Deception, page 6
“Hey,” he exclaimed. “I thought you said you suck.”
She laughed, the alcohol speaking for her. She glanced at Blaze. “I do suck. I suck good.”
His face flushed crimson.
Hope burst out laughing.
There were a couple guys waiting for them to finish their round so they could have a turn, so Nick suggested they hit the dance floor.
* * *
Grace hadn’t had alcohol in over four months, so the two drinks she had hit her hard. She moved seductively on the dance floor, letting the music drive her body.
She didn’t blink an eye when Blaze came up behind her, slipping his hands on her hips. She’d never felt so sexy before, and they fit so perfectly together.
His hands splayed across her abdomen and she felt a tightening within her. He was touching her like he had in her dream.
Just like in that delicious dream, Grace had to see his eyes.
She turned in his arms and they continued to move in a perfect fluid dance. Their eyes locked, the intensity burning between them. She didn’t want to close her eyes, afraid he’d disappear.
His soft lips touched hers and she was lost in the kiss.
He gently probed her mouth and their tongues began the seductive dance their bodies had started.
Grace had been kissed before, but it had never been like this. Fire started at the base her neck and filled her entire form, all the way down to her toes.
In that one moment, they were alone.
She didn’t remember leaving the bar or entering the hotel, but everything after the door closed, would be forever etched in her mind.
Chapter Eight
Charles followed Jason. What the man could possibly need?
They walked in silence to the office just past the entrance to the dressing room, the only sound was the clop-clop of their shoes. He couldn’t take his mind off what happened with Grace and what she had said.
“Damn it, Charles, you’re about to ruin everything.”
No. He was trying to make things better.
He’d been waiting five months for this moment. Why couldn’t she see that?
His shoulders tightened and he became agitated, hearing her words in his head again.
“I’m sorry, Charles. We don’t have the chemistry you want.”
They had chemistry.
That was what made the play a huge success; the way they were meant for each other. Like their characters. Maddie and Louis started out as secret friends, then she was kidnapped and seduced by Der Hahn. It took that tragic affair for her to realize Louis was her true love.
“Come on in.” Jason pulled him back to the moment. He opened the door to the office, flicking on a harsh overhead light.
Charles blinked a few times, his eyes not quite adjusted to the change.
“Have a seat. We need to chat.”
He cringed. No one liked hearing those four words together. It never boded well for the recipient. He sat in a chair that matched the desk.
“I want to thank you for pushing me at auditions to choose Grace for Maddie. You had a good eye and I’m grateful for that. She has been an asset to the company I never knew I needed.” His boss sat on the edge of the mahogany desk crossing his ankles, looking down on Charles.
“I told you, I needed her.“ He stumbled. “You needed her. She is Maddie.”
“Indeed. With the show ending, though, I feel it my responsibility to pull you aside and point something out. I see the way you look at her. When you’re not in character. I’m a little concerned.”
“Excuse me?” This was none of Jason’s business.
“I’ve seen it before. You have feelings for your costar. Don’t deny it. We’ve all seen it.” The man he worked for stood and began pacing the room.
“And…” Charles began, knowing his ‘boss’ wasn’t done yet.
“And I think you need to take a step back. Look at the big picture here. We only have one more show, and after tomorrow night, you many never see her again. You need to let go.”
“You need to let me go.”
He heard Grace’s words coming from Jason.
“I know you’re wrong. She does have feelings for me.” He rushed to his feet. The chair scraped across the concrete floor. “She’s just waiting for the show to end. That’s how professional she is. You’ll see.” He didn’t wait to see if Jason had anymore unwanted options. He spun on his heels and stormed out of the office.
He returned to the darkness of center stage, where Grace’s scent still lingered.
Fuck you, Jason! You wouldn’t know love if it ran your sorry tanned ass over!
Had the man not been watching their performance that night? It’d been so emotional. Charles had felt the turmoil his character went through, seeing the girl he loved being pulled away from him.
At the wine party, he’d been watching her flit from group to group, laughing and smiling as they chatted her up. He noticed the way she interacted with all the other men in the room. It wasn't so much that she was flirting; she just had such an effervescent personality, all people were drawn to her.
She may not have meant for him to fall in love with her, but it was done nonetheless.
He wasn't giving up. She would be his.
She said she loves me.
His hand lovingly caressed the hardwood of the stage where Grace had previously been sitting.
He needed her to kiss him; kiss him and mean it.
She said no.
Charles wanted so badly to make her do it.
It’d taken all his restraint to let her walk away.
One more night. I can wait one more night.
Across the street from the theater, he saw the neon sign for a bar. A stiff drink was exactly what he needed. The single glass of wine he’d had at just an hour ago had done nothing for him. He needed a little help if he was going to make it through the night.
When he pushed open the door to the bar, he could swear Grace’s scent was still around him. He breathed it in and held it for a moment, slowly letting it out as he went to get to get a drink. “Double Jack and Coke, light on the ice.“ Charles turned away after ordering, leaning his back against the edge, and he took in the scene around him.
The club scene wasn’t his thing; he always seemed to get recognized. However, this place was the type of bar that none of his fans would be found dead in. It was more like a biker bar than a dance club.
Perfect.
He watched a couple moving seductively on the dance floor, wishing it was Grace with him, seducing each other through music and movement. His cock twitched. If only Grace pressed herself against him like that woman was doing to some lucky chap.
The bartender grabbed his attention, his drink was ready.
Charles started a tab and returned to his people watching. He took a slow sip of his cold libation, then almost dropped the glass when he glanced to the right side of the room. There, bent over a pool table with Blaze far too close, was his Grace.
He set the glass down with the clank, causing some of the contents to spill over the rim. This was the last thing he’d expected to see. Hadn’t she had gone back to the hotel with the rest of the cast?
She didn’t drink, so what the fuck was she doing there?
With Blaze?
Friend of not, he wanted to kill the man.
His brother’s words from the night before came crashing back. “I think you still have competition, little brother.”
Blaze? That was his competition?
I don’t think so, old friend.
This was just another scene that needed to play out.
In the show when Maddie was kidnapped, Louis had to fight off the roustabouts. However, there was no one here for him to fight, besides Blaze.
Charles picked up his drink and downed it in just a few gulps, not once coming up for a breath of air. He waved to the bartender. “Another.”
He tried to take his eyes off of Grace with Blaze; anything to calm the rage building inside him. The cold of his drink helped soothe the burning in his cheeks, but the liquor only fueled the fire in his belly.
He wanted to rush across the room, rip his old friend from her side, and pummel his face until he was no longer recognizable. What little sanity he was gripping tightly to, reminded him it would make matters worse.
Charles had to wait.
He scanned the room again. In the far corner, past the dance floor, and thankfully as far away from the pool table as could be, there was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling next to a pinball machine.
Exactly what he needed.
If he couldn’t beat the shit out of Blaze, then he could take it out on the punching bag.
He slid the bartender at five dollar bill.
“Got change?”
“Dude, there’s a coin machine right over there,” the surly man pointed out.
Charles took back his money, grabbed his drink, and headed for the corner.
* * *
His knuckles burned, threatening to split open with the force he was dishing out to the bag. Throw after throw, he took all his anger and frustration out on the bag.
He only stopped long enough to pick up his drink and once again upend it.
Charles set the glass back down and saw out of the corner of his eye, her chestnut hair, the golden highlights illuminated by the lights on the small square dance floor.
She was alone, dancing to the beat of the music, her body moving lithely, seductively. Grace’s eyes were closed, head tilted to one side, as she slowly turned in place.
He’d never seen anything so beautiful. His body reacted to the sight, his jeans far too tight for his growing erection. He touched it gingerly, wishing it was her hand on him.
Charles ran his palm up and down the length, feeling his cock pulsate as he watched her. His heart beat heavy with every boom of the bass. He took an involuntary step forward, wanting to touch her. To have her touch him.
Blaze stepped up behind her, putting his hands all over Grace, touching her in ways only he should touch her. Like a bucket of ice water over the head, his body went cold. His hands balled into tight fists, his knuckles protesting with pain.
Get a grip Charles, you have to wait. This is your Der Hahn. He’s trying to seduce Maddie. He can’t have her. In the end, she will be mine.
He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to bring an ounce of discomfort to ease the aching in his groin It didn’t help.
Charles sat at the little table, continuing to watch from the dark corner as Blaze ran his hands along Grace’s stomach, like he did when they danced on stage.
The dark haired man turned her in his arms, wrapping them around her, his hands crossed at her waist.
When his old friend leaned in to capture Grace’s lips, he shot up out of the seat, knocking the table over. The glass shattering as the empty drink hit the ground. He looked down at what he’d done, then around him to see if anyone had reacted.
No one looked his way.
He righted the table. After getting the chair back on all fours too, he looked back toward the dance floor. Grace and Blaze were gone.
Son of a bitch! He’s taken her!
Chapter Nine
Grace’s heart thundered.
Blaze closed the hotel room door behind them.
The alcohol she’d consumed was doing nothing for the knots in her stomach. She’d never been the type of girl to be in a position like this.
Hope was right; I need to learn to live again.
She’d probably never see Blaze again after this weekend. So why not go for it?
Grace had been attracted to him from the moment they’d met, so making this choice was logical, right?
Blaze stepped back to her, tugging playfully at the hem of her red shirt, and bringing her fully into the room. With their eyes locked, he began undressing her. One by one he released each button, his knuckles grazing up her skin as they went.
Goosebumps danced along her skin.
His fingertips slipped across her collarbone until he could grasp her shirt in his hands, sliding it off her arms to let it flutter to the floor. She let out a sigh when he reached around and unhooked her bra. It joined her shirt.
Grace bit back a gasp when Blaze tenderly took her breasts into his hands.
His thumbs gently caressed, tightening her nipples to hard nubs. He dropped his head to take the right one into the heat of his mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat and she slipped her fingers into his dark hair, holding on as he tasted her flesh.
Blaze lifted his head only long enough to switch to the other breast. When he released her, she was panting.
I can’t breathe and we are just getting started.
He reached for the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He knelt on the carpet and slowly peeled them down her body.
As he went, inch by slow delicious inch, he left a kiss on her hot skin. First on the hipbone, then her upper thigh.
Grace had to put her hands on his shoulders, so she wouldn't lose her balance when she stepped out of her pants.
First he removed her red heels so the denim could come off.
She finally got to feel like Cinderella as he took one shoe, then the other before helping remove her jeans, then her panties. She waited for Blaze to stand, but he didn't.
He sat back on his heels, looking up at her.
Her heart hammered in her ears. She was bare before this man she’d just met, offering him something she swore she would never again give. She was scared, but exhilarated, the alcohol giving her courage she otherwise wouldn’t have.
Or stupidity, honey.
Grace leaned forward slightly to push back a lock of his hair that’d fallen forward.
He captured her hand. He turned her hand over and lightly traced her palm, followed by a soft kiss in the center.
Something so simple, and it had her letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
Blaze let her hand go and surprised her by running his fingers up the back of her legs. They almost gave out when he skimmed the crook of her knees, a very sensitive spot. He brought the light touch to her inner thighs and her body shook with anticipation.
She looked down, their eyes locking but still not a word said.
It was so intense.
His eyes seemed to change.
Darker.
Desire like she’d never seen.
Still on his knees, Blaze kissed both her hip bones, before he finally stood. He walked her backwards, until she met the bed. "Lay back,” he whispered, kneeling down again.
Grace obeyed, glad to have the chance to break their locked gaze.
He slipped a hand beneath each leg to place them over his shoulders, giving him full access to her center. He tugged her to the edge of the bed.
She felt the heat of his mouth take over her most sensitive spot. She gripped the blankets on his bed as his tongue moved with precision, bringing her body to life.
Blaze knew what he was doing.
I can’t believe I am doing this?!
He brought his hand up to hold her small patch of curls out of his way, so he could concentrate on her clit.
Far too quickly, as no man had done before, Grace’s body responded and a climax built. His hand left her curls, to go who knew where.
Wrapped in the moment of the intense pressure within her, panic warred with what her brain told her was going on.
What’s happening? Oh… My… God…
Blaze shifted slightly, but didn't stop his blissful torture on her body. He flicked his tongue with strength and speed, and her body tightened even more.
There was an explosion in her nether regions. Pleasure washed over her, chills throughout, but her skin was hot. The pulsing between her legs shot through the rest of her form, leaving her lightheaded.
An orgasm; she’d never had one before…
In the same moment, Blaze slipped her legs off his shoulders and rose.
He pressed against her sex and her body spasmed.
He entered her, just a little, as her body still convulsed, then pulled back and drove forward gently again.
“Blaze,” she could barely whisper. She was still riding her very first orgasm.
His hands slid up her thighs to grip her hips as he pressed into her, all the way to the hilt. Blaze moved with a precision that told her he’d done this often and with great skill.
It should’ve bothered her, but the passion and the intoxication, made Grace not care.
He groaned and continued to move in and out, his fingers keeping possession of her, holding her tight.
She wanted to see his face as he took her. She needed to remember it on the nights she felt alone; a reminder of what she didn’t intend to keep. “Blaze. Please,” Grace pleaded.
He stopped his delicious thrusting, giving her a chance to prop herself up on her elbows and look at him.
Blaze was fully dressed.
Of course he is.
She reached out a hand and he helped her up, his erection slipping about of her. She stood up, standing right in front of him. “It’s my turn,” she said seductively. She unbuttoned his black shirt with the speed of an actor, use to little time for costume changes.
Grace slipped it off, chased by his white undershirt. She’d seen the tattoos on his neck and hands but was amazed by the amount he had hidden by his clothing. She touched the beautiful artwork on his left pec, tracing the outline of the design. Her fingers skimmed up his shoulders to trail down his arms, both were covered with colorful tattoos.
They’re beautiful.
She looked up into his dark brown eyes as she grabbed for the waistband of his black jeans, slipping her hands over his hot skin.
Blaze trailed his fingertips along her bare arms, down to her hands, which were shaking with anticipation as she undressed him. “Do you trust me?” he whispered.
She’d trusted no one, with any capacity of herself, in so long, it was a foreign feeling. Grace trusted him, even if she wasn’t sure why.
“Yes.”
He took her hand and led her back to the bed, signaling for her to move to the center.
She laughed, the alcohol speaking for her. She glanced at Blaze. “I do suck. I suck good.”
His face flushed crimson.
Hope burst out laughing.
There were a couple guys waiting for them to finish their round so they could have a turn, so Nick suggested they hit the dance floor.
* * *
Grace hadn’t had alcohol in over four months, so the two drinks she had hit her hard. She moved seductively on the dance floor, letting the music drive her body.
She didn’t blink an eye when Blaze came up behind her, slipping his hands on her hips. She’d never felt so sexy before, and they fit so perfectly together.
His hands splayed across her abdomen and she felt a tightening within her. He was touching her like he had in her dream.
Just like in that delicious dream, Grace had to see his eyes.
She turned in his arms and they continued to move in a perfect fluid dance. Their eyes locked, the intensity burning between them. She didn’t want to close her eyes, afraid he’d disappear.
His soft lips touched hers and she was lost in the kiss.
He gently probed her mouth and their tongues began the seductive dance their bodies had started.
Grace had been kissed before, but it had never been like this. Fire started at the base her neck and filled her entire form, all the way down to her toes.
In that one moment, they were alone.
She didn’t remember leaving the bar or entering the hotel, but everything after the door closed, would be forever etched in her mind.
Chapter Eight
Charles followed Jason. What the man could possibly need?
They walked in silence to the office just past the entrance to the dressing room, the only sound was the clop-clop of their shoes. He couldn’t take his mind off what happened with Grace and what she had said.
“Damn it, Charles, you’re about to ruin everything.”
No. He was trying to make things better.
He’d been waiting five months for this moment. Why couldn’t she see that?
His shoulders tightened and he became agitated, hearing her words in his head again.
“I’m sorry, Charles. We don’t have the chemistry you want.”
They had chemistry.
That was what made the play a huge success; the way they were meant for each other. Like their characters. Maddie and Louis started out as secret friends, then she was kidnapped and seduced by Der Hahn. It took that tragic affair for her to realize Louis was her true love.
“Come on in.” Jason pulled him back to the moment. He opened the door to the office, flicking on a harsh overhead light.
Charles blinked a few times, his eyes not quite adjusted to the change.
“Have a seat. We need to chat.”
He cringed. No one liked hearing those four words together. It never boded well for the recipient. He sat in a chair that matched the desk.
“I want to thank you for pushing me at auditions to choose Grace for Maddie. You had a good eye and I’m grateful for that. She has been an asset to the company I never knew I needed.” His boss sat on the edge of the mahogany desk crossing his ankles, looking down on Charles.
“I told you, I needed her.“ He stumbled. “You needed her. She is Maddie.”
“Indeed. With the show ending, though, I feel it my responsibility to pull you aside and point something out. I see the way you look at her. When you’re not in character. I’m a little concerned.”
“Excuse me?” This was none of Jason’s business.
“I’ve seen it before. You have feelings for your costar. Don’t deny it. We’ve all seen it.” The man he worked for stood and began pacing the room.
“And…” Charles began, knowing his ‘boss’ wasn’t done yet.
“And I think you need to take a step back. Look at the big picture here. We only have one more show, and after tomorrow night, you many never see her again. You need to let go.”
“You need to let me go.”
He heard Grace’s words coming from Jason.
“I know you’re wrong. She does have feelings for me.” He rushed to his feet. The chair scraped across the concrete floor. “She’s just waiting for the show to end. That’s how professional she is. You’ll see.” He didn’t wait to see if Jason had anymore unwanted options. He spun on his heels and stormed out of the office.
He returned to the darkness of center stage, where Grace’s scent still lingered.
Fuck you, Jason! You wouldn’t know love if it ran your sorry tanned ass over!
Had the man not been watching their performance that night? It’d been so emotional. Charles had felt the turmoil his character went through, seeing the girl he loved being pulled away from him.
At the wine party, he’d been watching her flit from group to group, laughing and smiling as they chatted her up. He noticed the way she interacted with all the other men in the room. It wasn't so much that she was flirting; she just had such an effervescent personality, all people were drawn to her.
She may not have meant for him to fall in love with her, but it was done nonetheless.
He wasn't giving up. She would be his.
She said she loves me.
His hand lovingly caressed the hardwood of the stage where Grace had previously been sitting.
He needed her to kiss him; kiss him and mean it.
She said no.
Charles wanted so badly to make her do it.
It’d taken all his restraint to let her walk away.
One more night. I can wait one more night.
Across the street from the theater, he saw the neon sign for a bar. A stiff drink was exactly what he needed. The single glass of wine he’d had at just an hour ago had done nothing for him. He needed a little help if he was going to make it through the night.
When he pushed open the door to the bar, he could swear Grace’s scent was still around him. He breathed it in and held it for a moment, slowly letting it out as he went to get to get a drink. “Double Jack and Coke, light on the ice.“ Charles turned away after ordering, leaning his back against the edge, and he took in the scene around him.
The club scene wasn’t his thing; he always seemed to get recognized. However, this place was the type of bar that none of his fans would be found dead in. It was more like a biker bar than a dance club.
Perfect.
He watched a couple moving seductively on the dance floor, wishing it was Grace with him, seducing each other through music and movement. His cock twitched. If only Grace pressed herself against him like that woman was doing to some lucky chap.
The bartender grabbed his attention, his drink was ready.
Charles started a tab and returned to his people watching. He took a slow sip of his cold libation, then almost dropped the glass when he glanced to the right side of the room. There, bent over a pool table with Blaze far too close, was his Grace.
He set the glass down with the clank, causing some of the contents to spill over the rim. This was the last thing he’d expected to see. Hadn’t she had gone back to the hotel with the rest of the cast?
She didn’t drink, so what the fuck was she doing there?
With Blaze?
Friend of not, he wanted to kill the man.
His brother’s words from the night before came crashing back. “I think you still have competition, little brother.”
Blaze? That was his competition?
I don’t think so, old friend.
This was just another scene that needed to play out.
In the show when Maddie was kidnapped, Louis had to fight off the roustabouts. However, there was no one here for him to fight, besides Blaze.
Charles picked up his drink and downed it in just a few gulps, not once coming up for a breath of air. He waved to the bartender. “Another.”
He tried to take his eyes off of Grace with Blaze; anything to calm the rage building inside him. The cold of his drink helped soothe the burning in his cheeks, but the liquor only fueled the fire in his belly.
He wanted to rush across the room, rip his old friend from her side, and pummel his face until he was no longer recognizable. What little sanity he was gripping tightly to, reminded him it would make matters worse.
Charles had to wait.
He scanned the room again. In the far corner, past the dance floor, and thankfully as far away from the pool table as could be, there was a punching bag hanging from the ceiling next to a pinball machine.
Exactly what he needed.
If he couldn’t beat the shit out of Blaze, then he could take it out on the punching bag.
He slid the bartender at five dollar bill.
“Got change?”
“Dude, there’s a coin machine right over there,” the surly man pointed out.
Charles took back his money, grabbed his drink, and headed for the corner.
* * *
His knuckles burned, threatening to split open with the force he was dishing out to the bag. Throw after throw, he took all his anger and frustration out on the bag.
He only stopped long enough to pick up his drink and once again upend it.
Charles set the glass back down and saw out of the corner of his eye, her chestnut hair, the golden highlights illuminated by the lights on the small square dance floor.
She was alone, dancing to the beat of the music, her body moving lithely, seductively. Grace’s eyes were closed, head tilted to one side, as she slowly turned in place.
He’d never seen anything so beautiful. His body reacted to the sight, his jeans far too tight for his growing erection. He touched it gingerly, wishing it was her hand on him.
Charles ran his palm up and down the length, feeling his cock pulsate as he watched her. His heart beat heavy with every boom of the bass. He took an involuntary step forward, wanting to touch her. To have her touch him.
Blaze stepped up behind her, putting his hands all over Grace, touching her in ways only he should touch her. Like a bucket of ice water over the head, his body went cold. His hands balled into tight fists, his knuckles protesting with pain.
Get a grip Charles, you have to wait. This is your Der Hahn. He’s trying to seduce Maddie. He can’t have her. In the end, she will be mine.
He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to bring an ounce of discomfort to ease the aching in his groin It didn’t help.
Charles sat at the little table, continuing to watch from the dark corner as Blaze ran his hands along Grace’s stomach, like he did when they danced on stage.
The dark haired man turned her in his arms, wrapping them around her, his hands crossed at her waist.
When his old friend leaned in to capture Grace’s lips, he shot up out of the seat, knocking the table over. The glass shattering as the empty drink hit the ground. He looked down at what he’d done, then around him to see if anyone had reacted.
No one looked his way.
He righted the table. After getting the chair back on all fours too, he looked back toward the dance floor. Grace and Blaze were gone.
Son of a bitch! He’s taken her!
Chapter Nine
Grace’s heart thundered.
Blaze closed the hotel room door behind them.
The alcohol she’d consumed was doing nothing for the knots in her stomach. She’d never been the type of girl to be in a position like this.
Hope was right; I need to learn to live again.
She’d probably never see Blaze again after this weekend. So why not go for it?
Grace had been attracted to him from the moment they’d met, so making this choice was logical, right?
Blaze stepped back to her, tugging playfully at the hem of her red shirt, and bringing her fully into the room. With their eyes locked, he began undressing her. One by one he released each button, his knuckles grazing up her skin as they went.
Goosebumps danced along her skin.
His fingertips slipped across her collarbone until he could grasp her shirt in his hands, sliding it off her arms to let it flutter to the floor. She let out a sigh when he reached around and unhooked her bra. It joined her shirt.
Grace bit back a gasp when Blaze tenderly took her breasts into his hands.
His thumbs gently caressed, tightening her nipples to hard nubs. He dropped his head to take the right one into the heat of his mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat and she slipped her fingers into his dark hair, holding on as he tasted her flesh.
Blaze lifted his head only long enough to switch to the other breast. When he released her, she was panting.
I can’t breathe and we are just getting started.
He reached for the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He knelt on the carpet and slowly peeled them down her body.
As he went, inch by slow delicious inch, he left a kiss on her hot skin. First on the hipbone, then her upper thigh.
Grace had to put her hands on his shoulders, so she wouldn't lose her balance when she stepped out of her pants.
First he removed her red heels so the denim could come off.
She finally got to feel like Cinderella as he took one shoe, then the other before helping remove her jeans, then her panties. She waited for Blaze to stand, but he didn't.
He sat back on his heels, looking up at her.
Her heart hammered in her ears. She was bare before this man she’d just met, offering him something she swore she would never again give. She was scared, but exhilarated, the alcohol giving her courage she otherwise wouldn’t have.
Or stupidity, honey.
Grace leaned forward slightly to push back a lock of his hair that’d fallen forward.
He captured her hand. He turned her hand over and lightly traced her palm, followed by a soft kiss in the center.
Something so simple, and it had her letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.
Blaze let her hand go and surprised her by running his fingers up the back of her legs. They almost gave out when he skimmed the crook of her knees, a very sensitive spot. He brought the light touch to her inner thighs and her body shook with anticipation.
She looked down, their eyes locking but still not a word said.
It was so intense.
His eyes seemed to change.
Darker.
Desire like she’d never seen.
Still on his knees, Blaze kissed both her hip bones, before he finally stood. He walked her backwards, until she met the bed. "Lay back,” he whispered, kneeling down again.
Grace obeyed, glad to have the chance to break their locked gaze.
He slipped a hand beneath each leg to place them over his shoulders, giving him full access to her center. He tugged her to the edge of the bed.
She felt the heat of his mouth take over her most sensitive spot. She gripped the blankets on his bed as his tongue moved with precision, bringing her body to life.
Blaze knew what he was doing.
I can’t believe I am doing this?!
He brought his hand up to hold her small patch of curls out of his way, so he could concentrate on her clit.
Far too quickly, as no man had done before, Grace’s body responded and a climax built. His hand left her curls, to go who knew where.
Wrapped in the moment of the intense pressure within her, panic warred with what her brain told her was going on.
What’s happening? Oh… My… God…
Blaze shifted slightly, but didn't stop his blissful torture on her body. He flicked his tongue with strength and speed, and her body tightened even more.
There was an explosion in her nether regions. Pleasure washed over her, chills throughout, but her skin was hot. The pulsing between her legs shot through the rest of her form, leaving her lightheaded.
An orgasm; she’d never had one before…
In the same moment, Blaze slipped her legs off his shoulders and rose.
He pressed against her sex and her body spasmed.
He entered her, just a little, as her body still convulsed, then pulled back and drove forward gently again.
“Blaze,” she could barely whisper. She was still riding her very first orgasm.
His hands slid up her thighs to grip her hips as he pressed into her, all the way to the hilt. Blaze moved with a precision that told her he’d done this often and with great skill.
It should’ve bothered her, but the passion and the intoxication, made Grace not care.
He groaned and continued to move in and out, his fingers keeping possession of her, holding her tight.
She wanted to see his face as he took her. She needed to remember it on the nights she felt alone; a reminder of what she didn’t intend to keep. “Blaze. Please,” Grace pleaded.
He stopped his delicious thrusting, giving her a chance to prop herself up on her elbows and look at him.
Blaze was fully dressed.
Of course he is.
She reached out a hand and he helped her up, his erection slipping about of her. She stood up, standing right in front of him. “It’s my turn,” she said seductively. She unbuttoned his black shirt with the speed of an actor, use to little time for costume changes.
Grace slipped it off, chased by his white undershirt. She’d seen the tattoos on his neck and hands but was amazed by the amount he had hidden by his clothing. She touched the beautiful artwork on his left pec, tracing the outline of the design. Her fingers skimmed up his shoulders to trail down his arms, both were covered with colorful tattoos.
They’re beautiful.
She looked up into his dark brown eyes as she grabbed for the waistband of his black jeans, slipping her hands over his hot skin.
Blaze trailed his fingertips along her bare arms, down to her hands, which were shaking with anticipation as she undressed him. “Do you trust me?” he whispered.
She’d trusted no one, with any capacity of herself, in so long, it was a foreign feeling. Grace trusted him, even if she wasn’t sure why.
“Yes.”
He took her hand and led her back to the bed, signaling for her to move to the center.
