Blaze (Drive Me Wild 3)

“God, Tay.” Blake rested his forehead against mine and shut his eyes tight. “Tell me to stop. Please tell me to stop.” But I didn’t want him to stop, so instead, I brought my mouth to his. He instantly responded. The moment our tongues met, I swear my heart was set free, and for the first time, I felt like I was truly breathing.

He turned us so that I was lying on top while his hand cupped the side of my face. This should have been my first kiss. It was everything I imagined in my dreams. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I slid my tongue against his unhurriedly as we switched the angles of our heads but never lost the connection of our lips. Blake’s hips rocked underneath mine as I positioned myself so that I could feel him against my needy center, and I couldn’t stop craving the friction we created with his jeans against mine. I was so wet, and I felt for sure there was a puddle forming below my zipper, but I didn’t care. What we were doing felt so good, and I didn’t think I could stop if I wanted to.

“Blake,” I moaned.

“Ah, if we don’t stop, I’m going to come in my pants,” he groaned and brought his hands to my hips to still my movements. Feeling devastated by the loss of sensation, I immediately offered a solution.

“Then take them off.”

“Tay . . .”

“Take your pants off, Blake. Please.”

Chapter Seven

“We can’t.”

“Why not, Blake?” He glared at me, and I knew he was referring to the big, purple elephant in the room we were pretending didn’t exist. “Who’s going to know?”

“We’ll know.”

“Yes, us. Only us.” I brought my mouth back to his and kissed him ravenously. I had no idea if I was doing any of this right, but I didn’t care. I was doing exactly what felt good and taking from his body what mine craved.

He flipped us again so that he was on top and stared down at me with hunger and want in his eyes. He was weighing the situation in his head, and it worried me that he might decide on a different outcome than the one I was hoping for. Finally, he started speaking.

“This has got to stay just between us, Tayia. For now, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed. His lips curled into a smile, causing his dimple to appear, so I lifted my head and placed a kiss there. “I’ve always loved this dimple,” I murmured against his cheek.

Blake reached down and pulled my sweater over my head and then the thin cotton camisole underneath. At the same time I was lifting his shirt and admiring the ripple of his abdomen and the small script written across his ribcage, he reached a hand between his shoulder blades and jerked the shirt off before tossing it away.

He leaned down and placed kisses over my collarbone, down my chest, and over the swell of my breast that was still covered by my white lace bra. He undid the clasp before tossing the bra away then his eyes grew dark with lust as he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue over one of my nipples. I grabbed the sides of his head as he swirled his tongue then greedily sucked at the tight peak. This was a first for me. Never had I ever shown my breasts to anyone, much less had someone’s mouth on them. The sensation was overwhelming and scary, yet at the same time, I wanted more, so I threw my head back and closed my eyes as he alternated between each breast . . . flicking and pinching, sucking and biting.

“Blake,” I moaned his name. I wanted more, I felt as if my body would explode, except I wasn’t exactly sure what I needed to set off the detonator until he unbuttoned my jeans and slid his fingers into my panties. “Ooh.”

“Tayia. God, you are so wet.” He pumped his fingers in and out, and I immediately moved my hips in time with his hand. “Do you know what you do to me?” Blake said before kissing me hard. My senses were on overload as I gasped and tried hard to pull in air. I pulled my mouth away to see that his cheeks were flushed and his eyes hazy with passion. It felt amazing to discover that he was just as turned on.

I looked down at the motion of his forearm, the muscles tightening and twisting with each movement. My half-lidded gaze traveled to his face where I saw that he was also looking between my legs as he worked me into a fevered state of arousal. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip and I felt my inner walls begin to contract.

“Yes, baby. Come for me,” he rasped as his stare met mine. The raw passion I saw there was my complete undoing as I welcomed the colorful explosion of light and carnal bliss that took over my being.

When I opened my eyes, Blake was staring at me.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to see that look on your face. You are so beautiful.” He buried his face in my neck, and I could still feel the stone-hard erection straining in his pants as he rubbed it against my leg.

“Blake, your pants are still on.” I undid his button, unzipped the fly, and shoved both his jeans and boxers down. Once he kicked them away, there was a moment of awkwardness and uncertainty. I was topless with my pants unzipped and he was naked. When Blake’s hands began to slide my pants down and I lifted my hips to let him, I knew this was going to happen.

He lowered himself until he was resting between my parted thighs and I could feel the warmth of his skin against my wet and throbbing sex. I wanted him so badly. Even though I’d only had an orgasm a few moments ago, I was ready all over again.

“Tayia.” Blake cupped my face with his hands. “Listen to me. I love you.” My breath caught as he continued. “This is not pretend for me. I don’t know what’s going to happen later, but . . . God, I can’t think. I want you so badly, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

“I love you, Blake, and I won’t ever stop. No matter what happens.”

“No matter what happens, Tayia. It will always be you.” I felt the head of his erection at my opening, and I widened my legs to welcome his entrance. Slowly, he inched himself inside until he reached the barrier I knew he would find and I tensed. When he stopped, I opened my eyes to meet his passion-filled gaze.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice sounding strained as he braced hi

mself above me with his arms. When I nodded, he lowered his mouth and kissed me until my body relaxed, and then with one measured thrust, he claimed my virginity. He remained still as I adjusted to being full of him, the sharp pain gradually subsiding the more I moved my hips and got lost in the way our tongues were gliding together.