Blaze's Second Chance (The Sinclair Men)
By: Sam CrescentHer full, tight breasts pressed against his chest. He wanted to suck on them, to taste their full plump red nipples between his teeth.
His dick was as hard as rock. Her little moans escaped from her lips, and he took every little advantage. He plunged his tongue into her depths.
Their sighs of pleasure mingled. Blaze couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to touch her. His hand slid down from her hair, over her neck and passed her collarbone. He cried out at the same time as Cassie when he cupped one of her tits in his palm. That night so long ago he’d not taken the time to love these soft mounds. Providing he played his cards right they’d have the rest of their future together. Her erect bud pushed against his palm, and he ran a nail over the tip through her summer dress. Blaze wanted more. He took her strap and pushed it past her arm exposing the full breast to the naked air and his consuming vision.
Her chest rose and fell with her breathing. He broke away and stared into her dilated eyes. Cassie was as turned on as he.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he asked.
She shook her head.
Blaze took her hand and rested her palm on top of his trousers where his bulge was clearly outlined.
His finger circled the tip of her breast. “I want you so damn bad.”
“This doesn’t change what you did,” she said.
Blaze cursed and looked up at the sky. He wished he could turn back the clock and tell her a million times how much he loved and cared about her. The past three years had taught him everything about the true meaning of lust and love. Back then he should have told his father no. Living with Francesca and witnessing the true maliciousness of the woman had shown him how stupid his actions had been.
For the year Cassie worked for the Sinclair Industry he’d felt more alive and welcome than in the two months of married life he’d spent with Francesca.
Blaze recalled the wedding and the honeymoon period. They’d gone away to Milan, where he spent the whole time wishing he was with another woman. And Francesca had spent it shopping in all the designer boutiques. His marriage had been a nightmare and one he hoped to never relive again.
“I know. Back then I was a stupid man. A heartless fool. Please, Cassie. Give me one more chance. I know I’m divorced, and I’ve got a son now, but couldn’t you find it in your heart to give us a shot?” he pleaded. He ran his thumb over her plump bottom lip. She had the sexiest mouth he’d ever tasted. He wanted to kiss her and make love to her and spend the rest of his life with her. Chris was a meddling bastard, but in this he seemed to know what he was doing.
“What if it doesn’t work?” she asked.
He understood her fear. When she had given herself to him all that time ago, he’d taken and dumped her faster than anything.
“Take a chance. You’re a business woman. I know you felt something for me back then. Seeing you here with my family – in fact just seeing you – has reminded me how much I’ve missed you. I want you, Cassie. This time, the next three weeks, gives us a chance to see what we could be.”
Blaze stopped and waited for her answer. He lifted the strap of her summer dress and covered up her body. He took her hand away from the length of his cock and brushed a kiss across her knuckles.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He smiled. “I’m going to show you I want you for more than sex. For the next three weeks, no sex. We have each other’s company.”
“So, sex is off the menu?”
Did he detect disappointment?”
“Yes.”
Blaze smiled, held her hand and waited.
“Fine. The next two weeks.”
He leaned down and kissed her once on the lips. “Thank you. You won’t regret it.” He walked her back to her room and wished her goodnight. After checking on his son, Blaze went to his own room.
He poured a glass of bourbon and toasted his reflection.
“To second chances,” he said.
Blaze slung back the dark liquid and went to bed, his mind awash with plans for seduction.
Chapter Eight
“I thought we could take a trip into town. We could take Blaze Junior to the fair and then have a dinner at a restaurant?” Blaze asked.
Cassie couldn’t take her eyes away from the arguing couple on the lawn. David and Molly were having yet another argument.
