I had the feeling if I asked him to turn on his charms again, my body would react instinctively no matter what my mind wanted. But it was hard to picture him putting on the same domineering front the other men either came by naturally or could pretend so easily, like Garrison. I didn’t know if that was how I’d want Blaze anyway.
Resolve gripped me. I gave Blaze a gentle push into the back of the sofa and straddled him in one swift movement. He stared up at me, his pupils dilating with obvious hunger. “Dess?”
A sly smile curved my lips. “Maybe it’ll work out if I’m the one doing the seducing. We could at least see how it goes.”
He kept his hands carefully at his sides, but a grin of his own took his face from handsome to stunning. “I’ve always been a fan of experimentation.”
Those words sent a heady quiver right down to my sex. Licking my lips, I leaned over him and looped my arms loosely around his neck. He smelled tantalizing too, with a crisply fresh cologne that reminded me of the ocean.
He was letting me take the lead, waiting to see what I’d take from him. I figured I’d start by stealing a kiss.
I dipped my head so my lips brushed his. Blaze kissed me back, but gently, cautiously, still giving me room to decide how far I wanted to go. Only when I melded my mouth to his more emphatically did he let out a rough noise and let his tongue flick out to play with mine.
I wanted more—I wanted his hands all over me. The thought of directing him to my exact desires sent a thrill racing through my veins.
Tipping back just enough to speak, I murmured against his lips. “Take my shirt off.”
He complied without hesitation, a hotter spark dancing in his eyes now. His hands weren’t the only thing I wanted on me.
“Kiss my neck,” I added, tilting my head to the side to give him easier access. “Until I moan.”
“My pleasure,” Blaze murmured, and adjusted me against him so that he could bring his mouth to that sensitive slope of skin. His hands slid up and down my bare sides as he worked over my neck with lips and tongue and nips of his teeth.
I was gasping in less than a minute. It wasn’t much longer before another skillful swipe of his tongue sent such a giddy surge of need through me that a moan spilled from my lips.
Blaze eased back and winked at me. “Mission accomplished. What next, my lady?”
I grasped the base of his shirt and tugged it upward. “This definitely needs to come off too.”
He raised his arms so I could peel the garment off him. I sat there for a moment on his lap, running my eyes and my hands over the toned planes of his torso. He was the leanest of the Chaos Crew’s men, but strength emanated from every one of those wiry muscles. I could tell he’d worked hard to build that trimly sculpted physique.
“Like what you see?” he teased playfully, desire burning in his gaze.
“Oh, yes. Very much.” I bent forward to claim another kiss, drawing this one out until we were both breathless. My nipples grazed his chest through the fabric of my bra and immediately pebbled.
“My breasts would appreciate your attention,” I instructed.
Blaze chuckled eagerly and trailed his fingers up my back to unhook my bra. Then he cupped both my breasts with his slender fingers, his nimble thumbs stroking along the curve and rolling my nipples in tandem. The second time, he pressed a little harder with the perfect flick at the end, jolting another gasp out of me. He clearly knew exactly what he was doing.
I arched into him, sucking in a breath as my pussy ground against his groin where his cock pressed rigidly behind the fly of his slacks. A faint groan reverberated out of Blaze in turn, but he kept to his orders, massaging my breasts and alternating between pinching and stroking the nipples until I was rocking against him with fraying control.
I traced a finger down his abs to the waist of his pants. “I need more.”
“Fuck, yes.” He teased his lips along my jaw. “Tell me exactly what you want, Dess.”
“Pants off,” I mumbled. “Both of us. Now.”
With a rough chuckle, he squirmed out of his own slacks with a little help from my grasping fingers and then lifted me over him to yank down my sweats. As I stood there with my feet braced on the sofa and his face level with my pussy, a deeper, hotter urge came over me.
“Kiss me,” I demanded. “Right—right here.”
I brushed my fingers over my panties, and a grin of pure delight sprang to Blaze’s face. “It would be an honor,” he said, wetting his lips, and pulled my panties down too.
He gripped my thighs and swept his tongue over all of me, from my clit down to my channel. A whimper tumbled out of me at the rush of bliss. But it was only just getting started.
Blaze devoured me, suckling my clit and then plunging his tongue right inside me. His hands squeezed my thighs and slid to my ass. He spread me a little wider, but I barely wobbled in his firm grasp.
“That’s right,” he whispered against me. “So fucking delicious. I could do this for weeks.”