Page 29 of Blaze
“Oh my god,” she breathes out, clearly scandalized, and a wolfish grin stretches my lips. I hadn’t planned to drop my boxer briefs originally, but I push them down next, making sure they land where Kennedy can see them despite the hand she’s holding up to shielding her sight.
Her meep is damn cute.
My cock roars back to life and I shake my head, taking the two strides to the water’s edge. I wade in, the spring getting deep quickly, until I can let myself sink under the surface.
The cool water is silk on my skin, the sound of it churning in my ears and drowning everything out for a heartbeat.
As a fire demon, water should feel like an anathema to me. Instead, I’ve always found a sense of relief when submerged. Maybe it’s because I know I’m powerful enough to evaporate the entire spring around me if necessary.
I get my feet under me, the soft silt displaced by my movements, and rise out of the water. I wipe the water off my face, running my hands back over my short hair. Standing in the center of the natural pool, the water only reaches the top of my stomach.
I don’t know what makes me turn around and give Kennedy a daring look. “You going to join me, kitten, or are you afraid of a little water?”
When her surprise shifts to determination, I know one thing. I’m a fire demon but playing with the fire between us might pull me into an inferno that’ll burn.
Then Kennedy stands up, defiance in those gorgeous eyes of hers, and pushes her leggings down over her hips then the rest of the way. Long, slender legs are revealed. My cock bobs as I remember one of those long legs wrapped around me as I slid my hands up under her dress.
I’d come into the water with the intention to cool off. Instead, I’m holding Kennedy’s gaze as she grasps the bottom of her long white tank top with both hands before drawing it up and off.
My gut clenches and balls tighten.
Fuck.
She hadn’t been wearing a bra, and, apparently, I’d missed her taking her panties off with her leggings.
Kennedy stands at the edge of the water, a glare in her eyes, completely naked. And I’m just staring at her like an idiot jackass who’s never seen a naked woman before.
I haven’t, though, not a woman like her. Long legs, stomach soft, small, high breasts tipped with dark pink nipples. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair at the juncture of her legs taunts me. My cock aches. Just looking at Kennedy is driving me close to the edge, threatening to make a never-touched fool of me by making me spill without first feeling her touch.
She might not be for me, but fuck if I can’t resist having her anyways.
Kennedy’s posture softens, her arms coming up to cover her pert breasts. Her gaze drops away from me as she rushes into the water, quickly lowering herself until almost all of her body is hidden below the surface.
I can’t bear the embarrassment and shame on her face. I cross the short distance between us, my body displacing enough water that it slaps and splashes at the edges. She barely has a chance to look up at me before I’m in front of her, gripping her chin and lowering my face towards hers.
“I’ll give you one chance to get out and get your clothes on again. We’ll leave like nothing happened.”
I’ve never taken anything a woman didn’t want to give, and I wasn’t about to start now.
“What are you talking about?” Wariness fills Kennedy’s voice now.
“One chance,” I repeat, before those lips of poison and sin capture my attention. I wrest my gaze back up to hers, need twisting inside of me until my voice is little more than a primal growl. “Otherwise, I’m going to fuck your gorgeous body until you’re screaming my name.”
Kennedy sucks in a breath, but she doesn’t pull away.
I wait for one, long, excruciating moment, my eyes locked with hers.
We surge together, our mouths clashing. Kennedy pushes up out of the water even as my arm is going around her, hauling her up against me.
I push my tongue into her sweet mouth, groaning when her own tongue meets me stroke for stroke.
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KENNEDY
Blaze’s kiss overwhelms me, and the feel of his strong arm wrapped around my body makes my heart race.
The kiss is hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. Blaze devours me, his tongue dueling with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth. I can taste the bitterness of the beer he’d been drinking, and I moan, kissing him back with everything I have.
