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  He stood, getting me a cool washcloth and wiping my forehead, then my cheeks, then my lips. “I should have anticipated that,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

  Later, after I’d cleaned up, he snuggled up against me in bed, his arms wrapped around my waist. I was glad he seemed to just sense I didn’t want to talk about it.

  When I drifted off to sleep, my last thought was that I wanted to stay like this with him forever.

  I blinked open my eyes the next morning to light streaming through the windows and Blaze gone. Oh crap. Had he left, the way I’d left him after that first night in the hotel? “Blaze?” What the hell time was it? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept like that.

  The bedroom door creaked open and Blaze walked inside, plates and silverware carefully arranged on a breakfast tray in his hands. “Good morning,” he said.

  “What time is it?”

  “Only nine,” he said.

  “It’s so bright. I feel like I slept forever.”

  “I didn’t want to wake you. You were dead to the world.”

  “Oh my God. How long have you been awake? You’re all dressed and have breakfast ready? I’m a total slacker.”

  “I figured I’d make myself useful. When’s the last time you were waited on hand and foot?” Blaze grinned, setting the tray down on the bed and sliding in beside me. “Wait, no, I don’t want to know that answer. I’m sure all those Stanford boys are falling all over themselves for you.”

  “Hah.” I accepted a cup of coffee gratefully, sipping on it. “Uh, Blaze - about last night. I ruined the moment and -”

  “Say no more,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking at all. I should have realized it would affect you like that.”

  “But it hasn’t,” I protested. “I don’t know why that happened. I haven’t had any bad dreams or anything. It was just so out of the blue.”

  Blaze shrugged. “Things like that are unpredictable.”

  “Yeah, but in the middle of sex and -”

  “Hey,” he said, leaning over and putting his index finger on my lips. “Life’s messy. It’s just how things are. It’s not anything you should feel bad about. My cock didn’t shrivel up and fall off just because we didn’t finish.”

  I grinned wickedly, looking at his jeans. “No, it certainly did not, did it?” I picked up the breakfast tray and set it on a desk in the corner of the room.

  “Hey! Aren’t you hungry?”

  I turned around. “Absolutely starving.”

  “The food’s - oh.”

  “Oh. Yeah, I wasn’t talking about that food.” I climbed back over him, unbuttoning his pants as he lay back on the pillows, his hands trailing lazily through my hair as it fell forward near his face. I made quick work of his jeans, yanking at the sides as he arched his hips off the bed to help me. “Oh, I see how it is. Hard already?”

  Blaze grinned sheepishly. “Girl, I can’t explain what you do to me.”

  “Good answer,” I said, maintaining eye contact with him as I guided him toward my mouth. I touched my tongue to him, tasting his saltiness, and Blaze groaned. “Not quite yet,” I said, smiling as I bent down, slowly and gently kissing the length of his inner thighs, hearing his breath grow more and more shallow. I took my sweet time trailing my tongue along the textured surface of his balls, taking one and then the other in my mouth like he was a delicious treat. Or, breakfast, anyway.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” Blake said, hands running over my head, fingers laced through my hair.

  The words spurred me on and I drew my tongue down his length, then around his head, flicking it over the tip of his cock before finally wrapping my hand tight around the base and taking him in my mouth, only the tip, teasing him. My nipples hardened, an almost reflexive response to his taste. I shuddered, too aware of the dampness between my legs, my sudden hunger for him, more than anything else.

  “Dani.” He groaned as I moved up and down his length, taking as much of him in as I could, caressing him with my hand. “Oh yeah, that’s it.”

  Blaze pulled at my hair, gripping it at the roots, and rocked with his hips as he became more aroused. I moaned intentionally and heard him inhale sharply. I hadn’t realized how much I would enjoy this, having him in my mouth, taking him. Pleasing him. Having him at my mercy. I felt his body stiffen as he got closer to climax, and knew I needed him inside me, urgently.

  “Wait. What are you doing?” he asked as I pulled away from him.

  “Hang on.” I swung my leg over, facing away, and felt his hands on my ass, guiding me as I slid easily onto him.

  “Oh my God, that’s it.” I braced my hands on the bed, grinding against him, and Blaze kneaded my cheeks as he moved underneath me. As my orgasm built, Blaze grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back as I rode him. The sharp sting of pain did something to push me closer to the edge and I cried out, “Oh God, yes, Blaze.”

  I felt swept away by my pleasure, higher and higher, and I couldn’t think, lost in the moment. I could hear him say something but it sounded far away, and I came, wave after wave of orgasm washing over me. I gripped his legs, pushing my body down on his like he was my only tether to reality, and I felt him come with me. When my mind finally cleared, I turned, looking at him over my shoulder.

  “See? You’re not the only one who can cook up something good for breakfast.”

  “No ma’am,” he said. “My hat’s off to the chef.”

  “So, are you’re going to join me down at the lake?” I picked a grape from a bunch on the kitchen counter and popped it in my mouth. “God, I’ve been starving all day.”

  Blaze closed the cooler lid and turned, a grin plastered across his face. “That’s because of all the exercise you’ve been getting.”

  “I know. I’m going to have hard time walking tomorrow!”

  He swatted me on the ass, a gesture that felt playful and intimate. Then the thought crept into my head. Be careful. Remember who you are, what you’re doing here. I pushed it away. My doubts and fears were not about to ruin a perfectly good day at a beautiful lake with the hottest guy I’d ever been with. I’d been with attractive guys, but I was more attracted to Blaze than anyone I’d been with before.

  “Let’s go.” He tossed me a blanket.

  “I’m surprised you don’t have a little picnic basket, since you’re little Suzy Homemaker,” I said.

  “I should get a picnic basket, now that you mention it. Do you think they sell them at Home Depot?”

  I giggled. “Probably. We should take the minivan.”

  Down at the lake, we laid on a blanket in the shade, drinking wine from paper cups and eating sandwiches, hanging out like a couple of - well, a couple. I leaned against his chest, the soft fabric of his tee-shirt brushing my cheek. “This is nice.”

  “It is.” Blaze stroked my hair, the rhythmic movement almost hypnotic.

  “It’s not going to be so nice when we go back.”

  “Nope.” He was silent, and I wondered if he was as reluctant to return to reality as I was. It was a nice break, playing house up here, and part of me didn’t want it to end. Part of me fantasized that he could be my escape. But I knew that was not the case, and I would have to deal with reality soon. A feeling of darkness settled over me as I thought about returning to reality, and I tried to shake it off.

  “Hey.” I looked at Blaze, his eyes closed, every muscle in his face relaxed. He grunted a response.

  “How cold is the lake?”

  “Fucking cold.”

  “Well, good thing it’s fucking warm outside.” I jumped to my feet, flashing him a wicked grin. “It’s swimmable, right?”

  “Never tried. I mean, it’s not an actual lake - just a little pond. I’m sure it’s okay to swim in.” He shielded his eyes. “What the hell are you doing? You’re going to freeze your tits off in there.”

  I laughed, pulling my sundress over my head and leaving a trail of clothing behind me as I walked to the water. “Are you going to just lay there