"Yes." I launch into his arms and tackle him to the floor.
"Whoa." He wraps me in a strong embrace.
"I don't need time. I just need you," I vocalize my thoughts.
Baz's smile as he looks up at me is dazzling. It's warm and genuine and full of love. Full of joy. Just like my heart.
This ice queen's emotions have finally thawed from their arctic prison. I feel human again. Not a ghost who's invisible. Who's untouchable. Who's nonexistent.
Baz makes me real.
I smash my lips against his, expressing the outpour of emotions that are uncontainable. The feelings I can't verbally express. He hugs me tighter, accepting everything I have to give. Moaning into my mouth, he clutches my head as our hips begin to grind of their own accord. The physical desire is never far. It's forged within our foundation. And it undeniably rules.
"You are worthy," I declare between scorching hot kisses. "And you can have me any way you want me." I'm unsure what propels me to make the spontaneous decision. Maybe it's because I know Baz will never hurt me. It will be a completely different experience. And I want him to own me. Every single part of me. Especially that part. I want him to erase the past and sketch a new future. Embed new associations and feelings. I don't want to have to say no to him, ever.
"Stevie, that's not what this whole thing is about," he disputes.
"Yes, it is. It's exactly what it's about. No walls. No fears. No regrets. Nothing standing between us. I want you to be able to have me however you want me." He runs his knuckles along my cheek as he regards me thoughtfully. I know he's questioning my decision. My sudden change of tune. He doesn't want anything to happen for the wrong reasons. "I want to give this part of myself to you. Only you."
"How can I deny a heartfelt plea like that?"
"You can't." I grin as I press my lips to his.
"You're right. I can't." He glides his hands south and palms my ass, squeezing my cheeks so hard I squeak as he presses his growing erection between my legs. "I wanted inside that hot hole the first night we were together, and not a damn thing has changed." Baz locks his arm around my waist and anchors me to his body as he repositions us on the floor. I cling to him as he sets me on my back and rests on top of me. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Stevie. I'm going to make you love it." He darts his tongue out, swiping it across my pouty bottom lip before running it over my jaw and down my neck. Just before he passes my collarbone, I catch his face in my hands.
"Baz." I suck in a shaky breath, and he looks up at me. "Just don't ask me to scream."
Baz pushes up on his arms, his green gaze beating down on my face. Concern, confusion, anger, and resistance swirl in his irises.
"Stevie, maybe we shouldn't-"
"We definitely should." I place my fingertips over his mouth. "I'll tell you everything tomorrow. I don't want to ruin anything tonight. I just want to be with you." I inhale, cleansing my muddy lungs with oxygen. "Just you."
Securing a piece of long, stray hair behind his ear, I wait patiently as the questions cycle through Baz's mind. I see them all. What happened? What aren't you telling me? Who hurt you? Can I fucking kill him?
He's too late for the last one.
"Baz," I implore, my insides strumming from just his body heat alone. "Make me feel good."
His lids lower. I uttered the magic words. "You fight dirty, Stevie James."
"I know." I gasp as he traps one of my nipples in his mouth. He can't resist when I ask for something so pleasure-seeking. Something that will satisfy us both. Because Baz enjoys making me come just as much as I enjoy coming.
"Tomorrow." Baz bites my over-sensitized nipple, and I jolt. "You tell me everything." I nod my head sluggishly, half-drunk with desire.
Baz spends a few more minutes plucking my nipples between his teeth before moving down my torso. He kisses an S shape over my ribs then a heart around my navel. My chest pinches from the overly sweet gesture. But that's Baz. Thoughtful, sweet, protective, intense. He has so many layers. And I love every single one of them.
Baz emits a half-groan, half-hum, all-male sound as his mouth reaches my lips. I'm damp from the foreplay, and he's fully aware. He doesn't even bother to tease me; he just buries his head between my thighs and unleashes his tongue.
God! I bow up in pure bliss as he wrenches my legs farther apart and explores every exposed inch of me. The throb starts in my core and with every pulse works its way out further and further until I feel it in my fingertips, in my curling toes, and all my straining muscles.
"Hands above your head, baby." He sucks hard on my clit, snapping his head as he pulls the piece of pink flesh between his lips.