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“Blaze—”
He shushes me. “And I’m sorry for the part I played in hurting you.” He pulls away, cupping my chin with one hand while the other stays secured around my waist. “I was the stupid one, Daisy. Not you. Never you.”
Speechless, I stare up at him. My brain still isn’t used to Blaze being back to—well, being himself when he’s with me.
“What David did to you sure sounds like abuse to me. But I’m not here to tell you how to label your trauma. All I want to do is be here for you every day from now on.” He kisses my forehead. “But Daisy, if the reason you’re shying away from labeling him as an abuser is because it makes you feel weak, just—you’re not, okay?”
I look away. “It doesn’t seem that way.”
“Brooke. You were nineteen when you started dating David. And I remember you gushing about him at the beginning. He manipulated you. That doesn’t make you weak. A little naive at the beginning? Sure. But we all were at that age.”
“I don’t want to be viewed as weak,” I mumble. Or as too emotional.
Blaze tugs on my hair until I’m looking up at him. He doesn’t let go, making sure I don’t break eye contact. “By who? Alex? Dom? Me? We all know you’re strong as fuck, Daisy. Your childhood was shit. And your parents didn’t get better toward you as you got older.”
I snort. “Sometimes it feels like they got worse.”
“And yet look at yourself. Even after all David put you through, and after all I did to you, you’re still fighting to put your life back together. I’ve seen the office, Brooke. You redid it to make it yours. And don’t think I haven’t noticed you slowly reclaiming the house with your style. And what about going to therapy? Today I discovered firsthand that it fucking sucks. And yet you’ve been going weekly for years. That takes guts.”
My heart warms as he goes on, listing moments over the years that have shown an inner strength he says he’s always been drawn to. He never once looks away from me, and I find myself captured by the sincerity in his eyes.
“You are strong, Daisy,” he finishes. “And I’ve never been more grateful for it.”
I tilt my head. “Grateful?”
He smiles down at me. “Because your trust has been broken so many times. And one of those times, it was by me. Yet here we are, Daisy. I don’t deserve a second chance, but you’re giving me one. You’re willing to put your heart on the line again. That’s something I don’t think I’d be able to do.”
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, I say, “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he murmurs, and then he leans down and seals his lips to mine.
Kissing Blaze is like reading in the middle of a field of flowers on a summer day. It’s sweet, filling me with warmth and happiness. It’s the type of bliss you never want to let go.
So when he pulls away, I press another kiss to his lips. With a chuckle, he gives in, pulling me up until my feet leave the ground. I lock my legs around his waist, never wanting to let him go.
I feel myself sway as Blaze walks into the house. In the kitchen, he sets me on the counter, right where he put me after the first time we kissed.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing what I started.” His hands slide under my dress, pulling it up and off my body. I was already braless, so now I’m only in a pair of panties. Blaze groans, his eyes sliding down my body before he’s pulling my underwear down my legs.
I gasp when leaves a trail of kisses down my thigh. Butterflies flutter to life in my stomach. As Blaze pushes my legs open, my skin practically burns with anticipation at his touch.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his gaze flicking up to my eyes. “You’re perfect.”
Before I can respond, he dives in. His tongue pushes into me, and he groans like he’s wanted to do this for ages. He probably has.
I hold myself upright with one hand while fisting his hair with the other. When he teases my clit with his tongue, a whimper escapes my mouth unbidden.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says when he comes up for air. And then he’s back down again, sucking on my clit and thrusting two fingers into me.
I cry out, my grip on his hair tightening. He’s unrelenting, working me over with the enthusiasm I always fantasized he’d have. His fingers curl repeatedly inside of me, finding the same spot he did last night.
“Blaze, oh please—please don’t stop.” The words fall out of my mouth clumsily and in between sharp breaths. Blaze doesn’t seem to mind though, as he presses his fingers harder and works my clit faster.
My eyes slide shut when he wraps his free arm around my leg, yanking me to the very edge of the counter. He holds me there as he pushes me closer to release with every stroke of his tongue.
I lose track of the words coming out of my mouth. They’re a combination of please, fuck, Blaze, and don’t stop, never stop. But who even knows if I’m getting them out in the right order.
