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She opened the door to the guest room and tightened her hold on my hand, a questioning look on her face. In answer, I followed her into the room and closed the door behind me. Her mouth found mine even as we stumbled toward the bed, the electricity racing across my veins, making it difficult for me to think clearly.
When the backs of her legs hit the bed, I caught her wrists and broke the kiss. With my eyes locked on hers, I nudged her until she sat down on the edge of the bed. I kept my gaze on her face as I fell to my knees.
“I would love nothing more than to peel that dress off of you and take you right here,” I said as I slid my hands up her legs, slowly moving up her calves to her knees and then to her thighs. Her breathing hitched when my fingers inched under the hem of her dress. “But I don’t think that’d be a good idea with my aunt and uncle sleeping next door.”
She opened her mouth to protest but instead sucked in a breath as I pushed up her dress, exposing a pair of black cotton panties.
“But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going to leave you frustrated.”
Her knees parted, and I leaned down to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She made a soft sound that went straight to my cock. I ignored the erection, starting to press against the front of my pants, and focused instead on the woman in front of me.
“You’ve had me in your mouth,” I continued, “and now it’s my turn to taste you.”
I pulled aside the damp fabric hiding her from me and ran my tongue along her slit. She groaned, her legs falling further apart and opening her up more to me.
She reached out and put her hand on my head, tugging me toward her, and I wasted no time burying my face between her legs.
She cried out, but a pillow muffled the sound, so I didn’t pause. My tongue slid between her folds, circling her entrance before dipping into her core. I didn’t linger there, instead moving up to her clit and teasing that swollen bundle of nerves. Remembering what she’d liked with my fingers, I mimicked the movements with my tongue, making quick back-and-forth motions across the top.
She was panting heavily, quivering with excitement. Her scent was intoxicating, a mix of her feminine heat and the faint aroma of her soap hitting my senses. Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on as I lapped at her folds and teased her clit. With swift flicks of my tongue, I sent vibrations through her sensitive nerves.
I sucked on her clit, starting with mild suction, feeling the vibrant sensation of her quivering feminine flesh in my mouth. As she moaned and hissed, I increased the suction, making it harder, pulling tighter, and sliding my tongue across her swollen bud in long, slow strokes while pressing my lips tight around it.
As I lapped at her center, my tongue found her sensitive bud again and again as she groaned and gasped. Her scent grew stronger with every spasm, her taste becoming my own. The pillow muffled each moan, so I wasn’t too concerned about anybody hearing us.
My free hand found her entrance, and I slipped a finger inside her hot, tight channel. With each tongue thrust, I plunged deeper, adding a second finger, stretching her as she whimpered. She tasted like heaven on my tongue, and I savored the tangy, salty mix of her essence against the roof of my mouth.
Watching my fingers disappear into her core made my cock hard as a rock. I saw she was close, but I couldn’t stop. How could I? Not when her moans were a symphony to my ears, a soundtrack that caught me completely? I felt her inner walls pulse and shudder with desire, and I grew more insistent, suctioning harder on that bud while my fingers pistoned in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
Trisha’s breathing became more ragged as I prepared her body to clamber over the edge, her fingernails digging into my scalp and her hips thrusting against my face as her legs splayed, giving me better access to her tight channel. She was so close. I could feel it in the way her core pulsed in perfect rhythm with my fingers as they mimicked the actions of my tongue.
She shrieked, jerking under my ministrations as her legs trembled. I held on, riding the wave with her, enjoying the capsize of her senses. It was all I could do to let her ride out her orgasm, bathing in her ecstasy, tasting it, and feeling it course down my throat.
As she subsided, I lifted my head, my eyes locked on hers, her face a vision of satisfaction and, dare I say, relief.
“Blaze,” she breathed, eyes dark with desire. She scooted closer, nestling into my chest, taking long, shuddery breaths. “That was...that was incredible.” I kissed her forehead, biting back my need, the weight of her head on my shoulder grounding me in reality.
Her fingers traced circles on my chest, sending little sparks dancing across my skin. And while my body ached with unfulfilled needs, I knew that tonight wasn’t about us having sex - it was about showing her that I cared enough to give her pleasure without expecting anything in return.
Without thinking, my arm snaked around her waist, holding her close. She shifted slightly, bringing herself flush against me, her curves fitting perfectly against mine. There was something comforting about her warmth, the feel of her heartbeat pressed against mine. It was like coming home after a long journey, finally settling into the place where I belonged.
For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it might be like to share a future with her, to wake up every morning with her by my side, her hair splayed across the pillow as the early morning light caressed her sleeping face. To shuffle to the kitchen together, bleary-eyed, as the coffee brewed, wrapping my arms around her waist and planting a soft kiss on her temple. To come home after a long day and find her curled up on the couch, a contented smile lighting up her features when she saw me walk through the door. To climb into bed each night and pull her close, listening to her steady breathing as she drifted off to sleep, knowing she was safe and happy.
But the idea was foolish. I barely knew her. Despite the connection I felt, the sense that I had known her for far longer than I actually had, she was still practically a stranger. So, I pushed those thoughts aside, concentrating on the present moment.
What the hell was this woman doing to me?
TEN
TRISHA
Morning light creptthrough the curtains as I stirred awake, instinctively reaching for a warmth that wasn’t there. The absence left a hollow feeling, like missing a step in the dark. As I lay there, eyes still heavy with sleep, last night’s memories came crashing in, each one sending a thrilling shiver down my spine like a mischievous whisper.
I rolled onto my side, staring up at the ceiling fan. Its blades cut through the air with unhurried grace, reminding me how a single, spontaneous decision could set life spinning in an entirely new direction. Just a couple of days ago, offering Blaze a ride was a simple choice, a spark ignited by a bit of chemistry and the prospect of some fun on a tedious drive. But now, it felt like I had opened a door to a room I never knew existed, filled with unexpected emotions and possibilities.
I glanced at the clock. Early morning, still. But the scent of cinnamon and bacon was wafting through the air, a sure sign that the day was already in full swing for someone. Blaze had told me that Christmas morning at the McCraes was a big deal; a tradition steeped in the kind of familial warmth you read about in holiday novels. Yesterday, Paris had mentioned wearing pajamas for breakfast, even offering to lend me some if my wardrobe was lacking. I’d laughed it off, telling her I was all set. My usual comfy sleepwear was back in New York, but luckily, I’d packed my festive, Christmas-themed PJs for this trip.
As I sauntered into the kitchen, I saw that I’d nailed the dress code. The place was a riot of holiday cheer, with everyone sporting Christmas attire. Even the baby was dolled up like a cute, chubby snowman.
