Page 24 of Blazing Desires
My eyes trail him from head to toe, from the way his hair is wet and slicked back, the ends curling in different directions, allthe way down to his bare, tanned feet. He could’ve stepped out of a book from my shelves with how alluring he is, and I cannot help as my darkest fantasies play out in my mind. He chuckles and it moves me into action.
“Shit, sorry! I’m staring, I mean you— How— You can’t simply walk around looking like that! It’s not fucking fair, you pretty bastard.”
I huff and fold my arms as I screw my eyes shut but my reaction only makes him laugh harder.
“You’re so fucking cute. I’ll get dressed so you don’t have to look at me, wouldn’t want to make you suffer.”
“No, I mean don’t.” I take a steadying breath and close my eyes, trying to get my shit together. “What I’m trying to say is you don’t have to cover up if you don’t want to. You’re not the first guy I’ve seen topless, so do what makes you comfortable. This is your space too, now.”
I open my eyes to find him stalking towards me, his face barely hiding the fury. My feet propel me backwards and he immediately stops with his palms raised.
“I’m not going to hurt you, love. I’m not pissed at you, merely a jealous man who wants to make sure you only picture me from now on when you’re thinking about a topless man.”
I blink in surprise and unlock my muscles, “You’re not mad? Why would you be jealous?”
He shakes his head slowly, “I’m not mad, I promise. Anyone with half a brain and good eyesight would kill to have you gazing at them the way you just did to me. Knowing you’ve likely lavished that same attention on someone else makes me want to gouge their eyes out of their sockets with my fingers. I wish to be the subject of all your blazing desires, Mea Divina.”
Holy fucking shit.His words should scare me, but they just send heat licking over my body in a scorching caress.
“Now come on, let’s eat. I’m starving so you must be downrightravenous, love.”
He holds out a hand and as I walk over and take it for him to lead me to the couch, I can’t help but think how hungry I am. Yes, I’m ravenous but not for the food he’s now wheeled over and laying out before me—for him and the way his body moves. I can’t get over the way he speaks to me when his desire slips through.
I don’t tell him that his wish has already come true.
I will only be able to think of him.
Chapter 10
Sorry Goes a Long Way
Blaze
Istudy her as she eats, memorising the way her mouth moves when she chews and the delicate little bites she takes of the food. I’m glad I had the idea of getting food ordered to her room last night. It took a little encouragement from me that she should eat whatever she felt like from the array. Her concerns over it not being breakfast food lasted only a few seconds once I put a slice of her favourite lemon cake in front of her with a can of soda to wash it down.
She’d squealed and told me it was her favourite. I had to bite my tongue when I’d wanted to reply, “I know.”
We sit in the same position as we had yesterday, crossed-legged at the coffee table. Our knees touch underneath, the press of hers against mine taking me back to when we were younger. We would sit facing each other while she would try and read my palms.
“Do I have something on my face?”
Her question snaps me out of my impromptu visit down memory lane and I realise I’ve been staring at her mouth long enough to get caught.
“Huh? Oh no, you’re fine love.”
She gives me a shy smile as I feel the blush creep over my face at being the one caught staring this time. I take a bite of cake to give myself something to do instead of confessing how much I have missed her company after all of these years.
“What did you get up to last night while I was gone?” I say around a piece of cake.
It’s the only way I can feign it being an innocent conversation, rather than demanding she tell me to satiate my need to know what Preston had seen. If she’d been changing or something along those lines and that sick fuck had been watching, I’d go in there and murder him all over again. It would be bad enough even if she was simply sitting here reading.
She pulls her brows together in a frown as she thinks back to last night. I force myself to keep eating as my worry grows at her extended silence.
“I read some more of my book and then I took a bath. After that, I came back to the sofa and ended up finishing it. Then I fell asleep, nothing exciting.”
She shrugs as she lists off what she did, but I’m stuck on the image of her taking a bath.
Did she get changed out here or walk through in only a towel?
