Blaze For Me (Be for Me 4.5)

“You work out,” she panted.

“Love the snow,” he answered simply, too driven by lust to elaborate much. “Like you.”

He watched her eyes grow rounder as he sheathed himself with the condom he’d put in his pocket first thing this morning. He watched the way she instinctively parted her legs—wordlessly inviting him to join her there, literally. And he watched the tremble that shook her when he gave his aching cock a soothing, settle-the-fuck-down, rub. He moved to the edge of the bed. She lay back, putting herself in perfect position.

Did she really think he was going to mount-and-rut just like that? He ground his teeth again, because hell, the temptation?

“You want it fast?” He gazed down at her.

“I want it now,” she begged, her hips arching up to him.

He curled his hand around her ankle and tugged her down the bed. “You’re not fucking getting it fast.” In this, this was the way she was going to pay. He’d torment and tease until she couldn’t take it any more.

He dropped to his knees again. He needed another taste of her sweetness. He needed to hear her scream his name again. And he needed it now. He damn well needed to make this last.

“Please.” Nicoletta was dying and she didn’t care that she was begging him. “Harder, harder, please.” Those tiny, teasing rubs of his fingers were killing her. That one orgasm? Amazing. But all that had happened was that it made her want more. Like now. Like all of him. Now. Now. Now.

“Patience, Nicoletta. It’s a virtue.”

He sounded so freaking smug.

“I don’t give a damn. I just want you now.” She urged him. All of him. Over her. In her.

“I don’t give a damn what you want now. This time, is my time, to play. And you’re paying up. Tormenting me for all those fucking months.”

“I wasn’t tormenting you. You were the one blocking me out,” she argued even as she thrust harder against him in erotic invitation.

“I was being a professional. More than can be said for you.” He bent his head and sucked her hard again.

She cried out in pleasure, but he released her just as she hit the edge. He pushed her legs apart with his and braced over her—holding himself just out of reach. He was stronger than she’d imagined. She growled in frustration.

He just laughed. “Hungry for it?”

“You have no idea,” she muttered. She reached down to rub herself and tip over the edge. But he batted away her hand, his humor gone.

“No. I do it. I get to feel it. I get to taste it.” He went down on her again.

“Then hurry. Please.” She writhed, almost in agony. “I can’t stand it any more.”

The way he kissed her? The way he touched? Her eyes closed as his tongue swirled. Fast. Teasing.

He thrust a finger deep and she screamed. So freaking close. Her fingers threaded through his hair, twisting to keep him there, so intimately pressed against her. She whimpered as he paused again. She was so strung out. So close. All she needed was him to keep touching her like that. Just a little longer. A little harder. And she’d do just about anything to make him.

“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I wanted you. Okay? I’ve always wanted you. And I want you now.” Her voice broke as she arched against his mouth. “Austin.”

“As apologies go,” he muttered glancing up to meet her eyes. “That’s not bad.” He laughed at the look of frustrated fury she sent down at him. “And I’ll take it.”

He fastened his firm lips around her clit and sucked hard, his tongue swiping over the ultra-sensitive tip.

The orgasm slammed into her. Her body shook under his. She screamed with the unbearable delight of it.

But even as it ebbed, she found herself begging again. “Please, please, please.”

She just wanted him to fill her.

He moved. Bracing above her, his muscled legs between hers, his thick cock right there—so freaking close.

She drew in a deep, desperate breath. “Austin, I want all of you.” Her eyes locked on his.

For a moment she was suspended in a crazy vortex between ecstasy and agony.

“Then have me,” he said roughly, thrusting hard.

She gasped as he filled her in the one fierce action. Bigger than she’d expected. But big was... good.

He groaned as he pushed to the hilt. “Hotter than anything.”

She couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak anymore. She hooked her legs around his butt and tried to push him in closer. He was so hot, so big, so perfect. She held his face between her hands and pulled him down to kiss her. And the second she did her body locked down as another orgasm slammed through her.

“Fuck.” He tore his lips from hers and reared up onto his hands to look down at her spread beneath him. Angling his hips he pushed harder into her, rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit. She loved the weight of him, the pounding. Sensations washed over her with every thrust. So fantastic—fierce and fast and frantic. She clawed at his back, breathing hard between cries of pleasure. Strain was etched on his face as he fought to stave off release and prolong her pleasure. But the only thing that could satisfy her now was his surrender to her. She arched and clamped, calling his name over and over as he worked her.

He gazed into her eyes and she saw the moment he let himself go. And she welcomed the wildness he then unleashed.

Rough, unrelenting, he rammed into her over and over in a final fucking ride that only ended when he shouted her name loud and strained as hard as he could into her that one last time.

For long moments after, she lay gasping to catch her breath. That had been so much more than she’d expected—more powerful, more pleasurable, more emotional. She had to put herself back together somehow. This was supposed to be ‘just sex’ after all. So she took several moments, keeping her eyes closed as she regulated her breathing, as he eased off her and left her oddly bereft despite the overwhelming sense of physical satisfaction.

When she finally drew the courage to open her eyes and face him, she found him intently watching her, his expression uncharacteristically serious.

“So now we know,” he said.

CHAPTER FIVE

Austin reached out and wrapped his hand around her slim wrist, stopping Nicoletta from leaving his bed. “Every which way, honey,” he reminded her firmly. “Every damn way. More than once.” Many times more than once.

She’d started this and it wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot. His heart was arresting at the mere thought of her leaving just yet.

He tugged and she tumbled back towards him, her legs splayed, her hair spread over his sheets in a riot of blondish-brown. Her skin glowed, her eyes invited.

“You can still move,” he observed, gazing down her beautiful body. “Can you still speak?”

The look in her eyes challenged him. “Yes.”

“Then we’re not done.”

Her lips parted in surprise. Her hips wriggled. Thank fuck she was so easy to arouse because he was hard as rock already.

“I’m eating you all over again, Nicoletta,” he promised, moving over her to cup her bountiful breasts in his big hands. “I need more.”

So much more.

“Jeez, they were all right about you.” She moaned two hours later.

Austin prized open an eyelid. “Who were?”

“All the girls in the squad.”

He frowned. “I never slept with any of them.” A bit pissed, he closed his eyes again. He couldn’t freaking move to save himself, his muscles were like jello. So were his bones.

“Well who did you sleep with then? Because you obviously have. You don’t just have the reputation, but the skill.” She sighed.

“It’s not just about technique, you need chemistry as well,” he muttered. He’d like to think it was something about him personally not just how well he could thrust his cock. And honestly, he’d never had sex this good.

Suddenly he was afraid he was never going to get it as good again.

Had Nic

oletta Valeri fucked him up forever? Wouldn’t that just be typical of her.

She levered herself up from the bed with another groan. “I’d better get going.”

He didn’t argue with her this time. He needed the breathing space to get his head around what had just happened. There was fun sex. Easy sex. Fantastic sex. This had been all that. And something else. Several times over.

He needed to get it back into perspective. Pronto.

Instead he rolled onto his side and watched her dress—partly enjoying the show, partly hating it because his body was stiffening again. Anticipation unfurled. Hell, it hurt.

“What are those?” He stared at her feet when she straightened, trying to distract himself. If he was this sore, she had to be feeling it.

“My socks.” She wriggled her toes with a laugh.

Animal faces adorned each foot, paw prints made their way up her legs. He hadn’t noticed them earlier in his haste to strip her.

“I like them,” she said defiantly meeting his amused look. “I put them on and they’re smiling at me. So I smile back. It’s a nice start to the day.”