Free Blindsided by Sayer Adams

someone with so much fire to be wasting away.
    “Well, that’s good. There’s no reason for your ego to be in the least bit bruised. In fact, you should take it as a compliment.”
    “I’ll try to do that,” he said.
    And he did. Sort of. He’d never had a woman fall asleep while he’d been performing that particular act, but at least she’d come for him first. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman who was relaxed around him. They were usually worked up and excited about fucking a rock star. Afterwards, they had tended to want to babble at him, not fall asleep. He was so glad those days were gone. Other guys might think he was nuts, but that was the way it was.
    That didn’t mean he was dead. He was pretty sure Chelsea was naked under that blanket. He couldn’t take the suspense anymore. His unfulfilled need suddenly roared back into new life and he needed to have her, needed to be inside her. Now.
    “Come here,” he said as he stubbed out his cigarette.
    She wouldn’t have a chance to go to sleep this time. They weren’t leaving this room, and there was no soft, comfy bed here. He held out his arms and made crooking motions with his fingers.
    “I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough for you to be ordering me around,” Chelsea said teasingly.
    Her eyes shone and she wriggled under the blanket. Christ, she was so little and sexy and she was driving him nuts, even under the blanket.
    “Please come here,” he said, emphasizing the first word.
    Chelsea smiled and stood up and began walking towards him, still wrapped in the comforter.
    “How about you leave the blanket there, babe?” Nate said.
    Oh, yeah. Leave the blanket. Please, god, leave the frigging blanket.
    So the song wasn’t coming together the way it should, and he was too old for this beautiful woman. This woman who was standing not only in his sanctuary of a house, but also in the private space he used only to write. Nate didn’t care. Not right now. Right now longing and desire surged through his body as he anticipated the removal of that damn comforter. She dropped the fabric back onto the couch and turned towards him. Nate’s throat clenched closed for a moment and his breath stopped in his chest.
    Long slim legs curved into beautifully formed hips. Her waist was so tiny it looked fragile, but her breasts were high and firm and round, tipped with pink nipples. A red triangle of hair disappeared between her thighs. As she walked towards him, hips slowly undulating with each step, her breasts swayed in a hypnotic arc. When she got within reach, he pulled her to him with one arm, caressing her back with his hand, while he brought his other hand up to touch her face.
    “You are quite possibly the sexiest woman I have ever seen.”
    It wasn’t even a line. He had seen beautiful women in his time, plenty of them, but Chelsea was something else all together.
    She straddled him easily, resting her feet on the rungs of his stool, settling herself onto him. He all but lost his mind, seeing the darkened cleft for a split second before she positioned herself to cradle his erection with the warmest part of her. Nate let out a primitive groan of pleasure and reached up to gently tease her nipples while he sucked on the delicate skin of her arched neck. Chelsea ran her fingers through his hair and moved her hips in a slow arc, pressing them together with delicious pressure. Nate grabbed her hips with both hands, savoring the feeling of her warm skin under his palms.
    “Better than all the groupies?” Chelsea asked.
    She looked at him with a glint in her eye. Her hair hung over her face, making her mysterious, enticing. As he looked at her, Nate wondered how he could have ever thought he would be able to get away from her without getting inside her at least once. More if at all possible. She was feminine softness, sweetness, ripe and ready.
    “Oh, babe, you have no idea,” Nate said “I noticed you don’t mind that I