After we leave the restaurant, we take the train back to Blaze’s apartment, and it’s all I can do to wait until we are inside before I start tearing his clothes off.

It’s crazy. Totally. My life just changed completely in the span of twenty-four hours. And I have no clue at all where it’s headed. But I’m actually okay with that. I’m excited about the possibilities. A new job that I’ve wanted forever. And the sexiest man alive wanting me in his bed? I’ll take it.

I have no idea where this thing with Blaze will go. But I was truthful when I said I was okay with that. I want to live on the edge for once. Not worry about what’s ahead. Enjoy the moment.

And at the moment, I’m really enjoying Blaze’s tongue trailing its way up my inner thigh, headed straight for my pussy.

He growls against my sensitive flesh, that sexy as sin sound making me gush.

More. More. More.

It’s like a chant in my head.

And when he swirls his tongue over my clit, licking, flicking, sucking, I moan in pleasure. I grab fistfuls of his hair, pressing him more tightly between my legs, sure I’ll never get enough of this.

But then he grabs me and drags me up into a sitting position, pulling my shirt over my head. I’m completely naked now and start pulling at his clothes, ready to see him in all his naked glory too.

The sight is magnificent. Intricate ink works its way all over his skin, winding around his arms, his torso, his back. The ink ripples under his taut and bunching muscles. Unable to resist, I trace them with my fingers, then follow behind with my tongue. I want to touch and lick every inch of this man’s body. I could get lost in it for days.

My hands tease his lower stomach, trailing down, further and further until my fingers dance over his thick erection. I wrap him in my hands and give him a tug, loving when his head falls back on a sexy groan.

“Time to return the favor,” I whisper, following my hands once again until I’m hovering just above his cock, my breath teasing the velvety head.

Blaze grips my hair in his hand, much like I did to him, and I know he won’t be gentle. The thought has me excited, my pussy pooling with wetness all over again.

I wrap my mouth around him, flicking my tongue as I put just the tip inside, fisting my hand around the base. Then I flatten my tongue, taking him as far as I can, opening my throat for him.

He lets out a feral growl and thrusts hard, taking my mouth, getting his pleasure from me. I fucking love it. I continue to work my mouth up and down in time with his frantic thrusts, satisfied when I feel him begin to thicken and swell.

But then he pulls me off his cock with a loud pop and flips me over in one fluid motion until he’s flat on his back and I’m straddling him.

He hands me a condom with a quirk of his brow. Without words, he gives me the control. This strong, wild man letting me be in charge of what happens next.

I rip it open, staring at his dark, dark eyes as I roll it down over his length. And the mood shifts. It’s not as frantic, as needy.

I go slow, lowering myself down over him until he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in tight like they did last night on his bike. We both breathe hard with the sensations rolling through our bodies. A tremor shakes me as I feel him twitch within me.

It spurs me into action, and my hips begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging up and down along my inner walls. It doesn’t take long for my need to rise up again, and soon I’m moving faster, racing toward the finish line, needing desperately to cum on this man’s magnificent cock.

He chuckles, and I meet his eyes. “Knew you wanted a ride, baby,” he says.

I laugh teasingly and echo his words from last night. “Just grip it between my legs, right?”

He waggles his eyebrows, then pulls me down toward him for a bruising kiss that I feel searing its way through my entire body.

Then we’re moving together, panting, desperate. And when I ride right over the edge, he follows right behind, his body quaking as hard as mine with the intensity of our climaxes.

We collapse in a heap, a tangled mess of limbs, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt so content. Excited about the future of my job. But just as excited to find out what’s in store for Blaze and me.

I laugh as a thought crosses my mind.

“What?” he murmurs into my hair.

“I had no idea last night that I was about to get my own train sex fantasy come true.”

“Train sex?”

I tell him about Adrienne, and he laughs. “I thought you were pretty worked up last night on the train, but I had no idea.” He flips me over and pins me underneath his hard, inked up body. “I can totally make that a reality.”

I bite my lip, then lose myself in the barrage of kisses he assaults me with.

Oh yeah, I think there is a whole lot of train sex in my future.