Page 33 of Blazing Desires
Uh oh, he’s pissed.
His hands release the door frame until they land on the tops of my arms. It’s not lost on me that even though he’s annoyed, he avoids touching the bruises on my shoulders and that his hold is firm but gentle. My lips tip up without my control at the observation until his voice cuts it off.
“You think this is funny, Davina?”
He turns and leans me against the door frame, one hand now firmly holding my hip as the other rests above my head. I have to tip my head back to see his face. His knee presses between my thighs holding me in place, so close to where I need him.
“No.”
“Your smile said otherwise. Is it funny to make me worry and not know if something’s happened to you?”
I shake my head.
“Do you think it’s funny to come out here in just a robe, smelling divine and looking so fuckingenticing?”
He tugs on the tie, unravelling it, but makes no move to open it up to expose me. The anticipation of whether he will or won’t has me soaking wet. I bite my lip and shake my head harder. If he pressed his knee a little more, he’d be hitting the spot desperate for his attention.
His hand leaves my hip, fingering the edge of my robe with just enough pressure to part it to my navel. I watch his eyes trail my body as if the most delicious prize awaits him. My chest is heaving as my heart rate skyrockets. And then I’m alone.
He rips himself away from me and walks to one of the windows. It’s like I have whiplash. One second he makes me feel like I’m all he wants, and the next he gives me the cold shoulder.
“Get changed, you’ll catch a cold.”
Blaze’s words land on the window, he hasn’t bothered to even turn around. I pull my robe tight around myself and head into my wardrobe as shame washes through me. I pick out my pyjamas and change into them, trying to ignore what happened between us.
Heading back into the bathroom I get myself ready for bed, taking my time to avoid being in the same room as him. Once I’ve taken as long as I can, I move across my room, crawl under the covers, and close my eyes, willing myself to sleep. I’m no longer tired, the switching of his moods leaving me on edge while my thoughts swirl like a tornado in my mind. He’s still frowning out the window when a fitful sleep eventually comes for me.
Chapter 14
Only One Bed
Blaze
Ifucked up. Again.
I’m such a fucking dickhead. Treating her hot and cold like I am is fucking up my own head, so I can only imagine how I am making her feel. I was so close to opening her robe and taking her against the doorframe. I knew I had to stop, but there was no need for me to go about it so callously.
My mind wanders back to the image now ingrained there. Her robe was slightly open and teasing me with the sight underneath, her full breasts barely more than an outline—but it didn’t stop all my blood from heading south.
I replay the way her lips parted, her chest heaving as she arched toward me. It’s clear she wasn’t conscious of her movements, and it’s another memory to replay when I take my next shower. I’d already thought about her this morning when I made myself come so hard I saw stars. This time I’d wanted to touch her, taste her.
Claim her.
I run my hand through my hair for the millionth time and blow out a frustrated breath. I’d changed and settled in the armchair again, but I couldn’t sleep. I’m too worked up and sinceI’m not dog tired like I was last night, falling asleep in a sitting position won’t be as easy.
“Fuck.” I whisper to myself.
Not quietly enough, though. Davina sits upright and stares right at me. I thought she was asleep, so the shock registers across my face before I force it back to neutral.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She sighs and looks at her hands, clutching the duvet. She doesn’t say anything, and I’m disappointed with the silent treatment.
It’s what you deserve.
“You didn’t. I can’t sleep.”
Guilt slams into me, knowing it’s got to be my reaction from earlier that has her wide awake. I scrub my hands over the stubble on my jaw as I consider what to say to make up for my shitty behaviour.
