I demand.
He meets my gaze steadily. “He put his filthy fucking hands on you.”
“You can’t go smashing every guy who breathes near me.” I plant my hands on my hips.
“He’s lucky I didn’t shoot.” Blaze steps closer, crowding me. “And not every guy. Just the ones who forget their place.”
“And what place is that?” I challenge, tilting my chin up.
His eyes darken, his pupils eclipsing the blue. “Far fucking away from you.”
I can barely breathe as Blaze eye-fucks my mouth. My pulse pounds in my ears, my skin prickling with anticipation.
He reaches out, his rough fingertips grazing my cheek, trailing down to my neck. I shiver, my eyes fluttering closed. His touch ignites a fire, burning away any lingering doubts.
I’m giving in.
When his lips meet mine, it’s electric. The kiss is hard, demanding, filled with years of denied attraction. I fist my hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, eliminating any space between our bodies.
Blaze walks me backward until my legs collide with the edge of the bed. We tumble down, a tangle of limbs and seeking hands. He settles his weight over me, pinning me beneath his hard, muscular frame.
I arch up into him, needing the friction of his body against mine. His lips trail scorching kisses down my throat until he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts. Cool air washes over my heated skin as he strips the sequined top over my head, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck, Vina,” he groans, cupping my breasts in his large, calloused hands so hard it’s surely going to bruise. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
I moan as he rolls my nipples between his fingers, pleasure zinging straight to my core. Blaze dips his head, drawing one aching peak into the wet heat of his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
He licks, sucks, bites, until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate. My hands scrabble at his back, nails digging into his skin through the fabric.
Blaze kisses his way down my stomach, and I shiver, my abs contracting. He nips at the thin, sensitive skin just above the waistband of my leather pants. A wicked grin curves his lips, and he slides his fingers into the waistband and pulls.
I lift my hips, helping him peel the tight leather from my legs. His gaze rakes over my body, now clad only in a tiny scrap of black lace.
“These gotta go, princess,” he says, hooking his fingers in my panties.
I nod frantically, beyond words, beyond thought. Blaze drags my panties down my legs and tosses them aside. Then he settles between my thighs, nudging them further apart with his broad shoulders.
The first touch of his mouth against my aching sex is electric. My back bows off the bed as his tongue laves over my slit, circling, but I don’t want this now. I claw at his shirt, dragging him up my body.
“Later, Blaze. I need to be full right now.”
In a single swift move, Blaze swipes off his sweatshirt, revealing his gloriously chiseled chest and abs. Together, we fumble with the drawstring of his sweats, our hands shaking with urgency. I shove the fabric over his hips, and he kicks them away, leaving him bare before me in all his magnificent glory.
My breath catches at the sight of him, hard, straining, and ready. He’s huge, intimidating, but I’ve never wanted anything more.
Blaze settles his weight over me again, the delicious press of skin on skin making me gasp. I covet every inch of his rock-solid body, hot and heavy against my belly. This is nothing like the inept experiences I’ve had before.
He notches himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging my slick folds. “Tell me you want this, Vina.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
But he doesn’t drive inside yet. His voice turns gravelly. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”
“I need this.” My voice shakes with the truth of it. “You, Blaze. All of you.”
With a groan, he surges forward, sheathing himself inside me in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive size. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.
I’m squirming by the time he starts to move. Blaze withdraws almost completely before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts rocks me up the bed, the headboard banging.
I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him deeper, harder. My nails score his back, surely leaving angry red welts in their wake, but Blaze only growls his approval. He pounds into me, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
The room fills with the sounds of our coupling—the slap of sweat-slicked skin, the groan of mattress springs, our mingled pants and moans. The air is thick with the musky scent of our sex.
Blaze dips his head, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, more a brand than a caress. I meet him with equal fervor, biting at his bottom lip until I taste copper.
He hisses, his hips snapping harder, faster. The coil in my belly winds tighter with each relentless thrust, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
“Fuck, Vina,” Blaze pants against my mouth. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.”
His words, his voice, the raw need in it, send me hurtling towards the edge.
I cling to Blaze, my fingers digging into the flexing muscles of his back as he drives into me. Each devastating thrust sends a shock wave of pleasure through my body, building until I’m teetering on a fulcrum.
“That’s it, princess,” Blaze growls, his voice rough with strain. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
His words are my undoing. The coil in my belly snaps and I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me. I cry out, my body arching, my inner muscles clenching tight around Blaze’s pistoning cock, my soul soaring from my body in search of her match.
He swears, his rhythm faltering as my climax triggers his own. With a guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt, pulsing deep inside me as he, too, finds his release.
For a long moment, we simply cling to each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding. Blaze’s weight is a welcome anchor, his skin slick with sweat against mine. He presses his forehead to my shoulder, his breath hot and damp on my collarbone.
In the aftermath, the reality of what we’ve done settles over me like a lead blanket. I’ve just slept with the enemy. Crossed a line I can never uncross. And yet, with Blaze’s arms around me, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin, I can’t bring myself to regret it.
“That was…” He trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.”
We lapse into silence, and my mind whirls, questions and doubts and fears all clamoring for attention. How can we possibly go back to the way things were, with this monumental shift between us?
As if reading my thoughts, Blaze tightens his hold on me, dropping a kiss to the top of my head. “We’ll figure it out, Vina. Whatever happens, I’m not letting you go now.”
Before I can voice any of the emotions swelling in my chest, a shrill ring shatters the quiet.
We both tense.
Blaze rolls away, snatching the phone from the nightstand. “What?”
A deep voice says something I can’t make out.
Blaze meets my eyes and mouths, “Iron.”
He leans closer and tilts the receiver so we can both hear.
“Midnight,” Iron says. “The docks, east of the city. Don’t be late.”