Page 73 of Sheltered

“Then I think you should know I feel the same about you,” I told him.

He smiled at me and said, “I already know that.”

My head tipped to one side, and my eyes roamed over his face. “How do you already know I love you?”

“Because you wouldn’t be taking this step with me if you didn’t.”

I gave those words a moment to sink in, and I realized he was right. There wasn’t a chance I would have been here, completely content in his arms, eager to have this with him, if I hadn’t fallen in love with him.

Refusing to waste another minute, I said, “I’m ready for something spectacular, boss.”

Blaze seemed intent on granting my wish, because he lowered himself to the edge of the bed and captured my mouth with his. For a long time, all he did was kiss me and allow his hands to roam over my body.

Since my legs had been wrapped around his waist, my skirt had been hiked up high on my thighs, and Blaze’s touch on my skin made me feel like I was on fire. The heat and longing moved through me with every soft caress.

Finally, Blaze brought both of his hands to the back of my dress and began sliding the zipper down my back. His fingertips brushed along the skin there, and despite the warmth I felt inside, shivers ran down my arms and legs.

Once he’d gotten the zipper all the way down, Blaze brought his hands to the hem of my dress and worked to lift it over my hips, up my body, and over my head. Then I was there in nothing but a bra and a thong, my shoes having fallen off just inside my front door when Blaze first lifted me into his arms.

Wanting to feel his skin against mine, I bunched Blaze’s shirt in my hands and lifted it up over his head. The second it was gone, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted himself off the bed enough to flip us over, so I was on my back, and he was hovering over me.

God, I loved his body. His skin was soft and warm, and his muscles were strong. He always managed to move me around without appearing to struggle.

Blaze began kissing me along my jaw and down my throat. He kissed over my collarbone, his mouth eventually dipping down between my breasts.

One of his hands slipped between my back and the mattress, where he expertly unfastened my bra. His other hand came to the center of my chest, curled around the material, and pulled it from my body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he got out before he clamped his mouth over one of my nipples and sucked it in deep.

I didn’t think it’d be possible to feel any more sensations than I already did, but Blaze was intent on proving me wrong. As his tongue, teeth, and lips teased my breast, his hand crawled down my body, slipped beneath the top edge of my underwear, and his fingers went right between my legs.

“Oh,” I moaned, my hips jerking in response to his touch.

Though I could sense the hunger and desperation Blaze had for me, he wasn’t rushing this. He was sweet and gentle. His fingers played between my legs, circling my clit and using my wetness as he did.

One finger dipped inside, followed shortly afterward by the other. And it wasn’t long before Blaze’s mouth was taking a journey down my body. He pulled his fingers from me and replaced them with his tongue and lips. The sensation was too much. My head pressed back firmly into the mattress before I lifted it and gazed down at him.

Blaze’s hands were working at his jeans. I couldn’t pay attention to that, though, because his tongue flicked over my clit and forced me to drop my head back again.

Just like everything else he did, Blaze effortlessly built me up. I was panting, writhing, and on the verge of something big.

But by some miracle, I managed to pull myself from the fog and begged, “Wait. Wait.”

Immediately, Blaze stopped what he was doing and looked up. “What’s wrong?”

“I want it to happen with you,” I told him, hoping what I requested would even be possible.

Understanding what I wanted and always seeking to give it to me, Blaze moved. He’d removed his clothes, so I’d assumed he was ready to go. But he got off the bed, bent down, and picked up his jeans.

Curious as to what he was doing, I watched him. And a moment later, I realized what was happening.

Blaze had pulled out a condom. At least one of us was thinking straight.

It was at the sight of the condom when it hit me just how close I was to having what I wanted for the first time in my life and having it with him.

Blaze didn’t seem to mind that I watched as he rolled the condom on.

Once he had it on, he joined me in the bed again, brought his body over mine with his hips nestled between my parted thighs. I could feel him between my legs, nudging my opening.