Page 59 of Sheltered
Because I hadn’t stopped thinking about Blaze, particularly the excitement I felt about knowing he was going to be coming over to see me after he was done at work.
When he brought me home last night, we’d made the plan to see each other again today. Unfortunately, we couldn’t spend the entire day together since he had to work, but it was probably a good thing that had been the case, since it gave me the opportunity to take care of things I would have chosen to ignore if he had been here. I was so excited to see him now.
Ever since we’d had that discussion at my salon last week, I’d spent more days with Blaze than not. Sure, I didn’t get all day, every day with him, but I got a few hours. I loved it.
And while every moment we’d spent together had been wonderful, I wasn’t sure anything could have topped yesterday afternoon and evening. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it had been like to have Blaze making my body feel so good. It had been so great, so memorable, that I found if I thought hard enough about it, I could still feel his touch lingering.
The man was incredible. He had been so attentive and talented. Granted, I didn’t have anyone else to compare him to, but I was convinced his skills weren’t lacking. I’d never felt so good in all my life, not even when I’d used my own hands or toys on occasion.
As wonderful as yesterday had been with Blaze, he had insisted on making it all about me. It was nice. Generous. But Blaze’s insistence on me being the only one to benefit physically from the fun meant that my mind had been consumed by one particular thought today.
How was I going to be able to make him feel just as good today as he’d made me feel yesterday? Would Blaze welcome having my hands on him? Would I even succeed at accomplishing what I set out to do when I wasn’t even really sure where to start?
I didn’t have any answers to those questions, but I knew I intended to get some. I only hoped Blaze would allow it, because he deserved to feel some of the same that he’d given me. Plus, I wanted to watch and listen to him as he lost control. Considering he’d claimed it had been more than enough for him to see me like that, I wondered if I’d feel the same watching him come apart, knowing I’d made it happen for him.
I made it to my front door, swung it open, and rushed forward into Blaze’s arms. He didn’t miss a beat, effortlessly catching me and holding me close while lifting me slightly off the ground. After planting a kiss on his lips, I declared, “You’re early.”
“Is that okay?” he worried.
I nodded. “Of course, it is. But I don’t have dinner ready for us yet, because I wasn’t expecting you for at least another hour and a half.”
Blaze grinned, kept his firm hold on me, and stepped forward. He kicked the door closed behind him, nestled his face in my neck, and inhaled deeply. Only after he’d peppered several soft kisses to the skin along the top of my shoulder and up the side of my throat, he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I was hoping to use the extra time to work up an appetite and maybe start with an appetizer.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “What did you have in mind? Did you have a taste for something special?”
Blaze pulled his head back and allowed his eyes to roam over my face. There was such a look of contentment in his expression, like being able to hold me close like this after a day at work was all he’d ever need to have in his life. If that was the case, I couldn’t say I didn’t understand it, because I was quickly learning just how much happiness I felt whenever he was around.
“I did have something very special in mind,” he confirmed.
Tipping my head to the side, I asked, “What would you like?”
Without an ounce of hesitation, he answered, “You.”
My brows shot up in surprise. “Me?”
He nodded slowly. “I’d like more than just a taste of you, Harlow. If I’m honest, I think you could be a full-course meal.”
I licked my lips, wondering precisely what he wanted to do with me. I wasn’t naïve, and I was aware there were places he could put his mouth that might be enjoyable. If that’s what he wanted, I had no plans to stop him.
Because I liked him, and I wanted this as much as it seemed he did. I’d trusted him to make decisions about the places we’d go and the things we’d do when he took me out on dates, and I trusted him with this. I trusted him to take the lead and do this in a way that wouldn’t be too much too soon for me.
Of course, I was also aware that I needed to communicate with him and let him know what I was ready for. And since he seemed eager to get that taste, I didn’t think it was fair to delay him, even if I was a bundle of nerves.
“I’d be more than happy to have you figure out if that’s true,” I told him.
“Yeah? You’re okay with it?”
I pressed my lips together to stifle a grin as I nodded. “I trust you.”
Something warm stole over his expression, and one of his hands drove into my hair. “Baby…” he croaked. “Do you know how much it means to me to hear you say that?”
“Maybe half as good as it feels to be confident in saying it,” I guessed.
He let out a laugh. “That’s fair.”
We held each other’s stare for several moments in silence before I asked, “So, are you going to carry me to my bed, or are you going to keep me here, wondering what exactly you have planned for me?”
Blaze pressed a quick kiss to my lips and said, “Wrap your legs around my waist, and I’ll take you to your bed.”