Page 75 of Ablaze

My hands travel up his chest, securing themselves at the back of his neck, inside his hair and I pull him further into me. My mouth opens at his demand and his tongue slips in–soft and warm. He tastes as good as I thought he always would–minty, delicious.

I’m lost in a haze of sandalwood and soap as his scruff glides over my mouth. He delves in further, tangling our tongues, before a low grown spills out his throat. It travels across my skin, hardening my nipples in its descent to my core, settling there.

My pussy contracts as my hips jut out, trying to find friction against him. And they do. His hard bulge–secured behind nothing but sweatpants–shoves deeper into my center and we both moan.

He runs his nose over my jaw before coming back to my mouth. “Mala.”

My name spills from his lips like a plea, and my chest heaves as the moment hits me. I lock gazes with him, his lips glistening from our kiss. But the longer I stare into his eyes, the tighter the knot in my stomach becomes.

How long have I wanted this moment? For him to say my name in that exact way? How many times have I prayed for this?

And only now . . . now when we’re on the cusp of separating, he finally gives me what I’d been waiting for all these years?

What happens from here? Where do we go?

How will this even work if I’m in LA and he’s still in Tahoe? And for how long?

By his own admission, he’s never wanted a commitment, nothing long-term to tie him down. So what will this even mean after tonight? Will he have just gotten me out of his system?

Will our friendship survive this once it’s all done? Can we even be friends once this is over? Have we already gone too far to turn back?

Panic kicks off inside me, crawling through my veins and increasing the beat of my heart. What if this is all a mistake? What if I lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me because we crossed a forbidden line?

“Wh-what are we doing, Dean? We can’t. It’ll . . . it’ll change everything. Our friendship and what we have now. And with me leaving . . .” I search his gaze. “And you not wanting anything long-term . . .”

I wait for him to argue. Silently, I beg for him to ask me to stay, to tell me it would be different for us, but he doesn’t.

A moment later, he finally speaks. “Then let this be something just for tonight.”

My eyes bounce between his, my heart breaking even while it leaps to latch onto something, anything. “What if it ruins everything?”

He presses another kiss to my lips, my jaw, then the side of my neck. “It won’t. We won’t let it.”

I swallow, my heart racing like it’s trying to get to the finish line with everything it’s got. “Promise me,” I beg, running my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “Promise me this won’t change anything.”

His reply is steady, earnest. If he’s lying, it’s not just to me. “I promise.”

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, keeping my smile at bay. “Then, please continue showing me how you feel.”

He chuckles before his eyes darken and he finds my lips with his again, stoking the fire still alight inside my core.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamt about this,” he mutters, kissing my jaw, my neck. “I’ve thought about how you’d taste. It’s all I’ve thought about for the past few hours.”

Bracing himself on one forearm, his other hand works up under my tank top, gliding over my side. It comes to rest under my breasts before he brushes his thumb over my nipple.

If I was wet before, I’m dripping now. If with only that slight movement from him–that tiny little brush of his finger–he has the power to elicit a full-body shudder from me, what would I do if his mouth dipped lower? If his cock thrusted inside?

Dean watches me intently, rolling my nipple between his index and thumb. His eyes are ablaze like sapphires caught on fire, and I pull my lip into my mouth, trying to hold in my groan while I writhe under his touch.

“Don’t.” His voice is low and guttural, like he’s barely restraining a growl. “Don’t hold back on me. I want to hear all your sounds.”

His mouth dips down over my shirt to pull my nipple into his mouth, and I release a ragged gasp. God, it feels so good. I love the feeling of my nipple against the wet fabric of my shirt once his mouth releases it. It’s obscene and electrifying.

He helps me shed my top a few moments later, and his nostrils flare as his sight lands on my breasts. I’m starting to rethink my previous assessment of his nostril-flaring. I get the sense I may have been wrong and the reason for it is when he’s turned-on, not disgusted.

His mouth lands on the top of my scar, kissing and licking until he reaches my nipple. I mewl as his warm tongue laves and strokes it, flicking it back and forth. His other hand slides down to the waistband of my shorts, and I instinctively push my hips up to meet it.

He chuckles. “Someone’s eager.”

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