Walking over to the dresser, I pull the top drawer open, and instantly know whose room it is. Pulling his clothes out, I do the same to every drawer, trying to find something I can use against him, and just plain payback for locking me in this goddamn room. I find a locket and it looks familiar, like I’ve seen it before, so I clutch it in my hand as I think of ways to annoy the fuck out of him. I could lay down and sleep the night away, but fuck him, I didn’t come here to be treated like a child. I came because my sister can’t stand to be away from her man.
Tapping my skirt with the locket in hand, I check for my phone, but it’s gone. How the fuck did that happen? Blaze must have slid it out of my back pocket without me knowing.
Screaming at the door, I bang on it again, and just as I’m ready to give up, the door swings open. I’m pushed in farther, to stop me from escaping, as Blaze stands in front of me, his eyes flicking to what’s in my hand.
“Asshole,” I scream at him, getting right in his face. “Who the fuck are you to lock me in your room?”
Blaze’s heated dark eyes don’t leave mine. He almost looks—is that anger? But what the fuck does he have to be angry about?
“What? Nothing to say, asshole?” My nose basically touches his as I yell in his face.
Blaze’s eyes close, and when they open, they’re almost black. I go to step back, but he’s faster than me and reaches for my waist, pulling me in so we’re flush. Then his lips touch mine, not softly and not rough either. The pressure of his lips makes me gasp and open my mouth, giving him access. Blaze’s hands circle my waist, and I can feel him all over my body. His hardness presses into me, making me want him even more.
Blaze reaches for the locket, taking it from my hand without my protest, and then he goes back to my hips. A moan slips from my mouth, and soon he has me lifted, my skirt riding up and my ass bare thanks to my G-string. He feels it straight away with his hands on my ass cheeks, and he groans at the touch. I feel him walk me backward, and soon my back hits the bed with him never disconnecting from me.
My hands reach for his shirt, sliding under and touching his skin. He pulls away as I try to pull it off him, disconnecting our kiss. Before I can say another word or tell him to stop, he comes straight back down to me.
“I hate you,” I whisper in between kisses. “Loathe you,” I reiterate while biting at his lips.
“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.” Blaze smirks then reaches for my skirt, pulling it up on my hips. One hand goes straight between my legs, and he pulls my G-string to the side, sliding a finger in. I push up against him. My hands grip on to his back hard as he starts to pump his fingers, all the while laying kisses on my lips. They are sloppy, everywhere, and perfect all at the same time.
The rush of everything and that this is finally happening is overwhelming my senses—I have Blaze Stone with his fingers between my legs as he devours my lips.
I loathe him.
And his sexy, masculine, too-good-looking body.
Loathe him.
Blaze’s thumb grazes my clit, and a small yelp leaves my lips at his touch. I’m already turned on, and adding pressure to all the right places is making me even higher. Touching the waistband of his jeans, I pull at them, so my hands can skim the top of his ass, then I pull them down.
“Patience,” he says, pulling away.
Just when I think he’s going to stop, Blaze moves down my body, and I watch him with interest as he looks at me and moves closer and closer to my pussy. Hotness touches me as he darts his tongue out to taste me. He smirks, and I smile back at him.
“You better be good,” I say, sitting up farther. “Or you will ruin all my fantasies,” I say as he tastes me again.
Blaze shakes his head, and I have to remember to look away, to not watch this man, who is everything I shouldn’t want to devour me.
My head drops back as he inserts another finger, his tongue making circles on my clit, and I have to remember to breathe.
Breathe, Kat, breathe.
His fingers move faster. My hands reach for his head, and soon we’re in sync, perfect fucking sync, as he tastes and devours me while fucking me with his fingers.
My hands slip from his hair and reach for my own. One hand’s massaging my breast, the other pulling at my own hair as the orgasm hits me hard. I ride it because it’s been so long since someone has made me come with their mouth alone.