Blaze’s kisses were hungry, desperate, consuming. We were tangled together on his bed, his body pressed against mine, his hands gripping me to him. Then his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, his palms warm and rough against my bare skin as they moved slowly upward.
Warning bells went off in my head.
I jerked, my eyes widening as I grabbed his wrists.
He froze.
Slowly, he pulled back to look at me, his hands retreating from under my shirt as his light blue eyes searched my face with concern.
"We don’t need to do anything you don't want," he said, his voice rough but gentle.
"It's not that," I said, my breathing ragged from our kissing. "It's just..." I trailed off, unable to explain without revealing everything.
I didn't want him to stop. My body was screaming for more, the m
