Page 28 of Blazing Desires
I feel naked under his gaze, like he can see every flawed and scarred piece of me. Like he’s checking that nothing happened to me in the time I walked into the bathroom and back out. As if what he sees when he looks at me is worth the attention.
I should steel my heart and ignore the way his attention feels. I’ve been burned before and with the memory of it fresh in my mind I’m more aware of it than ever. But I don’t. I can’t. Something about Blaze hypnotises me.
“You look cute, love.”
He gives me a shy grin with the compliment, the one that makes his dimple come free and butterflies erupt in my stomach. I fidget with the sleeves of my sweater, trying to ignore how those words are affecting me.
“Thank you, you look…” I scrunch my nose up and tilt my head to assess him from a different angle, trying to pick the right words to describe him that’s not going to give away how attracted to him I am right now. “…Pretty, in an ‘I’ll kill you’ type of way.”
I bob my head and smile at myself, satisfied with my description of him. He rewards me with his deep laughter, his eyes crinkling as he clutches his stomach. His laughter is contagious, and I find myself joining in with him.
I could get used to this.
“Fuck, that tickled me, love.” He laughs again, “I guess wearing all black will give off that vibe.”
“I was more referring to the death glare you were giving your phone when I walked in.”
I wink at him, not sure where my flirty confidence has come from, but his expression softens.
“Oops, you caught me.”
The aura of the room shifts, and I can feel the tension build in the air, as if there is some weight behind those words that I don’t understand. My nerves are building so I put my hands behind my back and grip them together tightly, not wanting him to see and not wanting to give into the anxious habit. But he notices the movement.Of coursehe notices.
“Don’t do that, not with me. You have nothing to be anxious about with me.”
He rises from the sofa, every manoeuvre calculated to not startle me, and embarrassment washes over me at needing to be treated this way. He walks around the table, his intention to come to me clear.
I unclasp my hands and put them to my sides, allowing myself to trust him. Trust his words. He stands before me, close enough for me to touch him if I wanted to but without getting in my space. I raise my eyes to him, concentrating on keeping my breathing even.
“Good girl.”
He whispers the words in the space between us before they settle over me. With just two words, he’s taken me from anxious to aroused in a single breath. As much as we shouldn’t cross the line, I’ll take this feeling over the anxiety any day, consequences be damned.
I want to hear you say that again.
“Ready to get some autumn sunshine?”
He speaks as though he didn’t just seduce me with his words a second ago. I shake my head and say I am. The movement contradicts my words because I’m too busy fighting myself so Idon’t ask him to repeat the way he called me a good girl. He reaches out with a tentative hand and tucks a lock of hair that had fallen over my face behind my ear.
I hope he can’t hear my heart thundering in my chest right now.
“Lead the way.” I gesture toward the door, he would never let me out first anyway, but I offer all the same. Doing all I can to not read too much into the tender movement, trying to not show how much his actions and words have me in knots.
His expression morphs into something which implies he knows what I’m thinking. I don’t react, and after a beat he heads toward the door. I stare at his ass as he walks away, his round cheeks moving with each step.
So fucking hot. Shit, I’m no better than a man.
I hear him clear his throat as though he knows I’ve been staring but I pretend otherwise. I make my face a complete mask of innocence.
“Do you need a drink? Sound like you’ve got something stuck in your throat.”
I walk over to him and wait behind his large body as we had agreed I would when heading out of my room. He fires an arched eyebrow at me over his shoulder.
“Careful, love. Keep giving me an attitude and you might have something stuck down yours.”
This time he winks at me, and I suck in a breath at the intense longing racing through me. At the lustful tone of his voice and the images they elicit of his cock hitting the back of my throat. Blaze carries on as normal, turning his attention back to the door and opening it. The way he can switch from flirty to serious would be jarring if I wasn’t so attracted to him.
We move into the hall and work our way through the sprawling mansion until we get outside from the double doors leading to the back part of the property without incident. Thewarm autumn sun bathes me in its glow, and I close my eyes, turning my face toward it as Blaze shuts the doors behind us. I take in the sound of birds chirping in the trees in the distance. The smell of flowers as they hold on to their petals before the cold and frost come and take them away.
