Technically nude? Shit. Bite me. I pulled my legs on my chest. Thoughts of the shoot mocked my mind. What if it looks obscene and tacky?
“These better be tasteful, Chad—”
“Baby love—I only do it with taste and class! You know that!” True, I do know that. His artworks are appealing and riveting. I’m sure my lack of confidence came from my own insecurities.
After lunch, we left to go walk around Bond Street and went inside Selfridges before hitting the gym. He needed some apparel and he enjoyed modeling them as I sat and cheerfully critiqued his choices.
After a couple of hours, we left for Hampstead and hit the gym. They have floor-to-ceiling-mirrors that surround the room, they have six rooms in total and we took one that wasn’t occupied.
Damp with perspiration, I gulped a whole bottle of water.
The four sets of samba gave me a much needed workout and it felt great.
“Get your sweet Brazilian ass back here! Time to shake it for Salsa!” called out as he was jumping about and browsed through his ipod .
“Coming!” yelling as I made my way in the middle of the room. I studied the image before me. Dressed in my black leggings and cut-off loose shirt that hung on one shoulder, I looked flushed and glowing.
The two-hour work-out with Chad left me in a happy state as I made my way through the checkout counter in Waitrose on Marylebone High Street. I’m making spinach salad with cherry tomatoes, stuffed mushrooms, and lasagna with hot Italian sausage instead of beef, garlic bread, and tiramisu to finish the meal.
I paid my items and hurried outside to hail a cab. Sitting comfortably in the cab, I texted Blake that I’m on my way with groceries in hand and meet to me in the lobby.
Sixteen
Playing with my wine glass, I took a sip and look at him. His fitted black shirt emphasized his bulging biceps and broad shoulders. “Blake—”
He looked up from his tiramisu, “hmm?”
“Is it okay if we keep this—whatever this is—between you and me? Until, I’ve thought things through?”
“If that’s what you wish—then—I’ll oblige, Sienna”
“Thank you. And since we’re on the subject, what is it really you’re after? A relationship? A fling? Friends with benefits?”
“A relationship but as I said before, it’s your decision. I am not going to pressure you to do anything you wouldn’t want. But if you are—I want everything and only want you exclusively. I don’t share what’s mine.”
“I see. That’s a lot to take in,” looking up to him with serious expression.
“It is. That’s why I want you to think about it carefully.”
“What happens to our friendship? I don’t want to ruin what we have—I don’t want to lose that. It’s a major factor for me.”
“I know and our friendship means a lot to me too. But I want you!—I’m burning for you. I can’t get you out of my head! It’s driving me insane. It’s the only thing I think about—I can’t think straight, Sienna!” his face unashamed from his admission. If more, he looked unfaltering—determined to be precise.
“How about friends with benefits? No strings attached?”
“No. I want all the strings, the good and the bad. If it’s too much to be with me because you’re still recovering from your ex—then as I said before—I’ll wait. I want you to want this too—badly enough that you can’t wait to be with me. I want you open only for me and no one else.”
His unabashed admission turned me on and gave my stomach butterflies. Blake’s kind of man that knows what he wants and doesn’t hesitate to get it—and he could be ruthless.
And I badly wanted to kiss him. What I feel for Kyle and with Blake are two different things. With Blake, it’s something stronger… unknown.
“Why me Blake? I know you don’t do serious relationships. I mean—you had so many women—who doesn’t have any emotional hang-ups or issues. I just don’t get it—you could have any woman you want. What makes me different compared to Camilla or the others?”
“That’s easy. You’re different because you’re all sassiness and sexiness most times—but sometimes you can just be gullible. You’re unique and I’ve never felt this connection with anyone. It’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. I knew this before we even kissed earlier—it confirmed what I knew. You feel it too—I’ve seen you trying to tame it down—but it only intensified.”
“It’s like that huh?” Giving him a teasing smile, I got out of my chair and walked across the table, to where he was sitting, his face lit-up with a knowing smile.
I stopped before him, hooked my right leg to the other side of the chair and straddled him. Took his face with both of my hands and kissed him passionately, deeply. Showing him how much his words affect me. How he makes me forget about everything, except for him.
The kiss was ferocious as our hunger battled against our tongues. I pushed my ass down harder and grinded him. We both groaned as he took both of his hands gripped my waist, pressing me firmly in place against his jeans that revealed his hardened shaft. The heat of his rock-hard erection against my soaked underwear was madness.
I rocked myself slowly against him, kissing his neck and sucking it until he moaned my name. I slowly kissed him, lost in this blanket of mindless lust with this beautiful man.
My heart ached. I want him. So. Badly.
But what tears me inside is the prospect of losing him all together as my dear friend. He means a lot and by sleeping with him, there’s a huge possibility that our friendship cannot and will not survive.
“You’ve enslaved me—but I’m asking you to stop torturing me—end my agony—say yes.” his voice sounded different, pleading laced with passion.
“Blake—”
He took my chin and made me look him straight in the eye, “Be mine, Sienna. Your body tells me that it’s mine, but your mind resists. Stop fighting it and let it conquer us. We’re fated to be together. I knew it from the moment I met you. You’re mine.”
“Blake, I can’t have sex with you tonight…. But I can help you—I’ll help you…get off.” Empowered from his reaction, I made up a plan.
I might not be ready to do the deed, but I’m ready to have fun.
And fun it’ll be.
I peeled myself off of him and lead him straight in living room. I dimmed the lights and directed him to sit on the couch. “Take all your clothes off—except for your undergarment” my voice commanding and serious. He gave me his drop-dead-gorgeous smile, curious and excited for what I have in mind for him.