Page 12 of Torch
“Bedroom, babe. Now.”
I felt her tongue teasing at my thumb, and suddenly she pulled back, her eyes meeting mine with more clarity in that moment.
“This way. I want all those things you mentioned, Torch. God, I’ve wanted them for ages.”
Fucking really? Ages huh? She really was playing hard to get that whole time. She was about to find out how hard I play, and it had been a long fucking time coming.
I followed her through her posh house, up the stairs and into another pristine room, all pale colours, and not a fucking crease or item out of place anywhere.
“You sure you live here?”
She glanced around her, and I groaned, I didn’t need another reason for her to focus anywhere other than on me and what I wanted to do to her.
“Get naked, love. Right now.”
Her head whipped back in my direction, her eyes wide with shock.
“What?”
“I don’t generally fuck fully clothed, darlin’. You wanna get your fucking clothes off, so I can get at every inch of that sweet naked body of yours? Time’s a wastin’ here.”
I removed my cut and rested it on a pristine surface above some drawers. Then I lifted my t-shirt off, while I kicked my boots off, bending to shed my socks and tuck them in the boots. Why the fuck was I being so tidy now too? As an act of futile rebellion, I tossed my t-shirt on the floor, and stood up in just my jeans. She was still fully fucking dressed, and her eyes were fixed on my t-shirt, crumpled on her carpet like exactly what it was. Discarded fucking clothing.
“Grace,” I barked, getting her attention at last, even as she stepped closer to me. She wasn’t coming for me though, was she? She was going for that fucking item of clothing I hadn’t tidily put away. I caught her wrist as she started to bend.
“Unless you’re gonna do something for me while you’re down there, babe, leave the t-shirt exactly where it is.”
She reluctantly straightened up, and met my eyes, before hers trailed down over my tatted chest and stomach. She swayed on her feet a little, and reached out a hand to steady herself, even as I grabbed it. Was she even with it right now?
I dragged her hard against me, her palms slapping against my chest as she landed, and my arm held her to me. I lifted the other hand to her hair, grabbing that slightly messy bun of hers and tugging on it. Her vision cleared a little as she looked back at me.
“Are you even in the room right now? Babe, I’m not fucking a woman who seems to be out of it like this. What’s… is it the t-shirt? Is it that big a deal, being on the floor?” Hell, maybe it was. I released her, steadying her as she wobbled again, then I turned and grabbed the t-shirt, folding it in half and tucking it on top of my cut.
“Better?” I couldn’t believe I was tidying up, just to get laid. Only for this fucking woman.
“I… I’m sorry. I’m acting crazy, aren’t I?”
Grace turned and dropped heavily onto the bed, idly smoothing the bedding around her as she did.
I crouched in front of her, and waited until she was looking at me.
“Do you even want me, or was this some fantasy idea to get a ‘bit of rough’ and now you’re rethinking it? If you don’t want this, I’ll go. I don’t need to force myself on women, yeah? I get plenty of action.”
Grace smoothed the bedding again until I caught her hands.
“Talk to me, doc. What’s going through that big old brain of yours?”
Grace
Ihadnoideahow to verbalise how I was feeling, or what I wanted, and I felt like this moment, this perfect connection, was about to slip through my fingers. I just wanted him to do all of those dirty things to me, to use me, to take what he wanted from me, but I didn’t know how to say it. Could I just utter the words ‘use me’, or was I forever destined to keep biting them back, lacking the courage to ask for what I wanted?
I’d been with bad boys before, but none of them had set me on fire the way Torch did. None of them had made me yearn to be theirs, to give up everything just to be with them, just to feel their touch, to submit to their will. How did he have such power over me? And why wasn’t he taking advantage of that fact? Why wasn’t he taking what he wanted, rather than backing down, and showing me that he cared about what was going on in my crazy messed up head?
“Doc, you need to say something, or I’m gonna think you need some kinda help here,” Torch murmured, lifting my chin to try and get some eye contact going.
“I…”
“That’s a start. Why don’t we go for at least one more word, right now? Are you okay?” I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to push the words out, but he was trying to make it easy for me, wasn’t he? Just one word?
