SpeakeasySweetheart by Clare Murray Page A

need you now ,” he told her.
    “Here?” She squeaked as he braced her against the wall,
lifting both thighs up and apart. “Blaze!”
    “Let me guess—you’ve never done this before either.”
    “No,” she said.
    “Good. I like teaching you new things.”
    Her gasp as he penetrated her was music to his ears. He took
her hard and fast, keeping her thighs wide apart as she clung to his neck,
whimpering. He loved hearing her orgasm, her wild, loud cries stimulating him
beyond belief. He knew the moment she came, her pussy clamping down hard as she
shuddered.
    He wanted to draw the moment out but he couldn’t hold on any
longer. She was too tantalizing, too damn sexy. His shout mingled with her
cries, and for a long moment he was content to merely hold her, their panting
slowly subsiding.
     
    Just when Sasha thought she was beginning to recover, his
cock jerked inside her. Her eyes widened. “Again?”
    “It’s been some time since I indulged in sex. I think I have
some making up to do.”
    “As long as it’s with me.” She still couldn’t quite get over
the conversation they’d had earlier. He wanted to marry her?
    “Trust me, sweetheart. I’ll be proposing as soon as I buy
you an appropriate ring.”
    He swept her over to the bed, pinning her beneath him. She
ran her hands across his skin, tugging at his clothing until he obligingly
shucked it all off. God, they’d been so desperate for sex that he hadn’t even
undressed all the way. She was unused to that, having always meticulously
stripped and prepared herself just the way her ex liked. This was rawer, far more sexy.
    Blaze wanted her just the way she was. His eyes were hooded
as he drank in the sight of her naked body, tracing her cheeks with one hand.
“There’s no need to blush, baby. I like looking at you.”
    Sasha cursed her fair complexion. “I like looking at you
too. I’m just not used to so much openness.”
    “Tell me how you want me to make love to you,” he said.
    “I’m not used to that, either!”
    “Get used to it.” He grinned.
    “Fine. Um. How about a new position?”
    She held her breath—but he didn’t blink an eye. “Get on your
hands and knees.”
    Holy crap. He was serious about pleasing her. She could get
used to this.
    His cock filled her, driving deep—deeper than she expected.
He held her hips steady, slipping one hand underneath, unerringly finding her
clit. The sudden intense burst of pleasure nearly arced her off the bed.
    Blaze was pushing all her buttons, driving her inexorably
into orgasm after orgasm. She had no idea how many times she succumbed, or
quite how she got into his arms afterward. She only knew that she felt safe,
loved and thoroughly pleasured.
    Cornell was the only blotch on this happiness. The memory of
his twisted smile and smarmy voice made her shudder.
    “What is it?” Blaze asked.
    “I was thinking about Cornell. How did you find me, anyway?
I thought I was toast.”
    “Toast?”
    Evidently whatever powers had sent her through the door
hadn’t stripped away everything that didn’t pertain to the Roaring
Twenties. She’d have to test her boundaries someday, but right now there were
more important things to tend to.
    “I thought I was dead,” she said. “He was really crazy.”
    “He’s always been a little bit like that. Rumor has it he’s
been worse lately. Paranoid. Paddy thinks he might be on drugs.”
    “Paddy?” A sudden thought occurred to her. “You aren’t in
the mafia, are you?”
    Blaze laughed. “No, honey. I give this fellow a few bucks
here and there for information. He’s the one I went out to meet a few nights
ago. He told me you were in danger.”
    “I’ll still be in danger as long as Cornell is free.”
    “Yes.” He shifted, looking deep into her eyes. “Will you
trust me to keep you safe?”
    “Do you still need to get your revenge?” Unable to meet his
gaze any longer, she stared at his chest. His hair there was dark too. She
couldn’t