Page 36 of Breaking Blaze

“If that’s the case, I should bring a shovel to clock all the ladies who look at you like you’re dinner and dessert. Which would be all of them,” she said, the last part coming out as a grumble.

Blaze snorted, his lips twitching.

“We’ll be one hell of a violent delight, wouldn’t we, baby?” he commented, moving across the living room floor, his movements graceful for a man as large as he was, to stand just before her, staring down at her, his very body heat pulsing into her.

Damn, the man was intense.

And he’s all mine, bitches!

Before she could finish that thought, he lowered his head, wrapped his big arms around her, squeezing her breasts to the hardness of his chest, and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was nothing like she was expecting after all that tension; it was slow, gentle…almost adoring. And God she loved it. Reveled in it. In him.

Ending their kiss, Blaze pressed his forehead against hers.

“Come on, let’s go. I have plans for you tonight,” Blaze remarked, his voice rough.

Heat thrilled through her. “Plans, eh?”

He chuckled. “Oh, baby. I’ve had eight years to think about the perfect first date with my Anna.”

Warmth spread through her and she dragged in a breath, taking his scent—man, sage, and pine—into her chest where it took root. How the hell did the smell of a lumber yard make her wet?

She snagged his hand and dragged him to the door.

“Let’s get going then, because I’ve had eight years to dream, too, and I’m ready to make them all reality.”

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