“No, little kitten,” he said against her mouth and backed off, trailing his lips down her throat again. “Something so important happened on the airplane that you have been trying to tell me about it since we landed at Teterboro. What happened on the airplane?”
What freaking airplane?
Sarah grabbed him around the waist with her legs, pulling his body against hers. Blaze groaned, and his fingers twisted in her hair and pulled her head to the side so he could nip and then rake his teeth over the side of her throat, a scrape that shot thrills all the way to her fingertips and toes.
Blaze’s hand moved between their bodies and slipped the button of her jeans through its buttonhole. Her waistband relaxed around her middle, and the zip downward was pure torture as she grabbed him, trying to find his throat with her mouth, too.
He was pushing at the denim fabric of her blue jeans, shoving them down around her hips. His hand left her hair, and he cupped her breast again, this time running his thumb over the tight peak.
Sarah gasped, and her head dropped back. Blaze’s mouth was on her throat again, sucking and nipping her tender skin as his body undulated, pushing against her thigh as he tried to get her pants off with one hand.
She slithered off the sink counter, nearly twisting her ankle as one of her bare feet landed on his, but Blaze grabbed handfuls of her jeans and yanked them down her legs, stripping the denim off and throwing it aside.
One hand reached around her backside, and his fingers dug into the softness of her bottom, and a groan escaped him. “What are youwearing,little kitten?”
“Something special,” she whispered, her face heating.
On Sarah’s twenty-first birthday two years before, Katie had given her a pair of scandalous pale pink lace panties that rode up high on her behind-cheeks, and she’d stuffed them in the back of her underwear drawer so no one would ever see. She’d put them on for the first time that morning when they’d still been at her farm in Iowa a million years ago.
Blaze stepped backward, holding her by the shoulder so she didn’t stumble as he moved away, and his gaze raked over her, standing in the tiny bathroom in her panties.
“So fucking hot,” he muttered, and he spun her around to bend her over the sink. He grabbed her bottom with his heated palm, massaging it, and then slipping his finger between her legs from behind, chuckled darkly as the zing from his rough finger stroking her clit climbed through her body. “Such a sexy, naughty little kitten. I’m going to fuck you balls-deep until you can’t scream anymore.”
He stripped the rest of her clothes off her body—shirt, socks, bra—and pressed against her back. “God, you’re gorgeous. Let me see those panties again.”
He pulled away and spun her around to face him again, his focused gaze ravenous as he looked down.
Self-consciousness shrank Sarah, and she folded her arms to cover her breasts.
He grabbed her hands and pinned her wrists behind her back, which pulled her shoulders back and jutted her boobs forward. “Let me see you. Let me seeallof you.”
Her head swam, and the steam from the shower condensed on her skin.
“Damn, little kitten. I’m going to take you to Paris and buy you everything in the lingerie shop. It’s a good thing I didn’t know those were under your clothes all day. I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate at all.”
He growled so low that Sarah could barely hear him over the violent hiss of the shower.
Blaze dropped to his knees, trailing kisses from her shoulder over her breasts, taking each one of the peaks into his mouth and drawing out the sensation as she gasped.
Her hands swept up to the velvet of his short hair on the back of his head as he suckled her, one arm twined around her waist and trapping her, holding her against the heat of his mouth so she couldn’t back away even when the shyness threatened to break through the thrill running through her body.
As she writhed in his grip, he broke his lips’ seal on her breast with a pop, and his mouth moved downward, kissing a trail down her stomach to the lacy top of her panties.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, so feminine in these sexy little panties. How should I punish you for wearing something so naughty, so distracting? Should I turn you over my knee and spank you like the naughty girl you are?”
Yes, she should be punished for wearing such risqué underwear, for not being good like she was raised. She almost said yes, she shouldn’t have worn them and it was wrong, but his hands slipped up her body, grabbing her under the arms and tossing her to perch on the edge of the sink countertop again.
He shoved her back with one hand on her sternum so that her shoulders rested against the cold mirror, her skin slipping on the mist from the shower on the glass.
With one finger, he hooked the crotch of the panties and pulled the lace and cotton aside, and then he licked the delicate folds between her legs.
Sensation shot up Sarah’s body, bowing her spine as the pleasure was almost too much.
Blaze murmured against her most intimate skin, “No, little kitten. You can’t get away. I said you must bepunished.”
And with that, he laid his whole mouth on her, licking and sucking until she was squirming, her heels kicking off the edge of the sink as his head burrowed between her legs, his tongue slipping inside her with licks that shot ecstasy through her body until she was keening, panting, almost screaming from the torture of it.
Blaze pressed her knees up, practically folding her in half, and he stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants in an instant before she even had time to move, revealing his spidery tattoos lacing over his skin like blue webs, the spines crossing, flattened skulls perched at the intersections.
