I smiled shyly at him, “Yes, thank you. It’s just what I really needed. Next time I’ll be the one giving you surprises,” his beautiful face lit up giving me a devilish grin.
“I’ll hold you to that!”
I nodded, tranquility washed over me as I closed my eyes, still facing him.
Shouldn’t I mourning from the loss of Kyle? And yet from the moment I opened my eyes today, Blake railroaded my thoughts, putting Kyle somewhere far and distant.
How was that possible?
I was just crying my eyes out last night and today I feel like an entirely different person.
Powerful hands started to work its way on my lower back. Hovering around where the hump of my butt started. Kneading thumbs and fingers, making the towel slide lower. I gasp from the jolt of pain and exhaled deeply, lips slightly parted.
The pain felt good and welcomed it. The stress I had for the last couple of weeks took its toll on my body.
Opening my eyes, I found Blake staring, intently at me.
He didn’t smile or speak, but kept those magnetic eyes locked unto mine.
He’s been doing that a lot today.
Not knowing what to do, I closed my eyes again.
Christ, I’m so screwed!
Heaven help me if he does try something.
God knows I have a hard time resisting Blake when he asks something of me. But this Blake—pure full-on Casanova mode Blake—will be my undoing.
The smell of roses and crackle of fire lulled me to sleep, unperturbed and tranquil.
I dozed off to a blissful slumber.
I woke up from the soft-click of a door closing.
Befuddled from my nap, I glanced around and realized that I was alone, lying here almost naked and asleep.
The darkened lighting from the candles made it hard to see much further of the room.
“Blaaaake?”
I sat up and looked for my robe, but it seemed to have vanished! It was nowhere in sight.
Biting my lip, I pulled my long hair forward to cover my br**sts; it was good enough to cover my ni**les, but not enough to cover the outline of my br**sts.
I tried to gather ground.
“In here!” called out Blake. Where was in here? He barely echoed.
Slowly walking barefoot, in a thong, and my boobs partially covered by my long hair, I glanced around in the dimly lit room.
“Blake!” my voice laced with urgency. I started my way to the pool area, but couldn’t see him.
Instantly, out of nowhere, he started gliding from the darkened corner on the farther left-side of the pool.
My eyes rounded, in admiration.
My, God! I’m going to have heart-attack.
Gaping at his muscled pecs and six-pack abs, his wet hair swept back, I felt a jolt of instantaneous lust.
I swallowed hard.
He was breathtaking.
Wow. I’ve never seen his chest before. NOW, I really think he was made perfect!
Rooted to where I was standing, heart beating erratically and barely just—breathing, I was mesmerized by his sheer beauty—barely, forgot to take note that I was almost as naked as he was.
“Care to join?” glancing at me, with that same very look at the massage table.
He looked like he was ready to pounce. Still and waiting…
That look was full of yearning… and pure blatant lust.
My stomach flipped-flopped.
Standing here in my virtually naked stature, I was staggered, astonished.
Being in this room with him, the air—the smell of heady perfumed roses—the darkened setting of candles, making the room aglow—I suddenly felt like I was here purposely to do his bidding!
Enraptured and enthralled, I slowly walked to the pool—joining my god-like mortal of a man, without breaking eye-contact.
I was in a dreamlike state.
I went in the pool scattered with rose petals. The water gently rippled as I came deeper in the water, but stopped when the water barely hit the tips of my hair.
Standing on the very last step of the pool, I looked to where he stood, unmoving like a statue—but his electric midnight eyes, roved all over my body, branding me.
I gasped from the burning, ardent-filled scrutiny from his roaming eyes.
He moved towards me. His tanned rippling body glistened with water was in my line of view. My eyes examined his abs, slowly making my way to his hardened chest, his broad shoulders, his neck, his enticing lips until my eyes stopped to his burning silver-rimmed midnight blue eyes.
The air was charging, electric and perfervid.
Looking up to his face, I was stunned in place. He was so tall and all-male.
I gasped, as he traced his thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes darkened.
“You look like a goddess—exquisite and beautiful,” he rasped out as the back of his finger gently stroked my neck and collarbone with utter thorough concentration. I shuddered from his delicate touch.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you, my sweet, Sienna,” I drew breath and slightly wetted my dry lips. “I’ve always wanted you—from the moment our eyes met. I wanted you, badly—but you were with someone else. I’ve been patient—biding time—until you’re free. And so here we are.”
He’s always wanted me? Whaaaat?! This is insane! How the heck did I not see this?
Being with Blake would be passionate—thrilling, and tumultuous.
Do I have the capacity to go through a circus ring? I want him, no doubt. But he’s scary and unknown. My mind boggled, I couldn’t think straight. As much as I was attracted to Blake, I don’t know if I am ready, just yet. He was too intense, too commanding, too everything. But at the same time I was hypnotized, my mind puzzled. It really is disconcerting.
“Blake—I,” I looked at him with beseeching eyes. Licking my dry lips, “I don’t think I’m ready for this—I mean—I’m attracted to you, but this has been too sudden—you must see—understand —that I need time,” Searching his eyes as he studied mine—waiting for him to answer me.
After what felt like forever, I saw him nod his head, “Alright, my lovely Sienna. I’ve waited for eight months, I can wait a little more. I’ll wait until you are ready. But I want to make something clear; I just don’t you for your body… when you’re mine— I want your all—your body, your soul,your mind—I will consume you—I’ll be your world and in return, I’ll worship the ground you walk on and make you a very happy woman,” he spoke with strongly decisive and determined voice without his eyes leaving mine.
He wants me.
Blake Knightly. Wants. Me.
I’m excited, but at the same time, I wanted to run to the hills.