Page 8 of Blazing Desires
“Thank you and I’m sorry, Davina.”He sneers my name.
I can feel Blaze’s gaze on me, making my heart race slightly.
“Apology accepted.”
“Now stay out here and do your fucking job while I sweep Davina’s room. You won’t speak, touch, or even look at her unless her life is in danger, or else I’ll skin you alive.”
With that, Blaze turns on his heel and opens my bedroom door, his gun pulled from its holster. I stand in the open hall trying to focus anywhere but on Blaze and his glorious ass, but I keep losing the battle. It’s perfectly sculpted, and intrusivethoughts of sinking my teeth into it and taking a bite are on repeat.
“Going in,” Blaze calls out without turning away from my room. He opens the door wide, his stance readying him for any potential threat. His clothing is tight, taunting me, making me want to peel it off and see those muscles in the flesh.
He moves into the room, sweeping left and right until he disappears. Disappointment fills me from not being able to see him and panic builds at the distance between us. I don’t know what it is about him that’s making me feel like I’ve known him longer than the last thirty minutes.
Weird.
Luckily, Noel decides obeying Blaze’s orders is the best approach. I’m grateful for the reprieve of having to listen to him. He loves the sound of his own voice, although I’ve no idea how. It’s the kind that makes you want to stuff tissue in your ears to dull the aggravating sound.
A few minutes later, Blaze reappears in the doorway. “All clear.”
I find myself looking into his eyes at the sound of his voice. His eyes are on mine and he relaxes a little, as though seeing me safe again is important. We stare at each other for longer than is appropriate for a bodyguard and his charge.
“Come, Davina.”
Blaze’s eyes glitter at the command that feels like more than an invitation into my room. If he keeps saying things like that to me, in that tone, my mind will never stop producing fantasies.
It should be illegal to have that kind of effect on women.
My mouth parts slightly, heat rushing to my face. The throbbing between my legs makes me want to shift on my feet. I don’t though—I’m too aware that we have an audience and I’ve probably misread the look on Blaze’s face.
I take a steadying breath, hoping it’s subtle, and force my legs to move, one after the other. I remind myself I’ve done this before, that I’ve been alone in this room with guards many times and this isn’t any different. I enter my room, doing my best to avoid touching Blaze as I go past him. I feel the heat of his body anyway.
The familiar décor calms me—my giant bed to the right, my plush sofa to the left with cushions you can burrow into, and my books lining the wall around the door, I turn to take them in once I’m in the room. They’re the only thing here that’s truly mine.
Blaze shuts the door and leans back against it, arms crossed and one ankle over the other, looking relaxed in my space like he has been here hundreds of times. My gaze travels up his body to his face.
Why can’t I stop looking at his beautiful face?
I’m playing a dangerous game, but like a moth drawn to a flame, I can’t help it. Blaze looks into my eyes and speaks five words that shift my whole world on its axis.
“I’ve missed you, Mea Divina.”
Chapter 4
A Past Entwined
Blaze
Iwatch Davina from where I am leaning back against the door. Waiting for my nickname to land.
I don’t have to wait long. Her brows knit together first in confusion, forming a slight line in between. My fingers itch to reach out and smooth it. I grip tighter to my biceps, fighting the urge to move.
A couple of seconds pass in silence while her beautiful eyes widen at the nickname, recognition flaring in the depths of her dark irises. I’ve been fighting the natural pull to call her by the nickname I’d given her all those years ago since my eyes landed on her back in the office.
How does she make it feel like no time has passed?
“What did you just say?”
Her voice is breathy and barely above a whisper. And fuck if it doesn’t make me want to do things to her that make her speak like that again, just for different reasons. She stands still a few feet away from me, and there isn’t much in the way if I want to close the distance between us.
