Page 7 of Property of Fire

Oh my God.This is not happening.

It’s not the first time since changing into Fire’s tee and getting ready for bed that I say this to myself. Fire left his bedroom long enough for me to slip out of my clothes, climb into bed, and slide under his covers. The bed was massive and comfy. I pretty much passed out within minutes of getting into it. This was after he came into the room, stripped down to his boxers, and climbed in next to me. He kept distance between us. This wasn’t hard to do with how big his bed was, but still, I could feel him close to me.

Now, in the light of day, my fears were overridden by the fact I was indeed in Fire’s bed. He was in it with me and where there was a good amount of space between us, now . . . he was curled around me. His body was flush against mine. The feeling of him this close—so much better than what I could’ve and have dreamed up. His heat alone makes it so a person wouldn’t even need a blanket whatsoever.

I laid in his arms for as long as I could before nature called, and I had no choice but to see to them. I barely shift away from Fire when he tightens his arm around me, all but crushing me to him.

“Where you goin’?” he asks, his voice alert like he was awake, but it still held a sleep-husky tone that went straight between my thighs.

“Ugh, to the bathroom,” I tell him, not wanting to admit to needing the facilities. “Can you let me go so I can do just that?”

Slowly, Fire lifts his arm and rolls to his back. “Come right back.”

I look over my shoulder at him like he’s lost his ever-loving mind. Was he serious?No way was I getting back in that bed with Fire. If I did that, I would totally be doing something I know I shouldn’t. Which would, in turn, mean I embarrass myself in a way I will not be able to ever in my life meet his gaze. Mostly because I’d most definitely throw myself at him and beg him to do other things to my body than just holding me.

Having slept in his arms, his body pressed against mine, it’s . . . well, it’s totally got my body feeling things in places I haven’t felt before.

Shooting a glare at him, I scamper off to the bathroom, do my thing, and stare at myself in the mirror while thinking about how I was going to get out of this situation that I’ve allowed myself to get into.

I was doing this for so long, that when Fire knocks on the door, I nearly jump out of my skin.

“You good in there, Eve?” he calls through the thin door that separates the two of us.

“Yeah,” I answer, taking a deep breath. “Do you have an extra toothbrush? I need to brush my teeth.” I was totally stalling.

“Medicine cabinet,” he responds immediately. “Use whatever you need in there.”

I glance around the bathroom, stare at the massively large shower and say screw it. I need a shower. I didn’t get to take one as I would normally do after getting off work. Stripping out of my clothes, I step into the large walk-in shower, twist the knob, turning the hot water on. The shower almost immediately steams up, and the warmth of the spray hits my body, sending shivers along my spine.

I take my time showering, in no rush to go in search of Fire. Well, okay, maybe I wouldn’t mind seeing him again, but I didn’t look forward to him telling me things I didn’t want to hear like going and talking to Heat.

Using body wash, I try not to think about how good it smelled.Or the fact I’m using his stuff.

Once I finish and rinse off, I dry off using one of his handful of towels. My mind immediately going over the fact that he seriously needs some new linens. Some bigger, fluffier towels, for sure. His are thin and worn. To say he needs a new set is an understatement.

Finally, with nothing to do to prolong my stay in the bathroom, I suck in a deep breath, open the door, and step out. Thankfully, Fire isn’t anywhere to be seen, and I move to where I’d set my jeans, bra, and shirt.

I knew I was gonna have to go commando, which was fine. The scrap of lace I’d had on wasn’t much of anything anyway, so it’s not a big deal. I barely have my jeans and bra on when Fire steps into the room.

I don’t bother shielding myself from him. I watch him take all of me in, and I want him to see exactly what he’s missing out on. Fire definitely takes his time soaking in the sight of me.

Rather than putting on the shirt I’d worn the day before, I walk across to the dresser. I remember Fire pulling out the shirt I slept in, open the draw, and grab another one. “Hope you don’t mind. I’m not feeling like putting the shirt I wore yesterday back on.” It’s bad enough I’m wearing the jeans. Not that I don’t mind wearing jeans without washing more than once, but I prefer fresh clothes.

“Help yourself out,” Fire grunts.Out of the corner of my eye, I see him still standing there, arms crossed, focused on me. “Since you’re showered and all, we’ll head over to the clubhouse. Heat’s waiting.”

“You called Heat already?” The question comes out as I whip around to face the man.

“Called to tell him I was bringing you to the clubhouse and that we needed to have a talk.”

“Great, just fucking great,” I mutter more to myself rather than to Fire. “You didn’t have to call him. I’m fine. He doesn’t need to know?—”

“If you say that he doesn’t need to know what’s going with you and this bullshit you share, I’ll put you over my knee here and now. I’m done listening to you say this shit isn’t none of my business.”

“It isn’t,” I snap, hands planting themselves on my waist to face off with the man in front of me. He’s insufferable, yet he’s still hot, and I’d totally jump him if I could.

“Evelin,” Fire snarls, nostrils flare with my name on his lips. “Get your ass ready to go, woman, before you find yourself in a position you don’t want to be in.”

“What position would that be?” I wasn’t going to back down to him.

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