Blaze shrugged. “What can I say? I’m classy like that.” He slid his hand down my thigh, then between my legs, and I felt my heart race, an instantaneous, almost reflexive response to his touch.
"I don't think the store is going to appreciate me screwing you in the dress and then returning it," I said, warmth rising to my cheeks. My face felt hot, but I knew it wasn't because I was embarrassed to return the dress. Even after a year, Blaze had an uncanny ability to turn me on with the slightest touch. Hell, he had the ability to turn me on from across the room, with just a look. That look.
What he was doing now, with his fingers inside me, the fabric of the dress ruched up around my thighs, was simply overkill. He slid his fingers out of me, used the wetness to slide the pads of his fingers over my clit, rubbing it in circles. The way he knew I liked it. I shuddered as the arousal ran through my body, like a current of electricity. Even the tiny hairs on my arms stood on edge.
"Who cares what the store thinks?" Blaze whispered, his lips close to my ear. "What they don't know won't hurt them, right?"
"Mhmm," I murmured. I couldn't think of anything coherent to say. Not when Blaze was doing what he was doing with his fingers. I ran my hand along his chest, sliding it in between the edges of his leather cut, feeling his hard pecs against my palms underneath his shirt. I wanted to touch his skin, to rake my fingernails over him, to wrap my hand around him and feel him harden to my touch.
He shrugged out of his cut and tossed it over the shoulder of a chair in the living room, behind me. Then he picked me up and carried me to the sofa.
"Wait - " I protested. "Don't you want to go to the bedroom?"
"No," Blaze said. "Definitely not. I want you right here." He knelt between my legs, and looked up at me, a huge grin on his face. "I've been waiting to taste this all day."
My head lolled back against the sofa as he buried his face between my thighs, my wedding dress - no, not my wedding dress - the wedding dress I was going to return hiked up around my waist, my ass bare on the sofa fabric. "Oh God, that feels good, Blaze."
"It tastes just as good," he said. He licked between my folds, probing, his tongue darting in and out of me. He brought me to the edge, then pulled his face back, and looked up at me, his mouth glistening. "Tell me you want me to make you come in your wedding dress."
Oh God. The throbbing between my legs was all I could think about. "I want you to make me come in this wedding dress."
"Just like I will when you're wearing the real thing," Blaze said. "When you become my bride."
When you become my bride. Just hearing him say it sent a fresh wave of arousal through my body. "Please," I said, practically begging. My voice was more of a whimper than anything else.
"Absolutely," Blaze said. Then he ate me, not like he was savoring some delicacy, but like I was the last meal he was ever going to eat. When he brought me to the edge, thrusting his tongue inside me, I thought I was going to faint.
"Blaze." I pressed his head harder against me, grinding my hips into his face as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I felt him pull me toward him, his hands firmly cupping my ass, holding me against him as I came on him. Before I could even finish, he slipped his fingers inside my channel, my muscles pulsing around him.
When I could finally see straight again, I looked up at him, my eyes heavy from the orgasm. I rubbed the back of his head, feeling the softness of his hair in my hands. "You are amazing, Blaze. I can't wait to marry you."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, babe," he said. He didn't move from between my legs, but stayed there, kneeling, stroking me inside with his fingers.
"Blaze, I can't keep going like this," I said, trying to push his fingers back. Having his fingers inside me so soon after I had just come, was too much. I couldn't take it. The stimulation was overbearing. "Stop."
Blaze swatted my hand away. "Not a chance," he said. "You're not getting off that easy. I'm about to do bad things to you."
"Is this what being married to you is going to be like?" I asked. "Maybe I should reconsider. Oh - " I gasped as he stroked me, his fingers pressing inside me on that spot that was so sensitive.
Blaze leaned forward, fingers still inside me, and covered my nipple with his mouth, circling it with his tongue until it stood at attention. The overbearing feeling was beginning to subside, and it was being rapidly replaced by a warmth surging through my body again, from my stomach to the tips of my fingers and toes. Like being drunk, but drunk on him.
"Dani," he said. "I hope you know that being married to me is going to be exactly like this. Except with more sex."
"Oh, is that so?" I asked, laughing. "I heard married people have less sex."
"You think?" Blaze stroked me now, harder, more focused on that spot, and I felt a rush of wetness in response. God, he had the ability to get me so turned on. Like no one else ever had been able to do. It was like every cell in my body responded to his touch.