Free Embers (Blaze Series Book 3) by Erika Chase Page B

God, he
has beautiful lips.
    “You’ve never left like this before,” I
finally manage to say.
    He parks in the garage of the hotel and walks
me to the elevator. He presses the down button and then I’m on him, kissing
him, leaning into him and letting him take the whole weight of my body. He
tastes sweet, like he always does. Red heat is building underneath my skin. I
want to tear my clothes off, just to cool down. I want to rip every last stitch
off my body and have him trace his fiery kisses over my shoulders and my
breasts, down to between my legs so I can hook my leg over his shoulder and
open myself to his lips and tongue.
    So I do the next best thing. When the
elevator doors open and we step inside, I’m down on my knees before they’ve
even closed again. My breath is hot on the crotch of his pants and I pull his
zipper down. My back arches.
    I moan in relief when his cock springs free
and I can take it in my mouth. I reach in and cup his balls, loving him with my
mouth, so deep the tip of him pushes too deep and I gag. But as soon as I’ve
got my breath back I’m sucking at him again, wanting to fill myself on him,
wanting him to fill my body.
    We come to his floor and he drags me to his
room, through the empty corridors, me stroking desperately at him all the way.
Then it’s my turn to lead and I pull him after me into the darkened bedroom.
With strength I didn’t know I had I throw him onto the bed and in the darkness
rip my clothes off just the way I wanted to. I stand there naked in the
shadows, feeling his eyes roving over my body.
    “Now,” I say, and I can hear the lust in my
voice. “Fuck me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
     
    There’s a hot wave pushing up through my
body. I stretch, staring at him, feeling his eyes on my body as I arch my back.
His gaze sweeps over me, drinking me in. My breasts, my stomach, then down to
the space between my thighs.
    “Come here,” he says. He doesn’t understand,
not yet. I’m in charge this time. I’m the one who’ll say how it goes.
    I don’t say a word. I cross the room to him
and straddle his chest. His mouth finds me and I groan as his tongue probes
inside me. I lean back, grab the bed, taking the weight of my body into my
shoulders. It feels like a good, deep stretch. Gabriel’s head pushes forward
and I feel his tongue sweeping into my deepest, most delicate folds. I breathe
out a long sigh as he tastes me. It’s too much and it’s not enough, all at the
same time.
    I grab him and haul him up, kissing him
fiercely, tasting myself on his mouth. He rips at his clothes, tearing them
off. But I won’t let him go—I grab his head in my hands. His body pushes
against mine, raging with need, even as he strips his suit and shirt away and
flings them somewhere into the darkness of the room.
    I drag him down with me as I slide off the
bed. My body slams into the floor and the breath bursts from my lungs as his
body lands on mine. For a moment his face creases with concern but before he
can say a word I grab at him again and pull his mouth to mine.
    Then he’s inside me, one quick thrust that
has me screaming. He keeps going, hard and fast. I can feel the burning of the
rug on my back, my ass, my thighs. I don’t care. I want the pain, I want the
roughness. Because all of it’s swallowed in the feeling of his hot, thick cock,
pushing inside me, over and over and over again.
    I wrap my legs around his back and he
growls, a dark sound of pure want. He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls,
hard. I gasp with the silvery sting that runs through me and I lock my teeth
into the muscles of his neck, almost hard enough to draw blood. I suck madly at
his skin even as he plunges into me, harder than ever before. We’re not making
love, we’re not having sex. He’s fucking me, plain and simple, and I love it.
I’m wild with it, with the way he’s taking my body over.
    He rolls me onto my hands and knees. He
slips out of me as he does so and I push my ass