Page 104 of Ablaze

A fantasy I can’t fathom waking up from now that I’ve seen how beautiful it truly is.

This is what I was missing all these years. The woman I love in my arms, like the goddamn vision she is. Her hair splayed out on the pillow, her sweet lemon scent floating over me, inside me.

Her eyes flutter open before she blinks a couple of times, a smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. She lets me look at her, hold her, breathe her in.

Her groggy voice has me smirking. “How’s my creeper doing this morning?”

My fingers trail down her stomach, under the waistband of her panties. Why she refuses to sleep in the nude is beyond me–it’d make my life so much easier. “Considering I haven’t seen you in forty-eight hours . . . hungry.”

It’s been almost three months since Mala moved back to Tahoe. Almost three months that we’ve been living together, and three months where I’ve had her in my arms on all the nights I spend at home.

But if there’s one thing I now hate about my job, it’s the overnight shifts. Never in my entire life have I ever had an issue with spending more time at the station, until now.

She latches her palm around my wrist, stopping it from diving further. “Aunt Flo is visiting, so you probably don’t want to do that.”

I drop my head to her neck, kissing and licking her skin down to her scar, continuing the downward journey to her slick center with my fingers. “I don’t give a fuck which of your family members is visiting; no one is going to stop me from making you come.”

She whimpers as I circle her clit with my middle finger before I trail my tongue down to the top of her breast. I peel down the top of her tank top with my teeth, and Mala shifts so her gorgeous tits peek out.

I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it, before playing with it on my tongue. My eyes fall to the other nipple. “Pinch the other one for me.”

She’s panting and squirming under my touch as I press two fingers inside her, but she does what I ask. “Dean . . .”

Fuck, I love the way she says my name, the way her eyes shut tight, and the way she shoves her head back into the pillow, sucking in soft gulps of air.

I continue to lick and play with her nipple, loving the feel of her pebbled bud over my tongue, while my fingers dive in and out of her.

Mala digs her teeth into her bottom lip, her tan chest and neck flushing slightly. “Oh, God.”

I press my thumb over her clit while I pull my mouth off one nipple and place it over the other, sucking and teasing it just the same. She buries her hand in my hair as she lifts her hips in time with my fingers, taking from them what she needs.

“That’s it. Fuck my fingers,” I say, listening to her groan and mewl under my touch.

A few moments later, I feel her clench around me, her breathing ragged as she comes over my fingers with a low groan.

I find her mouth with mine, swiping my tongue against hers. I’ll never tire of this.

Pressing another kiss to her mouth, I lift my brow. “Stay right here. I’m just going to clean up.”

She groans, squeezing her eyes shut. “God, so embarrassing.”

My brows pinch. “That was, by far, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Why would it be embarrassing? Don’t believe me?” I get out of bed to show her exactly what I mean, looking down at my cock bobbing against my stomach. “Case in point. There’s not a single thing about you my dick doesn’t find appealing.”

She giggles as I shuffle off to the bathroom.

I come back to bed, pulling her to me the way I love–with her face tucked under my neck and her arms around me, my nose on her hairline.

It’s early, right past five, and I know she has to meet Samantha at the bakery, but all I want is to hold her for a few more minutes, breathing in her scent and feeling the delicious weight of her in my arms, her much smaller frame against my larger one.

“Dean?”

Her soft whisper against my skin has me drawing her even closer. I stroll my hand over her back, making her shudder in my arms. I love that the smallest of movements from me gets that kind of reaction. “Yeah?”

She looks up at me, a mix of mischief and vulnerability in her eyes. This is new. I’ve seen both those looks separately, but never entangled the way they are now.

“Remember that day all those years ago when I told you I thought you were good looking?”

I run the tip of my nose over hers, trying to hold back a grin but failing. “I believe your exact word was ‘gorgeous.’ Or wait . . . I think it was ‘god-like’ or ‘magnificent.’ It’s all a little blurry, so you might want to remind me. Feel free to add more adjectives.”

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