Her mouth salivated as she thought about sinking her teeth into that ass later.
“Colette,” Blaze ground out again, warning her.
She didn’t listen. And she didn’t let him pull out.
She had no idea what was going to happen. She knew, obviously, biologically, but she had no idea what to expect. She half thought it would be gross, but the warm rush that flooded her throat wasn’t disgusting. It was blissful. She swallowed on instinct, but then Blaze pulled back a little and she tasted him on her tongue. He wasn’t just salty, he was bitter and deep, spicy and musky. She swallowed that too and was shocked when he pulled her up to standing.
His arms wrapped around her waist, caging her against him as his lips crashed over hers. He ate her mouth, sweeping his tongue in to taste himself on her. She could still taste herself too, all over his lips, and it was a powerful, heady combination.
Why had she ever thought this would be gross?
She’d just experienced the best orgasm of her life, given her first BJ and thoroughly enjoyed it, but she was so far from satisfied. She wanted something else. Something she didn’t quite understand. She wanted it from Blaze, though. She knew that much. She wanted him, wanted him to touch and fill and possess every single part of her.
But this was Blaze Hanson. Notorious sex god, player, man-whore, and her boss.
With an agonized sound, Colette broke the kiss. She stepped back, wrecking the strong, protective, safe circle of Blaze’s arms. They weren’t really safe, she told herself. It was just an illusion. Everything they were doing here- it meant less than nothing to him. To him, she was just another girl, one of the many that came and went. She was a game. A conquest. Because he was Blaze Hanson, he hadn’t fired her on the spot when she’d marched into his office and brazenly told him she wanted him to take her v-card. He probably thought it was hilarious and she had the right anatomy, so why the hell not?
She didn’t want to just be used and discarded. Even if she thought she didn’t have time for anything else. Didn’t want a relationship with a man like Blaze. Ever. Period. She wasn’t ready for that and even if she was, even if she didn’t make her job her life and even if she wasn’t fulfilled by her family and friends and the few hobbies she had, Blaze wasn’t her type.
“You’re- you’re my boss,” she panted stupidly, by way of explanation when Blaze frowned. He looked at her, his eyes shimmering with confusion and something very close to hurt.
Hurt. She blinked. She never expected to see a real, honest emotion in those gorgeous, cold eyes. Except they weren’t cold. The pupils were huge, nearly devouring his irises and they brimmed over with warmth. They shimmered and danced, fully alive and unfettered. For a brief second, she had access to a Blaze that no one else ever saw. That no one knew existed.
Then she stepped away, just one step back, and it was gone.
His mask slammed back up and she realized what she’d just done.
How she’d changed her life forever.
He was her boss, and this was supposed to be about getting him to leave her alone. It wasn’t supposed to end in them both naked, in a hotel bathroom.
Her eyes flicked to Blaze’s wounded arms. They weren’t bleeding, but they were terribly raw and horribly painful looking. God, she was thoughtless. He needed a freaking hospital, not to be there with her at the moment.
“Yeah. Duly noted.” He cleared his throat, covering up whatever he might have felt with a rough cough.
She’d almost forgotten that she’d said anything at all.
This was the thing that no one told you about. The stupid walk of shame, the gathering of discarded, balled up clothes, the terrible aftermath of thoughtless, uncontrolled passion.
This. This was why she was still a virgin. All of it, the feeling, the joining, the need, the craziness, the out of control stupidity that made people do things they’d regret. The hurt and the pain and the regret. She’d be lucky if she got to keep her job. She might have to quit anyway. How could she ever look Blaze in the face again after this?
“Colette…”
She didn’t give Blaze time to try and talk her down. She was having an internal meltdown and there was nothing he could do or say to fix that for her. He couldn’t undo what they’d done. She couldn’t either. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to, and that pissed her off even more.
Instead of talking to him, she ducked her head, grabbed up her clothes, and hightailed it out of the bathroom. She hoped that he’d take the hint and get his clothes back on. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to keep him at a safe distance. She wanted to be the one who was rational and in control.