Page 24 of Heat Stroke

I REALLY don’t want to though.

Lifting my head from her chest I look up at her. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me. Her cheeks are so flushed with desire. Her chest is rapidly rising and falling, bringing her perfect breasts right to my mouth.

I smile at her and mutter, “Wren… we shouldn’t be doing this now…” Her eyes widen and she freezes. I can read her face clearly, so I hurriedly say, “Don’t get mad or anything. I’m damn sure not rejecting you.” I shake my head and grab her hands as she jerks upright and hastily tries to cover her chest. My hands wrap around her much smaller ones, now clenched into fists. Uneasiness covers her face and her cheeks flush. The color covers her chest and my eyes settle on her pert nipples, still hard and in front of my mouth. Leaning down, I press a kiss to one nipple and then the other. She jumps but still watches me. I smile again. “I’mnotrejecting you. Before you evengothere. I’m not. I just remembered where we were…” I chuckle and squeeze her hands gently. “If I let you go, you’re not going to hit me, are you?”

Her lips press into a flat line, but she says, “No. I won’t hit you.”

Is she lying? I can see the confusion in her eyes.

Bringing her hands up between us, I release them, but lean down to press a kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes narrow on me as she snaps, “I’m ready, willing, and able… and you’re turningdownsex with me, Blaze?”

What? Nope!

I most certainly am not!

Gripping her chin, I lean down and take her mouth in a passion fueled kiss. By the time I’m done, we’re both breathless. Leaning my forehead against hers, I shake my head slightly. “Nope. I’m not turning down sex with you.” Leaning back so I can look down at her, I bump against her, showing her the erection I’m still sporting; though, I know she could feel it throbbing against her. “I am still raring to go and I want nothing more than to take you on top of this desk.”

Her brow creases as she says, “Then what the hell?!” Her hands reach for my waist and she untucks my shirt from my jeans. Her hands slide under the waistband and she rakes her nails across the top of my ass before her hand slides around and she cups me, rubbing against me.

I jerk under her hand and groan, “You’re really testing me…” Her hand strokes me through my jeans and my breath hisses out through my teeth.

She reaches for the button on my fly and I mutter, “Fuck me… You’re evil, Wren…” as my hand closes over hers, stopping her. “No, I am not taking you for a quickie on my damn desk for our first time, Wren. I’m covered in sweat and grime and I probably smell like a mule.” Shaking my head, I glare at her. “I don’t care how bad my case of blue balls will be for the rest of the damn day. I’m not doing that.”

She frowns at me and tries to rub my erection again. “I don’t care. You smellsexy. I’m all hot and botherednow. I don’t have balls, but I’m going to have the female equivalent of it!” She looks down at herself and yells, “I’m half naked on top of your damn desk! Are you kidding me, Blaze?” She is so peeved.

I try to hide the smirk at the fact that she’s pissed that I’m trying to be a gentleman.

Shaking my head, I try not to smile. “No, I’m not kidding. But, I am glad that you’re just as stirred up as I am.”

She glares at me and crosses her arms, pressing her perfect breasts together. “I hate you. For an entirely different reason now, but, I hate you.”

Oh, she hates me, does she?

I can’t have that.

There are many things I want from Wren LeSalle, but her hating me again is not one of them.

We’ll just see about that.

Grabbing her hips, I yank her to the edge of the desk. She’s not expecting it, so she squeals and slaps her hands on the edge to keep from falling off.

Reaching down, I pop the clasp on her jeans and release the zipper, lifting her ass as I pull the denim down.

She gasps and squeals, “Whatare you doing, Blaze!?”

The denim stops at her ankles since her socks and shoes are still on. Kneeling on the floor, I lift her legs over my head and pull her farther to the edge of the desk.

Her voice is panicked as she wails, “What… Noooo… You can’t…”

My hand presses against her chest, making her lean back as I inhale her scent. Her folds are directly in front of my face and I am salivating at the knowledge that I’m about to taste her.

She tries to squirm again and I look up at her. “I can’t have you hating me again, Wren. I won’t be leaving you unsatisfied.”

Her eyes are wide as she chews on her bottom lip. She shakes her head again. “No, you don’t have…” My tongue flicks out and I get my first taste of her. Her words trail off as I flick her nub with my tongue and insert a finger into her soaked folds. “Ohhhhhhh.”

My hands part her thighs so I have better access and I lick and suck on her nub as my fingers glide in and out of her pussy. Over and over again. Her thighs part as much as they can with her ankles trapped and her hips lift, pressing her more firmly against my fingers and mouth. Her pleasure sounds drive me on as I feel her muscles responding to me. “Blaze…Oh, Blaze…Yes…So good… Oh. God…”

Her hips pump as I eat her and her taste explodes on my tongue. Her ass lifts clean off the desk as she wails,“Blaze… Oh, Blaze… Ohhhhhhh…”Her thighs clench around my head. Her knees grip my ears as her pussy coats my tongue and fingers with her juices.

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