“I’m going to tell you something, Katarina.” She sucks in a breath at the seriousness of my voice. “I’ve never loved a woman until you.” I kiss her shoulder again and hear her let out the breath she was holding. She turns to look at me and spins her body so we’re flush at the front. If she pushed me right now, I would fall off the couch.
“Those are big words you shouldn’t be playing with Blaze,” she says.
I eye her lips. Even busted up, I still want to kiss them, but I won’t. I stay where I am, watching her, letting her make the move.
“Is that what it takes, big words?” I ask her.
“No. I don’t care for words. I need action. Security. Not once in my life have I relied on a man. I can do everything without one. So, you need to show me that you make my life better, not just that you want to be with me. Because we can continue fucking, Blaze, but not in my house, and you don’t come near my daughter.”
“You want a relationship?” I ask her.
“Yes. Show me you are what fits in my family. Don’t tell me.”
“This is all very new to me,” I tell her the truth. “But I’m sure you’re worth it.” I wink, and she leans in, kissing my lips ever so softly. I hold back, not applying pressure, because if I had my way, she would be on top and I would be making her mine.
She breaks the kiss and pulls back. “Slow,” she says.
“That include no sex?” I ask her.
She giggles.
I stand, and she looks up at me, offering me her hands. I scoop her up and carry her upstairs to her bedroom, laying her on the bed. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it off, then shimmies her boxers down her legs.
“Gentle,” she says, looking up at me.
If you saw a goddess lying naked in front of you, what would you do?
Would you worship her, or run because you know you could never be good enough?
I’m not a clever man.
But I am also not stupid.
I lift my shirt over my head and kick my shoes off as I climb up her body, my lips touch hers ever so softly, being careful of her before I pull away. She goes to reach for me, but I manage to move out of her grasp before she can. My hand touches the top of her pussy, holding her as I lean down and kiss between her breasts. She moans when I blow on her pussy, then kiss it, darting my tongue out to taste her.
She’s addictive, and I’m a man with many addictions. And she’s just climbed right to the top of the list.
Tasting her, she moves, her hands go to my hair, and her hips lift and push up to meet my tongue.
There’s a knock on her front door, and I feel her body freeze. I know it’s only Rochelle, and she has a key.
“Blaze,” she says my name, warning me that we need to stop, but I won’t stop until she comes. Inserting a finger, I feel her body relax again, and her hand goes back to my hair.
“Oh fuck,” she says as I pump my finger in faster, my tongue circling her clit, licking up and down, her hips moving with each touch.
The knock on the door comes again—maybe Rochelle doesn’t have a key—but Katarina doesn’t make a move for me to stop. I know she’s close to coming because her pussy tightens around my fingers, and I pull my mouth away, blowing air on it before I go back and lick her right where my fingers start to the top. She screams and her body starts to shake.
A knock comes again, and I pull away and look down at her. Katarina’s hands are in her hair, her eyes are tightly closed, and I smile.
This is where I want to be forever.
“I’m moving in,” I tell her, and walk out to let Rochelle inside.Chapter Twenty-EightKatWhat? I did not say he could move in. I hear his voice as he speaks to Rochelle. They both walk up while I still have nothing but the sheet over me. Blaze reaches for his shirt, pulling it over his head as Rochelle looks around and smirks.
“I have to grab a few things… I’ll be back soon.” Blaze walks over, kisses me on the forehead, and walks out.
“I think he likes me now,” Rochelle says when he’s gone, and jumps into bed next to me. “Oh God, am I sitting in sex right now?” she says, jumping straight back up.
“No, we didn’t have sex,” I tell her. She eyes me suspiciously. “We didn’t.” I smile. “But he has a really good tongue.”
“You know he doesn’t seem to want to leave?” Rochelle sits back down, but is careful to sit on the edge.