Chapter 3
BLAZE
Pushing the door open, I make my way toward the bed. I lay her down on the comforter that smells like lavender. I hold her like she's something precious, because she is… Even if she doesn't know it yet.
She reaches for me and pulls me down over her. I lower myself over her, bracing my weight on my forearms so I don't crush her. Then she's kissing me again, desperate and searching. I exhale as my manhood aches and twitches for her.
I can be patient. I can be gentle. For Serena, I can be anything.
I kiss my way down her body like I'm mapping territory I plan to claim forever. I need to know exactly what makes her back arch off the bed. I work down her throat and across her collarbone until I reach the swell of her breasts.
"Blaze." My name is a plea on her lips. “I need more."
The sound of those words on her tongue makes all the blood rush between my legs. So I give her more.
I kiss down her stomach and over the soft curve of her belly. She tenses just for a second before she melts under the heat of my touch.
"You have no idea what these curves to do to me, do you?
" I drag my lips across her hip, and she shivers.
I put pressure on her thighs and she lets them fall open for me.
"These were made for my hands. This body?
" I press a kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"This body is fucking perfect. I’m going to spend all night showing you exactly what I mean… "
Her fingers find my hair as I settle between her thighs. She's already trembling.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, and then I taste her.
I run my tongue across her glistening slit and lap at her folds as she comes alive beneath me. Everything in me begs to be inside of her. I pin her down with one arm across her stomach and take long, slow strokes across her that make her whimper.
I pick up the pace until she’s gasping and her hips buck against my mouth. I stay there and work on her until she’s jumping in time with my every touch and claiming whats mine. Serena moans and her hands fist in the sheets.
"Blaze. I can't… I'm going to—"
"That's it, sweetheart. Let go. I've got you."
She shatters against my tongue, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
But I'm not done with her yet.
I don’t even let her recover before I kiss my way back up her body and settle my hips between her thighs. She's still trembling from the aftershocks. Her eyes are glazed and her full lips are parted.
"More?" I ask, positioning myself at her entrance.
She wraps her legs around my waist. "All of you. I want all of you."
My tip is already wet when I sink into her in one slow thrust. I can’t help the groan that escapes me. She's tight and I hold her there while her walls stretch around me.
"Fuck," I breathe against her neck. "You feel incredible."
Her nails dig into my shoulders and her hips lift up causing the softest friction. It’s slow at first as we find our rhythm. I savor every slide, every gasp, and every flutter of her beautiful body around mine.
But she's impatient with me now. She rocks against me, urging me faster with her heels against my back. I'm sure as hell not strong enough to deny her anything. I pound inside of her and feel the space between us dissolve.
I hold her in a way I've never held anyone… In a way I didn't know I was capable of. Every roll of my hips, every whispered word, every touch is magic.
"You're mine," I growl against her throat, and I feel her clench around me. "Say it."
"I'm yours." She's gasping now, right on the edge. "Blaze—I'm yours—"
It takes everything in me not to lose myself as I drive her toward the edge. I thrust until she falls apart in my arms with my name on her lips like a prayer. Then I let go too. I follow Serena with a gutteral moan that comes from somewhere deep in my chest. My heart pounds and she’s all I can see.
She clenches along my length and I stay inside of her as everything around us goes white. My heart pounds. Every muscle in my body tightens. I stare down at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and pour myself into her.
Only one thought echoes through my mind. One night with her will never be enough.
Afterward, we lay tangled together in her sheets.
Her head is on my chest. Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my stomach. I've got my arm around her, holding her close, and I don't ever want to move.
"That was..." She trails off.
"Yeah." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "It was."
"I don't do this, Blaze. I really don't. I can see why you might not think I’m telling the truth but—"
"I know you are.”
"It’s just that I have responsibilities and rules. My life that doesn't exactly have room for…” She hesitates and I feel her heart rate tick up. "For complications."
I should make this easy on her and tell her that this is just one perfect night we'll both walk away from. But I've never been good at doing what I should.
"What if I want to be a complication?"
She lifts her head, looks at me with something like fear in her eyes. "You don't even know me."
"Maybe not, but I see you." I brush my thumb across her cheek. "And I want to know you, if you’ll let me."
Serena doesn't answer. Instead, she lays her head back down on my chest and holds on tighter. I run a hand across the back of her hair. I trace the outline of her nipples beneath the thin sheet. I grow rockhard all over again.
But being this close to her is going to have to be enough for tonight because the next thing I hear is the sound of her heavy breathing.
I watch her as she nods off. Then she falls remarkably still in my arms. But when I move, she reaches for me even in her sleep. There’s a fragile strength to her that I can’t figure out and it’s intoxicating. Serena is everything I never knew I needed.
Somewhere between worshipping her body and sunrise, I must fall into a deep sleep of my own. Because when I wake up I reach for her and my hands find nothing but cold sheets. It’s a punch to the gut.
I sit up, blinking in the gray pre-dawn light. Her apartment is silent and too still. Her side of the bed is empty. The pillow is still dented where her head was.
But Serena is definitely gone.
There’s no note. No phone number. No explanation.
I lay back and stare at the ceiling for a long time. One night, is what she said. Even if this is only one night… But she’s wrong.
She's so damn wrong.
This thing between us is so much more than a complication. It’s the only thing that’s ever made sense and I’m not going to let go that easy. I get to my feet in a flurry of movement. I’ve got to find my girl.