Page 34 of Blazing Desires
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did earlier. I just…”
“You just what, Blaze?”
Her voice is softer than I was expecting. I thought she’d be pissed or upset, but she seems to be more worried about me than herself. I don’t fucking deserve this tenderness she’s showing me.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away and it was inappropriate.”
“Inappropriate.” She says the word as if it’s her first time using it. “Right, of course. I get it, I do. It won’t happen again.”
“No.”
The harshness of my voice has her eyes snapping to mine across the room. I stand from my chair and move over to the bed. I don’t want to talk loudly when I can get closer to her. I perch on the end and face her.
“Fuck no. I don’t mean inappropriate because I’m here to do a job. I already know it is, in that sense, but I don’t give a singlefuck. What’s inappropriate is I was about to do something to you without asking if you were okay with it first. I will never do that to you, love.”
Like fuck you against the door frame after getting on my knees and eating that sweet pussy of yours until you scream at me to stop.
“Oh.”
If only she knew what I’m envisioning right now. My need to be inside her is growing ever stronger, convincing me she’s cursed me to be turned on all the damn time.
“I’m sorry,” I repeat.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“Don’t say that. You deserve to be asked before someone does anything to you, Davina. Promise me that you will never settle for anything less.”
She nods at me in agreement before promising me.
“Good. Now get some sleep, love. It’s been a long day.”
I climb off the bed, not wanting to go back to the armchair but not having another choice.
“Wait,” I turn back around at her command. “You can sleep in here, with me. The bed is massive, so we wouldn’t even notice each other.”
Fucking doubtful.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t comfortable with it, Blaze. The chair isn’t exactly made for sleeping in—not for someone as tall as you, anyway.”
I peer back over to it and the thought of sleeping in it already makes my neck ache. I so badly want to crawl into the sheets with her, to be close to her, but I don’t trust myself. I love that she’s comfortable enough to want to, but I don’t want to risk fucking things up again.
She decides for me by pulling the cover back on her right-hand side, “Get in the bed, Blaze.”
Another thing to add to my list of things she does that turns me on—telling me what to do and taking control. She’s so fucking sexy without even trying. I walk around the bed and get in, consciously staying as far away from her as the mattress will allow.
She throws the cover over me, and I’m hit with the scent of almonds and vanilla. I take a deeper breath, hoping to trap it into my lungs forever to remind me of the smell. To remind me of her.
“Goodnight Blaze.” She whispers into the dimly lit room.
“Goodnight, Mea Divina,” I whisper back.
Iroll over in the bed, my body waking me early like it always does.
I got used to sleeping less when I’m on the job. I face Davina’s sleeping form and watch her for a while. Her hands are tucked under her chin, and she looks so peaceful. I study her features and commit them to memory, mapping out her freckles and the shape of her nose.
Eventually, I leave her to sleep. I enter the dressing room and begin my workout—some press-ups, abs, and lunges to get a little burn going in my muscles. I’d love to use the fully equipped gym here, but there’s no way I’m leaving her alone or with someone else for a workout.
