“Blaze,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath above the heavy silence in the room. The way he looked at me—like he was about to devour me—sent a thrill of fear and excitement spiraling through me.
“Don’t you dare act all innocent now,” he growled, his grip on my waist tightening, fingers digging into my skin almost painfully. “You wanted this. Every time you look at me like you do—every time you challenge me—you’re begging for it.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as he pulled me against him, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against my sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with a need I couldn’t name. He shifted, positioning himself at my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.
“You’re such a f*****g tease, Amanda,” he murmured, h
