Page 62 of Sheltered

One of my hands released the blanket and found the top of his head. I gripped his hair firmly in my hand as I called out a warning. “Boss, I’m going to come.”

Blaze did not relent. He kept at me, pushing me higher and higher until, finally, he sent me soaring.

I cried out as wave after wave moved through me, Blaze not taking his mouth away until he saw me through to the end.

Once I’d reached that point, he turned his head to the side, pressed another kiss to my inner thigh, and brought his body over mine.

I was panting, out of breath, and so unbelievably sated.

“Wow,” I marveled.

Blaze smiled against my lips before he kissed me, giving me a taste of myself. Then he asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes briefly. When I opened them, I confirmed, “Immensely. I wasn’t expecting that at all. I didn’t even know that was possible. And here I thought there wasn’t a single thing that could top what you did to me yesterday.”

Blaze shifted his body to the side of mine, propped his head in his hand, draped his other arm across my body, and glanced down at me with a look of amusement. “Baby, I promise it’s only ever going to be better each time you get something from me.”

I licked my lips. “Sounds like I’m a lucky girl, and as wonderful as that seems, it’s a bit disappointing.”

Confusion washed over him. “Disappointing? How is it disappointing?”

I rolled toward him and pressed my palm to the center of his chest. “I just don’t think it’s fair I’m the only one who’s benefitting from all of this.”

“Harlow, I told you I’m content to give you this. I promise there’s no rush,” he insisted.

“I understand, and I appreciate that you aren’t attempting to push me for anything. But even if we aren’t going to have sex right now, I still think it’d be nice if you’d let me do something to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel,” I explained.

His body tensed, his fingers pressing in firmly on my back. What he didn’t do was offer a verbal response.

Unsure what he was thinking, I ignored the nerves I felt and asked, “Is there something I can do for you? Can I touch you?”

Following a beat of tense silence, he gave me a nod. “Yeah, baby. You can touch me wherever you want to touch me.”

His voice was deep and husky, like he was trying to hold back his emotions.

Hope and excitement surged inside me. I wanted nothing more than to do this for him. “So, it’s okay if I take off your clothes?”

“Of course, you can.”

As excited as I was to see Blaze’s naked body and touch his skin, I didn’t move. When too much time passed without any action on my part, Blaze asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I… well, I… I’m not sure what exactly to do once I get your clothes off, and I don’t want to screw it up,” I stammered, heat hitting my cheeks.

Blaze curled his fingers around the back of my neck and gave me a squeeze. “Harlow, you’re naked, and I’ll be naked. If your hands are on me, however that comes, there isn’t anything that you can do to screw it up. But if it will ease your mind and quell the nerves you feel, I can show you what to do.”

“Okay,” I said softly before I moved and came to rest myself on my shins beside him.

I held his gaze for several beats, then I placed my hands beneath the hem of his shirt and began sliding it up his torso. His skin was so warm, and his muscles twitched beneath my touch. I’d made it to his chest, where Blaze helped by lifting his body and pulling it the rest of the way off.

For the first time, I finally understood the look Blaze gave me when he saw me naked. I’d only removed his shirt, and the attraction I felt for him had ratcheted up several notches. His body was strong and flawless.

I placed both of my palms on his chest and allowed my hands to touch and explore him. Blaze seemed perfectly content to let me take my time, and he even showed his appreciation for what I was doing with a groan when I bent forward at my waist and began kissing his chest and abdomen. There wasn’t any spot on him I didn’t want to kiss.

Eventually, I made my way to the fly of his jeans. I unfastened his belt, unbuttoned the fly, and slowly pulled the zipper down. My eyes met his, the heat in his gaze was undeniable.

“I think you’re going to have to lift your hips for me,” I told him.

Blaze didn’t hesitate. He lifted his hips, but he allowed me to be the one to pull his pants down. I’d gotten them off and yanked off his socks at the same time. My hands crawled their way back up his thick, muscular thighs until I reached his hips, where my fingers curled around the waistband of his boxer briefs.