Page 45 of Breaking Blaze

Hell. One night with Blaze and she was already a ravenous she-beast, hungry for another round.

And she could have one. Because Blaze was hers. Finally!

Fighting the urge to squeal like an overexcited piglet, she threw herself from the bed and practically skipped to the bathroom. After finishing up in there, she dressed slowly, taking care with all the aching parts, her thighs clenching as her gaze caught on the spot where Blaze had claimed her virginity…in spectacular fashion. God…she never, in her life, could have imagined how amazing it would be to have Blaze between her legs, his beautiful cock buried inside her, stretching her, thrusting into her and hitting every glorious pleasure spot inside of her.

It had been like every erotic moment she ever fantasized about rolled into one blissful night.

She couldn’t wait to do it again. And, if Blaze’s insatiability the night before was any indication, he would be champing at the bit—her lady bits, she internally giggled—to have her under him again. Soon.

Suddenly sad that he hadn’t been there when she’d woken up on what was their first morning after as a couple, she looked for a note he might have left. Checking the bedside table, she found nothing.

Probably texted when he got to work. She’d have to check her phone.

Shrugging, she realized her cheeks were hurting from the huge smile on her face.

Throwing on the last of her clothes, she grabbed her cell—which she’d dropped on the floor in the living room on their way to the bedroom the night before—and hurried to her apartment. She needed to call Sally!

Back in her apartment, she finally unlocked her phone and checked for texts.

Nothing.

Huh. Blaze was probably busy and hadn’t had the time to text…though, that hadn’t been an issue with him in the past…when they hadn’t had sex the night before.

A new kind of twinge, this one in her belly, made her pause. No. She was just being ridiculous. After all he’d said and done to prove to her that he loved her and that he wanted to be with her, his not texting her—one time—was not an indication of something bad.

Nope.

Pushing aside that stupid thought, Anna texted Blaze instead.

Anna: Good morning, handsome! I was sad to wake up without you.

There. She’d taken the initiative, making sure Blaze knew she was thinking about him while he worked his ass off. And, Lord, but she liked the new sense of rightness, that depth of intimacy she could now explore with the man she’d been pining for since she was seventeen. Best friends to lovers—in real life. A Hallmark movie come to life. And she was living it. Well, a rated-NC17 version of it.

Hallmark movies aren’t all roses all the time, dummy, a snide voice slid through her thoughts.

Suddenly, that twinge was back, this time skittering along the lining of her stomach and up into her chest cavity.

Romance movies were about happily ever afters, sure…but there was always a mountain of heartbreak between the start of the romance and the all-important The End.

Anna peered down at the phone in her hand, noticing that her text had gone from SENT to DELIVERED to READ. And when ten minutes passed without a response, that damn twinge morphed into a pang as a sense of dread soured the taste of happiness in her mouth.

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