Page 66 of Quest for her Knights
“Elora?” Hearing my real name on Ranger’s lips, rather than “princess” like he usually calls me, sends warmth blooming in my chest.
What would it take to get him to call me baby again?
“Elora, are you okay?” Blaze asks from my side, bringing me back to the present as I realize Ranger asked me a question and I still haven’t answered.
“Oh, sorry, what did you say?”
“I asked if you wanted him to touch you.”
“Not really. But I didn’t know how to stop it without being rude.”
He presses his lips together and frowns in what looks like frustration. “He shouldn’t have put you in the position.”
“How was he touching you?” Blaze asks.
Glancing at him, an idea comes to mind. One that might help me get a little clarity in this situation.
“Come here,” I tell him, patting the couch cushion right beside me. He frowns but scouts closer until his thigh is almost touching mine. I close the last inch between us then grab his hand and set it on my knee in the same place Jeremiah had been touching me.
He stares down at my hand with a confused look on his face. I’m not sure what part of this he doesn’t understand, but right now, I’m more interested in the flutter I feel deep in my stomach, one that seems to be moving lower every time Blaze’s hand twitches.
Ranger makes a strange noise, and when I glance at him, he’s now frowning at Blaze’s hand.
“Does this make you upset?” I ask, thinking Ranger doesn’t like anyone touching me.
“How does it makeyoufeel?” he counters.
“I asked you first.”
His amused eyes dart to mine and I can see him trying to hold back a smirk.
“But my answer depends on yours.”
I consider that before I respond. His answer depends on mine… Meaning if I was upset, he would be? Does that mean if I like, he’d be okay with it?
“I don’t mind it,” I tell him, as I watch for his reaction.
“Is that all?” he asks with a quirk of an eyebrow.
“Well… If you really want to know?”
“I do.”
“I wish it was a little bit higher.”
Ranger and Blaze’s eyes drop to my thigh, realizing where higher would lead and suddenly Blaze yanks his hand back, like I burned him, as I try not to laugh.
“It was worth a try,” I mumble as they both move away from me.
“Seems like I missed all the fun,” Arrow says, entering carrying some bags, along with Draven.
“Oh, I was just explaining to Blaze where I like to be touched,” I say casually as I stand and move to take one of mybags from Draven. I hear Blaze coughing somewhere behind me as I try not to smile.
Draven’s eyes catch mine, and as he passes me the bag he whispers, “Careful, kitten.”
He releases the bag and walks away, leaving me standing there with wide eyes and wet panties.
Chapter twenty-two
