Blaze never took his eyes off me. “It’s what I keep going over in my head. Your father is dangerous. Touching you is dangerous.”
“It is.” It’s a bad idea, I thought. A very bad idea. You can stop this now, before it starts. I willed myself to stand. I could walk back to the bedroom; shut the door behind me; and close him off. If I did that, I could save him, and avoid the destruction I’d inevitably bring to him and his club. It's what I needed to do. It's what I would do.
I made it two steps across the living room before he grabbed me and pulled me against him.
“Being with you is going to be trouble,” Blaze said, his eyes locked on mine, the heat of his grip on my arm. My heart was racing, threatening to beat through my chest.
“It is,” I whispered. “You should let me go.” I could go. I could walk away right now. I could end this, before it went any further. Before either of us got hurt.
“Do you want me to let you go?” I felt this magnetic pull to him, like I could not possibly turn away if I tried.
“No,” I said, my traitorous voice barely croaking out the word before his mouth was on mine, his need apparent as he pressed his hardness against me. I moaned, melting into him, and he gripped the back of my head, as if he were afraid I would disappear if he didn't hang on to me tightly.
I ran my hands over him, over his hard chest, his shoulders, his arms. Every inch I moved along his body reminded me of the last time I touched him, back in the hotel. He groaned, this deep sound that seemed to rise from the depths of him, and then we were pulling off clothes, throwing them on the floor. Everything faded away as he kissed me, kissed my face, my neck, the places where Billy had put his hands, the bruises faded now.
I didn’t care what might happen if my father found out about Blaze and I. I didn’t care who Blaze was, or what he did. Everything was lost in him. Everything was lost in us.
Blaze’s hand was on me, guiding me to the soft carpet in front of the fireplace. The heat from the fire radiated onto my skin. Or maybe it was Blaze’s heat. I couldn’t tell anymore. Desire clouded my perception, confusing me, dizzying me. His lips were on my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone. I threw my head back, reveling in the feeling of his mouth on my skin. Then his mouth was on my breast, tongue swirling my nipple until it was hard, and I felt a gush of wetness between my legs. I needed him. My body craved him.
“Blaze,” I moaned.
His hand roamed over my body, but it was too tender, too gently. I wanted him hard, rough. My palms against his chest, I pushed him back on the carpet.
"Dani! What are you - " His eyes were wide.
"Shhh," I said, swinging a leg over him. I looked down at his dick below me, his erection begging for my attention. I salivated at the thought of taking him in my mouth, but that would have to wait. Right now, I wanted him to fill me up. I lowered myself to him and he groaned. Then he put his hands on my waist, stopping me from going further.
"Dani."
"What?" I could barely speak, drunk with lust.
"The condoms. Where are they?"
"Are you clean?"
"What?"
"I'm on the pill," I said, my words rushed. I couldn't think like this, sitting here against him, wanting him. My heart was pounding. "I'm clean. Are you?”
“Yes. But are you sure you want to do this?" Was I sure? I’d had lots of sex, but never like this, never unprotected. Was I sure? Yes. "I think unprotected sex is the least of our problems. You know, since we might not live through next week." With that, I gripped the base of his shaft and guided him against my opening, watching the expression on his face change from one of anticipation to unbridled lust.
“We’re going to be fine,” he said, his voice thick. Then he pulled me down on his cock, hard, hands on my waist. He ran his hands all over me as I began to ride him, gathering momentum. I didn’t care about anything else anymore. I just wanted to be here with him.
"Dani," he moaned, his hands on my face, pulling me down to him, kissing me before letting me go. Letting me go wild, riding him like I wanted to do the past few days. The way I wanted to do since I met him.
I rode him for what seemed like forever, heat flowing through my body, radiating to the tips of my fingers and toes, augmented by the warmth of the fireplace. His hands roamed over my back, slick with sweat from the fire and the heat between us. It was not slow, languid love making, the stuff of romance novels. My movements were hard and fast, his hands fumbling and grasping.
I arched my back as he rocked into me, pushing deeper and deeper, lifting me lightly off the floor with each thrust into my depths. I pushed back, dizzy with arousal. Nothing else mattered right now. Nothing mattered but us.
“Dani,” Blaze said, his voice thick. “Oh my God, Dani.”