All of a sudden, she needed to bring distance between them, so that was exactly what she did. She pulled away from Blaze and made sure there was a sofa between them. Gripping the back, she felt like she was panting.
“What the hell is going on?” she asked.
This was like stepping into a dream. One she had wanted so many times, but it had never happened. She was a little afraid, but a lot more excited.
Blaze removed his shirt, tossing it onto the floor.
Fay followed the action, a little taken aback.
“What’s going on? Seeing you tonight at that fight told me one thing.”
“And what is that?” she asked.
“I’m so fucking tired of waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“You.” He went to his belt, and the sound seemed to echo around the whole room as he lowered it. Then his pants joined his shirt.
Blaze wasn’t wearing anything else.
Fay stared at the utter perfection of him. She couldn’t look away.
What was more, she didn’t want to.
****
Blaze loved seeing her blush. The pink tinge to her cheeks made him wonder if she was a virgin.
“Have you fucked a guy before?” He didn’t want to know the answer. His hands were clenched into fists because if anyone had treated her wrong, he’d make them all pay.
“Blaze, you’re completely naked.”
“And you’re fully clothed.” It was going to take more than a sofa to keep her away from him.
“Damn it, I don’t know what’s happening right now. You don’t like me.”
“Wrong.”
“If Blair finds out, she’ll be pissed at the both of us.”
“Then Blair doesn’t find out, at least not yet. For fuck’s sake, Fay, I’m not going to rape you.”
She lifted her head, and Blaze stared at her. “I know that.”
Fay’s gaze kept dropping toward his dick and then lifting to his face. She kept doing everything in her power to avoid looking at him.
He didn’t know any other speed than fast. He had tried to play the good guy. To give her time. To even see if there was someone for her. Who was he kidding, he would have never allowed anyone to have her but him.
There was no one good enough.
He’d tried to be patient, but seeing her tonight, entering the fight with that fucking loser, it had pissed him off.
Blaze had realized if he waited too long, there could come a point when Fay actually liked another guy.
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
“No.”
“Damn it, Fay, I felt how wet your pussy was. I know what you want.”
“You don’t like me.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
Turning her away from him, he grasped the zipper of her dress and slowly lowered it, exposing her back. While he had her this way, he flicked the catch of her bra and heard her slight intake of breath.
He spun her back around to face him. She lifted her gaze to his.
Blaze cupped her face, running his thumb across her bottom lip before going to her shoulders, then easing the dress and bra from her body. It didn’t take much for the bra to come off, and that hit the floor, but the dress fell to her hips.