Claiming Her V-Card (Alphalicious Billionaires Book 6)

by Lindsey Hart

  “W-what would that be?” she stammered. Her hand clutching her tote was so wet that she was surprised there wasn’t moisture dripping all over the floor.

  “Someone once told me that if I ever pulled my head out of my ass, to come back and give this…” he indicated the contract with a sweep of his gorgeous eyes. “To give this a try. So- I was wondering- uh- my head- it’s where it should be now. Up on my shoulders. Not between my cheeks at all. Although, I might still be an asshole, on and off. I thought that maybe you’d be able to forgive me and give it a try.”

  Colette sucked in a breath that her burning lungs desperately needed. “I- er- give what a try, exactly?” She hoped that her face didn’t give away how desperately she wanted to give anything a try with Blaze.

  “I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me,” he purred in his deep, velvet voice that he probably saved just for occasions when he didn’t want his female company to tell him no. “I promise I would be on my best behavior. No dirty talk. No funny stuff. Just. Dinner.”

  Colette had to give herself a bit of a mental shake. She’d heard that before. Heard all of those promises, but this time, his eyes were filled with light and his voice was filled with sincerity.

  She couldn’t help her smile as she reached out with her free hand and closed it around his. Not the one gripping the contract. The one that hung by his side, clasping the edge of his pants, betraying the fact that he, Blaze Hanson, Mr. Sex, walking sex god himself, was actually nervous.

  “You know,” she grinned as that slow, beautiful smile broke over his gorgeous face again. “I’d agree to dinner, but I was really hoping you’d give quadding another try.”

  CHAPTER 20

  Blaze

  In the end, they gave quadding another try. This time, they made it to see the river. Their friend, John, was pretty damn surprised to see them. Of course, he printed off an extra intensive waver, just in case.

  Blaze flew them home and this time, Colette actually enjoyed herself. She pointed out the scenery and talked animatedly about their next adventure.

  She was so sure there’d be many more, that it nearly broke him all over again.

  She even agreed to come back to his place for a cup of tea.

  The do-over of all do-overs. And this time, he did his best not to fuck it all up.

  “I was an asshole,” Blaze started to say as he set a steaming mug of peppermint tea down in front of Colette. She was curled on his couch and he placed it on the industrial looking metal and wood coffee table.

  “Don’t,” she shook her head, her eyes never leaving his face as he crouched down on the edge of the couch beside her. She reached for his hand, wrapped it in her own, and squeezed. “Don’t say things like that.”

  “It’s true. I was.”

  A ghost of a smile played over her lush mouth. He’d refrained from kissing her all day and it was something he meant to rectify, and soon. He wanted to make sure that she was ready. That she’d truly forgiven him, but he hadn’t exactly had a chance to ask her while they were racing through the desert trails. In the plane, it just didn’t seem right. He didn’t want to trap her when, short of bailing out the side with a parachute strapped to her back, she couldn’t go anywhere.

  “You were,” she agreed. “Jury’s out. You might be still.”

  “I definitely still am,” he corrected. He squeezed her hand back and her smile was so bright it nearly made his eyes water. “But if you’ll have me, I’d like to be your asshole.” He got serious. “I was a mess. Honestly. I just- floated through life. Bounced around. I didn’t want to feel anything. Didn’t want to face who I was or where I came from. I’ve spent the past eight months trying to get my head on straight. I actually even went for professional help. Can you imagine?”

  “Honestly, no,” she admitted, and managed to keep a straight face.

  “I did. The first thing they told me was that I was an asshole who had a problem.”

  “You paid money for that? I gave you that advice for free.”

  “Yeah, well, I guess I stuck around for what came after. They helped me talk about my past. About my dad. About my mom leaving. About everything. About the need I had to reinvent myself. They helped me deal with a lot of shit that I’d just buried and hoped that I could eventually forget about. I- I was serious about it. I haven’t been with anyone… I- I realize I was using people in the worst way. That I was using myself, too. Training myself not to feel. Not to hurt. Not to be human. I stopped all of that. I’ve stayed focused. The entire time- I- I thought about you.”

  “And that contract?”

  “No. Just you.”

  He dared to meet her eyes and she met his and everything stopped. It felt like they were the only people in existence. Colette looked at him the same way she had that very first time he’d ever had her alone. Truly had her attention. Like she could see right through him, but this time, she didn’t glance away.

  “So, tell me then,” she began, her tone lighting with every word. “How was it? Living in your ass for all those years?”

  “Dark and smelly,” he shot back as he twisted their fingers together.

  “Hmm. I imagine. I’d also think that it was a little bit nice. You have- you have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen. I used to think about what it would be like to bite you there.”

  “Hmph.” He couldn’t hold back the stunned sound. “Seriously?” he managed. “The prim and proper Colette who hated the dirty talk?”

  “I didn’t hate the dirty talk,” she admitted. “I just hated how you used it like a shield and a weapon at the same time. I- if you wanted to- if you wanted to try it again, maybe I’d be more open to listening.”

  “And biting my ass?”

  Her cheeks flushed adorably. “Maybe that too.”

  “How hard are we talking?”

  “Hard enough to leave a mark.”

  “I like it. Keep going.” His eyes dropped to her mouth, to the fullest set of red lips that he’d ever encountered. The softest, most responsive lips. He’ll never be able to forget how those lips felt against his. “You have the most beautiful lips,” he murmured before she could say anything.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Can I kiss you there?”

  “O-okay.” Her response was raspy and her breathing hitched. When he dipped his head, she let out a squeal and tugged on his hair. “You really are a lovely asshole, Blaze Hanson?”

  “Blaze Hanson? Who the hell is that?” he deadpanned.

  She smacked his hand and then twined both of hers around his neck, tugging him down to her. “I waited a long time for this,” she rasped right before his lips crushed hers.

  He was hungry, but so was she, and they ate at each other’s mouths. The fire he felt spreading in his stomach, warming him, was exactly what he’d experienced with her before. Her and no other person. He’d kissed quite a few, and never, never felt a single thing. Until her.

  Until the woman who pulled him up from the depths of his darkness and saved him. She pulled him to safety, and she let him fight for himself. She let him want to be better. She waited for him to, like she said, get his head out of his ass.

  She’d waited.

  She was here.

  He wasn’t letting her go. Ever. Again.

  He’d once said she was his and he made that true. He ate at her moans and swallowed her whimpers. When she shifted, grinding below him, he let her create the friction she needed. She was so hot she could dry hump him all night long. Well- maybe not all night.

  When her hand strayed up his denim covered leg and gripped the bulge straining against his fly, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He nipped at her lips while she worked him through his jeans, while she ground her pelvis down against his knee. He thrust his tongue through the seam of her lips and she shamelessly battled with him, warring and moaning, writhing and bucking, biting back when she needed to.

  He couldn’t take it. He stripped her sweater away and then her black tank and
when he got to her bra, he ripped it away so enthusiastically that she let out a breathless moan that was half pain, half lust. She opened her mouth, probably to complain about the bra he’d just destroyed, but he silenced her by taking her dusky, raspberry sweet nipple into his mouth and sucking until all her scolding words evaporated. He reached over with his other hand and palmed her other breast, rolling the nipple roughly between his fingers, just so it wouldn’t feel left out.

  She was warm and ready and so damn responsive that it nearly killed him. She thrust her breast into his hand while she arched her back, letting him suck her nipple into his mouth. He plied her with his tongue, rolling it over the arched peak until she was panting and straining below him.

  He lifted his head and stared into Colette’s hazy, lust filled eyes. “Do you want to take this upstairs? And feel free to say no, because this is a no-pressure question. If you want to dry hump my leg all night, feel free. I’d be happy to act like a horny, hormone fueled teenager again.”

  “You’re an idiot,” she panted. “Yes, I want you to take me upstairs. Yes. Just… yes.”

  She latched her legs around his waist and while he carried her through the living room and up the stairs, his feet clanging on the metal steps, he vowed that he’d burn those damn jeans of hers for getting in his way.

  He made quick work of them, almost before he even set her down on the floor. She tried to look around, to take in the loft, but he snapped her attention back to him when he shoved her jeans down her thighs and to the floor. Her panties followed suit and then it was his turn. Her hands scrabbled at his clothes frantically and he helped her, shedding everything in record time.

  Colette’s hand strayed back down, finding his massive erection and stroking him from the shaft right to the tip. Christ, he couldn’t believe she was a virgin. She wasn’t shy. She wasn’t afraid.

  She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, licking a hot path from her beautiful breasts, down her stomach, past her navel, down lower, to his perfect prize.

  “It’s been eight months and I can still remember exactly the way you taste,” he purred against the set of lips he’d really wanted to kiss.

  Her hands tangled in his hair, ramming his face up into her pelvis. “Then shut up and do it because I’ve been waiting a long time for this too.”

  He didn’t need to be asked twice. He devoured her, flattening his tongue out and licking her in long, hot passes. He stopped, only to breathe in her sweet, musky scent. She groaned when he did, and spread her legs further, giving him complete access to the most intimate part of her.

  “You’re mine now,” he couldn’t help but choke out, right before his tongue darted up into her entrance, filling her tight, beautiful heat. “This pussy. This ass…” he curled his hand into her bottom, grinding her harder into his face as he explored every single inch of her. He furled his tongue over her clit, and she let out a husky whimper different from all the rest. “This body. Your soul. Your heart. I’m going to be worthy of it this time. I fucking promise.”

  “Is that- is that all you can do, Hanson? Is that really your A game? Here I thought you were going to bring the filthy talk.”

  “Oh, I’ll bring it,” he promised as his tongue danced over her clit, denying her the pressure she really wanted. She whimpered and dug her nails into his scalp in frustration. “I’ll bring it. After I have you, I’m going to have you again. Maybe not right away, because you’ll be sore, but sometime during the night. In the morning I’m going to turn you over and feast on that pretty little ass. I’m going to get you used to it, because I own that too. One day, you’ll take my fingers there, my cock…”

  “Oh god,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

  “I’ll take you in the shower. On the stairs. On the couch. On the kitchen fucking counter as I make us breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

  “I didn’t realize you cooked,” she moaned.

  “Oh, I cook.”

  “That’s why you got all stainless steel and leather?”

  “You bethcha. Just for you. No one else has been here. Ever. This has always been my sanctuary and now it’s yours too.”

  “I like that. I like that kind of talk the most,” she purred. Her hands guided him back to her swollen sex and he ate her, attacking and lashing her clit until she came, screaming out his name, panting and bucking and soaking his face.

  After, he stood up, bracing her around the waist to keep her upright, since her legs were trembling. He kissed her hard, letting her taste herself in the most primal way.

  “Now,” he whispered darkly when he pulled away. “Now I’m going to fulfill that contract.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes a combination of anticipation and lust. Her pupils were blown wide, eating up the irises completely. She looked thoroughly pleasured and he hadn’t even really started.

  She broke away slowly, stalking over to the bed and laying herself out against the black comforter. She never tore her eyes from his face, not even when she spread her legs and crooked a finger in invitation. Not even when she breathed the sexiest words he’d ever heard in his life.

  “Fucking Finally.”

  CHAPTER 21

  Colette

  Colette couldn’t believe this was her. That she was totally naked and boldly spread out on Blaze’s bed. She’d only thought about doing this a hundred thousand times. Some, okay, most, beneath her sheets late at night, when she couldn’t sleep, burning up, thinking about him. Sometimes she doubted that she’d ever see him again. It hurt, the doubt that assailed her in her weaker moments. She didn’t want to miss someone who wasn’t even available in the first place, but she did. She’d thought about him. All. The. Time.

  And now he was here. She was in his bed and he was real.

  And very, very rock hard.

  He was so hard that his cock stood vertical, droplets of pre-cum leaking out of the tip and trickling down, making his shaft wet and shiny. She was scared. He was huge and she was pretty sure she was small, but nature also designed men and women to fit together, and she was pretty sure that she wanted him badly enough that no matter how much it hurt, she’d even be thankful for the pain.

  “I swear, I’m clean,” he told her as his hand gripped his shaft and began to stroke in long, slow pulls.

  “I believe you,” she breathed. Her whole body was a blaze of sensation watching him touch himself. God, it should really not be that sexy, but then again, Blaze was always hotter than sin. Mr. Sex. She hadn’t named him wrong, however rude it was. “I’m on the pill.”

  “You’re what?”

  “I’m on the pill. I- I wanted to- well- I knew I wasn’t going to stay a virgin forever. I was pretty sure that one day, you’d darken my doorstep again. I was going to give it a year then show back up at HBAD and demand to see you and chew you out if you hadn’t picked up the pieces and assembled yourself back together by then. Or at least tried.”

  One dark brow nearly ended up in his hairline. “What exactly did you imagine chewing out in that scenario?” he asked dryly.

  She flipped him off.

  He grinned back at her.

  “You know what I mean. I was going to wait for you for a year and then, if it wasn’t meant to be, I would have let it go. I would have let you go. Started fresh.”

  “It looks like you already landed at a good spot. Though HBAD isn’t the same without you.”

  “Maybe I’ll consider coming back.”

  “Never. You’re amazing at what you do. You’re making a difference there, and that, is hot as hell.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I might have had someone track you down. A PI that I paid good money to in order to do some digging for me.”

  “You’re insane.”

  “Only for you.”

  He was still tugging at his cock and she whimpered, wriggling her hips on the bed and opening her legs so far that her thighs trembled.

 
“I’m on the pill,” she stated again. “I have been for four months. So- if you- if you want to go in bare…”

  Blaze groaned. The look on his face was nothing short of pained. “You’re going to kill me here, Office Baby. Talking like that. Here I thought I was the king of dirty and all along, you had it covered. I’ve never not wrapped up before. I want you to know that.”

  She flushed, but this time the sensation was pleasant. “Then I’m glad to be your first. I can’t wait for you to be mine.”

  Blaze’s eyes flicked to the ceiling. “Christ,” he muttered, before he was on her.

  He was huge. Everywhere. Huge and warm and achingly hot. He covered her, stretching out their muscles flexed and melded together, until their skin stuck.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice hot and velvet in her ear, and she did as he asked.

  She dug her heels into his rock-solid ass for good measure and he groaned, the noise flooding her neck and ear and echoed lower, in the pit of her belly.

  He moved his hips, fitting himself to her entrance, and she braced for it. Braced for the pain. It never came. It did hurt when Blaze locked their bodies together and slid in an inch. His cock was huge, and it stretched her uncomfortably, but all it felt was sore. Even as he slipped in deeper, inch by inch, letting her body get used to him, there wasn’t actually pain.

  Even as he butted up against her barrier and she dug her nails into his shoulders and squeezed his hips unmercifully with her thighs. He waited, but she wriggled against him, silently begging him.

  When he thrust, the pain was like white lightning, enveloping her, but a second later, it was already fading and she was gasping and writhing and bucking helplessly against him, a rhythm that her body dictated as her mind checked out. He moved inside of her, filling her with his scalding thickness and she was so full that she wanted to weep and scream and cry out all at once. She wanted to scratch his back to shreds until he bled with her, but instead, she clung to him.