Page 48 of The Masks We Break

He takes ownership of my mouth, stealing my breath and propelling my body to arch into him. I latch on to either side of his head, standing on my toes to thread my hands in his hair, and pull him farther into me. A growl fills the air, driving into my core, making my thighs clench together. He walks us back two steps before gripping my hips firmly and lifting me up.

A small gasp comes from my mouth, and he swallows it, deepening our kiss while sitting me down at the edge of his bike. With only the thin layer of my leggings between us, my throbbing center rubs against his jeans, my barbell hitting my clit and sending jolts of pleasure through my lower stomach.

I moan, pushing my hips into his growing erection, the years of pent-up tension boiling to a point of no return.

Too many times have I pictured the steamy scenes of my characters with Blaze’s eyes, and found release with his name on my tongue. Too long have I regretted not just leaping and seeing if he’ll catch me.

As if it’s any surprise, he reads me, and it’s only then I realize his hands are gone. Keeping his mouth attached to mine, he lets his finger dip under my shirt, pressing into my lower back, just above my butt. The skin is so sensitive, goose bumps sprout with his touch, a shiver wracking through me.

In one swift motion, he hooks his thumbs in my leggings and pulls. My body instinctively lifts, giving him access to tear the fabric from under me and down my legs. The cool air meets my center, but before I draw my knees together, Blaze pushes me backward onto the dip of his bike. My mouth mourns the loss of him, but when his hooded gaze meets mine, my entire body feels as if it’s on fire.

Gripping on the back of my neck, he kisses me again, only this time, it’s harder, more possessive. It grounds me in place, showing me the hints of Blaze I’ve seen peeking out from under his mask. It whispers the feelings he doesn’t quite understand.

The possibilities.

Once he releases me, the same hand moves down, pressing softly beneath my collarbone until my back rests against the wide motorcycle tank. His other set of fingers tip my legs open, the cold leather of the seat sending sparks of chills up my spine.

He watches my every reaction, studying as though to commit it all to memory. The very idea sends blood rushing down. I thrust my hips backward, desperate for some type of friction there. I need something to alleviate the ache.

Blaze pins my leg against the side of the bike to keep me from moving, a sly smirk lifting up one side of his mouth. Before I can protest, his left hand snakes up my shirt, his touch setting fire to the skin underneath before pushing my bra up, exposing my breasts. My nipples pebble instantly, the cool air mixing with his intoxicating touch.

He rolls one between his fingers, coercing an easy moan from my mouth.

“Oh, puppet. You’re so perfect.”

I force my eyes to peel open, the desire to watch him strong. But it’s short lived. The hand that was holding my thigh in place moves up, finding my throbbing clit.

He flicks my jewelry, sending a sharp jolt through my body, and I nearly arch off the bike. Blaze presses down on my chest lightly but firm, a silent command for me to find some control. Once I return to the curve of the bike, his fingers move, slipping between my wet folds to tease the entrance.

I moan again, rotating my hips only slightly, a desperate attempt to get him where I want. Where Ineed. “Blaze, please,” I rasp.

His index finger slides up and down, while his thumb begins to move in light, circular motions over my sensitive bud. If he applies any more pressure, I’m done for, and he knows it.

“You know I won’t lie to you, and I want to be very clear here.” His voice is impossibly low, dripping with lust and desire, sending my nerves into overdrive. “I have a particular preference.”

I blink slowly, my mind reeling from being so close, yet so far away. It feels as if I’m at the edge of losing my sanity. Even still, I draw in a shuddered breath and take in his words.

“I know,” I whisper, gazing at him under my half open lids.

His eyebrows tic together before he tilts his head, curiosity playing in the corner of his eyes. I’m sure he wants to know how I know, or if I even understand what he really means. But I do.

I always have.

As though he’s testing the waters, he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against my lips, making my body quiver. When he backs up, his tone is deep, the commanding one he loves to use now in place. “You’re going to stay very still. And you’ll come when I tell you to.”

I don’t hesitate, barely nodding my head. “Yes, sir.”

A low groan rips from the back of his throat, and then he plunges his fingers inside.

I cry out in pleasure, the mix of surprise and hunger bursting through my chest. He curls his fingers inside, finding the aching spot in seconds. The desire to grind my hips is too strong, and soon, I clamp on to my bottom lip in an attempt to feel something besides ecstasy.

Blaze leans forward, sucking one of my peaks in his mouth. My lips fall open, a mewl spilling from them as he swirls his warm tongue around my nipple. Every part of me begins to shake, my building release growing far too powerful to keep at bay.

Everything I thought Blaze would be, everything I imagined, doesn’t hold a candle to what he can really do. The way he commands my body as if he’s studied it a thousand times. The way he reads every cue and plays on it immediately.

There’s no way I can hold it off for long, but I try, squeezing the side of the bike to steady myself.

He releases my breast with a pop, smirking as if he knows how hard I’m fighting it.

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