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“Yes, more,” I demand. Our cries mingle in the air with the sound of our bodies slapping together. He groans as he picks up speed, taking me faster and harder as I cry out, my stomach tight, my core clenching around him.
And then I let go, shaking as my orgasm explodes through me. He makes a guttural sound and I tighten around him as he slams deep within me, his body pulsing and tense. We bask in the pleasure as both of us shake for endless moments.
I’m exhausted, but I don’t want to let Blaze go — I never want to let him go. I’m only truly home when he’s buried deep inside me. It’s where we should always be. I was so very wrong to think this could ever be bad. And mediocre isn’t a word that can ever be associated with Blaze. What a foolish woman I am.
“You’re mine now, Cori,” he says as he pulls from me. Emptiness fills me at the disconnect, and I reach for him.
“Always,” I whisper and he pulls me to his side — right where I belong. It feels like a day hasn’t passed instead of ten years. I didn’t want to let him go back then, and I still don’t want to let him go now. Reality will hurt, but for now I’ll live in the fantasy.
Chapter Eleven
Courtney
I wake up to the smell of coffee, and the first thing I see is Blaze sitting at the small table in the corner of the cabin. He’s concentrating on the paper in front of him and I take a moment to study him, to appreciate the beauty of the man. Not making a sound, I watch as he picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip.
I’m tired, as the two of us spent half the night making love, but it had been well worth it. I can’t seem to turn him down when I wake up with his hands and lips roaming across my body. I’ll take what I can get during the limited time we have together.
I don’t make a sound, but he turns, his eyes connecting with mine. For a moment there’s such softness in his expression I melt back against the bed, wanting to open my arms for him to come to me. How I can think about making love again, I’m not sure, but it isn’t an unpleasant thought.
“Good morning,” he says in a voice that has me all tingly and warm.
“Morning,” I reply.
“I have your coffee,” he says as he rises and pours a cup, adding just the right amount of sugar and cream. I sit up in bed,the blankets held in place by my arms as I accept the cup. My first sip is heaven. He leans down and brushes my lips before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hope you slept well.”
“Mmm, I seem to recall being woken up several times.”
He brushes my hair from my face and smiles. Blaze is an intense man, but for this brief moment in time, he looks relaxed, and I’m at peace with how perfect we are together.
This makes me wonder how one day, or even more specifically, one moment can be so right, then it can go so very wrong in the next. Why don’t people hold on to these moments, cherish them, and never let them go? Does pride stand in our way? Maybe. Humans are foolish. An animal will never let something insignificant grow to the point that the situation is irreversible.
Sometimes things are truly out of a person’s hands, and other times it will only take a kind word, a gesture of love or loyalty to make everything right. Am I strong enough to be that person, willing to risk it all?
“I can’t seem to get enough of you. I hope you feel the same,” he tells me.
“Oh, I definitely feel the same. But we can’t lie here naked all day.” I chuckle. Lying here naked all day in his arms seems a good plan to me even if I know it’s the exact opposite of that. This is so confusing.
“I don’t think you ever need to wear clothes,” he says.
“It might be awkward running into other campers stark naked. Some people might have a problem with that.” Blaze’s eyes dilate at this thought and I relish in his jealousy.
“You’re absolutely right. You’re only allowed to be naked when we’re alone.” He pulls the blanket away from my chest and my nipples instantly peak from his hungry look.
He bends down and runs his tongue over one and then the other. I forget all about leaving the cabin. He can have me anytime he wants; I’m perfectly okay with it. When he leans back and looks at my glistening chest and hungry eyes, his own are dilated, dark and sexy.
“I don’t understand this pull you have over me,” he says as he reaches for me, his fingers dancing on my skin.
“It goes both ways.” He leans in again as I set my coffee cup aside, stronger desires awaken than the need for coffee, food, or a shower. He’s pulling back the covers to climb in when there’s a knock on the door.
“They’ll go away,” he tells me, his mouth latching onto my breast again. I hope he’s right . . . he’s not . . . the knock sounds again and Blaze swears.
“It’s almost noon, Blaze. Let go of the girl and get your ass out here.”
All desire leaves me. “Is that your brother?” I whisper.
He rolls off of me and lets out a growl. I yank the cover back over me, afraid Callan’s going to come barging into the cabin. Blaze doesn’t look happy.
