He rocked with her, slow, hard, so hard and hot, like a wicked brand wrapped in velvet. She was so full, so achingly full, and it was better than anything she could have imagined. When Blaze changed the rhythm, thrusting harder, faster, so that the noise of their sex filled up the room and his balls slapped against her ass, she lost it.
She threw back her head and screamed as the climax took over. It was harder than the first, so intense that it was painful. She lost herself in the rough, deep thrust. In Blaze’s hard body above her, all that granite straining and groaning. He fucked her hard, his thrusts long and brutal, until his arms were trembling like a cage at either side of her face and his chest was heaving. Still, he thrust into her, his cock so hard that she could feel it throbbing as it hit all the undiscovered parts of her that she herself had never even touched or explored.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever known. The best thing. It was more amazing than she’d ever known it would be.
Blaze changed the rhythm suddenly, pulling out and filling her with luxurious strokes that made her want to black out from the pleasure. This time, when she came, the warmth of the climax washed over her. It was sharp and nearly violent like before, but hotter, sweeter, enveloping her entire body until she felt wrung out and mushy, like her body had liquefied and there was nothing of her left.
“I’m going to come now,” Blaze said, from somewhere deep in the fog.
She thought about him coming inside of her and nearly panicked. The pill wasn’t foolproof. She was about to open her mouth, but he read her mind before she could even draw a breath. He pulled out and came hard, in long, ropy strands, all over her stomach and her thighs. He shook and vibrated and groaned low in his throat, and it was such a thrill, realizing that she’d given him that pleasure, that it nearly sent her tumbling and flying all over again.
She’d thought her climaxes were good, but watching Blaze, his arms straining, his muscles bulging and the thread veins standing out against his golden skin, his hand pumping his cock in slow, rhythmic motions while it throbbed in his hand… it was just about the best thing she’d ever experienced in her life.
He’d once told her that he’d ruin her. Break her. Wreck her. Something like that. She couldn’t exactly remember what he’d said, but she knew it was true. But not in the way he meant. She wasn’t going to let him do that. He’d come back for her and she’d waited and that was it. They were sticking it out together from here on out. They might have wrecked each other, but it was the good kind of wrecking. The sweetest kind. The kind of shattering that needs to happen to be put back together the way they were always supposed to be.
Blaze grinned down at her, and as usual, his smile was like the sun. So damn bright it was entirely blinding. When her eyes met his, she was astounded at the softness in their depths. They were warm and honeyed and he was looking at her the way he’d looked at her all day.
Like she was the treasure he’d been searching for his entire life.
“Shower?” he asked, one brow arched comically. “You look a little dirty, Office Baby.
“You filthy bastard,” she ground out, but she accepted his hand. She let him tug her into his arms and she let him carry her into a massive bathroom with a glass shower and a huge jet tub. “No shower curtain to pull down,” she said dryly. “I still don’t think that was an accident, by the way.”
Blaze threw back his head and laughed and it was the sweetest sound she’d heard in a very long time.
EPILOGUE
Blaze
“Breakfast in bed, for the love of my life.”
Colette stirred sleepily as Blaze set the tray down in front of her. She blinked up at him as she pushed the covers away, exposing a peach satin nightgown that he was sure as hell going to rip off of her as soon as she’d eaten the omelet he’d made her.
She glanced at him and then her eyes tracked down to the plate. He’d even remembered to add salsa, sour cream, and a few olives on the side.
“Three cheese blend, just the way you like it. With peppers, mushrooms, and jalapenos.” She blinked like she couldn’t believe that he’d actually remembered. “Come on. After two years of marriage, you don’t think I can make your omelet right?”
The look she gave him made him want to laugh, but he held it back. “Did you remember pepper and salt?”