Burned by Passion (16 page)

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“Fresh towel my lady,” Blake announced with a smile, holding it up in his hand.

Kira could hardly meet his gaze, unbearably self-conscious about having him in the bathroom with her. “Thanks,” she murmured. “Just um…leave it on the hook. I’ll get it when you’re gone.”

His teasing smile vanished at her words. “Don’t be silly,” he said brusquely, walking up to the bathtub and holding out the towel in his wide open arms like a curtain. “I think you’ve spent more than enough time in there. You’re going to shrivel up. Stand up and I’ll wrap this around you.”

“No,” Kira said, alarmed. Her arms crossed over her large breasts knowing that he could easily see her body underneath the water from where he stood. So she drew up her knees as well in a protective measure.

“No,” she repeated more firmly, shaking her head. “Please drop the towel and leave.”

Blake’s eyes rolled to the ceiling. “Sometimes, Kira, you act like a child. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” He dropped to his haunches, bringing their faces to the same level as his eyes now bored into hers. Kira sank even lower into the water. “What exactly are you afraid of? Considering we’re both lovers and married, you shouldn’t mind me seeing you naked. It’s perfectly natural and legal.”

“You’re despicable,” she ground out.

His eyes narrowed, smile disappearing once again. “You’re going to come out of there right now; unless you want me to help you out myself?”

Glaring at him hatefully, Kira muttered feelingly, “Damn you, Blake.” But he merely smiled. She knew he realized she had no choice but to give in. And the water was starting to cool uncomfortably.

He straightened, holding up the towel patiently.

Taking a deep breath, Kira rose from the water, resisting the urge to place her arms across her nudity. Even though she knew he was looking at her unabashedly. He wrapped the towel securely around her streaming body and waited until she’d stepped out onto the bathmat before surprising her by swinging her easily off her feet and into his arms, carrying her back into the bedroom.

“Really, Blake?” she muttered, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and fighting the pounding in her chest at how easily he’d lifted her, as if she weighed little more than a bag of feathers.

In the bedroom, he placed her gently down to stand on the thick rug and Kira instantly curled her toes into the thickness underfoot. The room was deliciously warm by now, a beautiful June night in London. What wasn’t great though was Blake doing the unexpected and whipping the towel off her slightly damp body. Kira gasped.

She felt too paralyzed with shock to move. What on earth…?

“Why would you wish to deny me the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous body, Kira?” he asked softly, head cocked to one side. He held her gaze with almost hypnotic intensity. “You’re my wife. And you’re unbelievably beautiful.”

Kira didn’t know what to say. She felt outraged, and…well, a bit gooey in places as she let his words wash over her. She’d wondered about what he’d think of her body and its changes. Her breasts had swelled in the past few weeks and of course there was her growing stomach. She’d sworn to herself he’d never get a glimpse of her without her clothes on but she couldn’t have foreseen this scenario.

All this time holding him back had been more torture for her than he’d ever guess. He couldn’t know how much he’d already beaten past her defenses. He’d been the only man she’d ever truly desired and that hadn’t changed. Not for a second. Spending time around him had her twisted up more and more in the web of her own making. She’d stretched her endurance so thin that now it might well take just a flick to have her cracking to pieces. Now that they were married…how long, Kira wondered vaguely, would she be able to keep resisting him?

“Now,” Blake said finally, sinking to his knees and, using the towel he now held in his hands, started to rub first her feet dry, then her calves. He worked up her sides and her arms and skimmed over her breasts. Kira was as still as a statue, hardly breathing. What should she do? She seemed incapable of motion or even thought.

Done with his ministrations, he tossed the towel aside and, still kneeling, his hands fell heavily on her hips.

Kira could then only watch in fascination as his thick lashes lowered to conceal his deep grey eyes while he brought his head close and pressed lips, firm yet gentle, to her navel. The warm, moist kiss sent a sharp pang of desire straight through her.

She had to clutch her fingers to his broad shoulders for support as her knees suddenly felt too wobbly to support her. “Blake, what are you doing?” she squeaked. Of course she knew what he was doing; raining kisses all over her pregnant belly now, each one more scorching than the last, his grip on her waist keeping her from drawing back even if she wanted to.

“What I’ve been dying to do ever since I knew you were going to have my baby. Our baby,” he told her between kisses.

Kira flinched, the pleasure almost painful as his breath fanned the sensitive skin of her pregnant mound. It was the most erotic sensation ever, especially when Blake rested his cheek gently against her tummy. “Blake…,” she began shakily.

“I know; you want me to stop. You want to push me away again. When will you learn to trust me, Kira?” He looked up then, his sad gaze holding her fast.

“Why is it so hard to believe I love you?” he asked gruffly, rising to his feet. “What is it about us that’s all wrong in your head? I know my touch pleases you. I feel your every shiver. And I can never forget how you felt with your tight, sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. Maybe it’s time I truly remind you of the magic we created that night. I think you’re more than ready to face the demons of our burning passion, dear wife.”

He cupped her face, and Kira had no doubt he could feel the quiver in every one of her muscles at the blistering heat of his gaze. “I’m going to make love to you, my sweet wife. Tonight. And you’re not going to try to stop me,” he articulated, each word a promise – a dangerous reassurance. Kira felt a whole new kind of wetness begin to fizzle within her trembling thighs.

She was still trembling when he backed away, hands dropping from her as he casually stripped right there, revealing every incredibly tight and toned sinewy muscle to the immobilized Kira whose mouth felt ready to unhinge. She stared at Blake in bare skin; no trace of fat but every inch of him ripped and smooth and sculpted. Her eyes feathered down and she couldn’t hold back a gasp. How could she have forgotten how magnificently formed his cock was? He seemed carved from marble from head to toe and it was all she could do not to dissolve in a puddle just looking at him.

This man…this gorgeous male specimen…loved her, desired her, and was going to take her. Kira blinked a few times and watched his lips curve in a smirk at her expression, right before he turned and walked off to the bathroom, leaving Kira with an indelible view of his broad upper back and shoulders which were super defined; his trim sides tapering into his lean hips and perfect ass.

Breathe, Kira, she reminded herself dazedly.

The door shut after him and Kira heard the shower running. She was aware her face was steaming up and her body was tightened up like a screw. Blake had virtually stolen her breath and she’d loved every inch of him. Had been magnetized by his masculine confidence and how he knew he looked good – good enough to eat.

Kira made it to the bed on shaky legs and crawled underneath the covers. She’d always believed that when the time came, making love with Blake would be an ordeal. She’d been so sure he could never again bring her to feel that first mindless desire that had her surrendering to him for hot sex on the library couch. She’d believed that sexy, passionate Kira would never resurface again.

But now he’d laid it on the line and suddenly her hormones were blasting through the roof. And Blake had barely even touched her yet.

Her mind flew over the things that had happened in the past many months and how much she’d changed – and yet she still clung to many of the things that held her back from her true emotional potential.

Why was she so scared of being hurt, of not being worth it? Blake had shown her time and again that he wanted to make things work. Getting pregnant certainly hadn’t been on the top of her priorities at her age and Kira could choose to blame Blake all she wanted for the situation she was in, but as time wore on she wondered if it wasn’t time to forget the blame. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been a willing partner. No; Kira realized that the problems were mostly all on her side, if not all on her side.

Blake had been right to ask her why it was so hard to believe she was truly loved. Even with Terrence, she’d never ever given him a piece of her heart. She’d never let him through her smokescreen. She’d been a confident, grown woman who didn’t really believe in love though in her heart, she’d longed for the taste and feel of it. And here was Blake, offering her the world – his world, his heart, on a platter. What he said was all true and now it was time for Kira to face her fears…

Chapter Sixteen

She must’ve fallen asleep and had a really weird dream.

She was in the hospital and there she was lying on the bed when not one, but two little babies were placed in her arms. The cutest little boy and girl she’d ever seen. She loved them so much already. And as she kissed their downy heads tenderly, she sighed thinking, Blake would be so proud.

Kira almost cried out when she woke from her happy dream but then all thought of the dream faded into the distance at the feel of Blake’s soft lips on the back of her neck.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since her eyes had drifted closed. Kira found herself lying on her side, her back to Blake whose kisses now made a moist foray across her bare back. His body was spooned up against hers and she suddenly realized his hand had strayed to cup her breast. He lightly rubbed circles around her nipples and instinctively, her hips wanted to buck and grind into the nudging hardness of his cock nestled against her ass. She couldn’t repress a shudder and a soft, lengthy moan. Damn, that felt delicious…

“At last, Sleeping Beauty awakes,” Blake murmured into her ear, chuckling softly. Kira stiffened almost immediately, blushing to the roots. “Oh no you don’t; you’re not shutting me out, not now,” commanded Blake, turning her gently on her back. Kira was compelled to meet his eyes in the now softly lit bedroom. His freshly washed body smelled wonderfully sexy and felt warm and vibrant beside hers. The look on his face spelled an intent that sent the coil of need tightening within her belly.

“This isn’t going to be like the last time, Kira. I promise; it’s not going to be a mere slaking of lust between strangers in a passionate rush. Instead it’ll be all about a man and his wife sharing the best gift their bodies can experience together. You’ll be left with no doubt how it feels to be taken by a man who adores every inch of your beautiful, irresistible body and wants you to remember, to treasure every memory we make tonight.”

Kira had absolutely no words to respond to that. For the first time there were completely no barriers between them; skin to skin, breaths mingling as his lips hovered over hers. She felt his gaze and it seared more than ever before.

She asked herself a million times over, why him? Why did every little thing about him turn on every switch inside her until she seemed no longer in control of any part of her body or soul?

Maybe there was no answer. Maybe she would never know.

Not that it even mattered.

As always with Blake, details became faded in the background. Everything between them, however, became magnified; the sound of their hearts, beating loudly in sync. One touch; suddenly as fiery as a branding iron. Kira knew then that nothing she could possibly say or do could stop this colossal tide.

Blake nuzzled the hollow behind her ear and a violent tremble shook through her. His cock was very stiff against her soft lower flesh; the thickness of him powerful.

He bit down on her earlobe and Kira’s lips parted in a soft cry. Her body was pressed up against his in a reflexive arch, her hands gripping his lean hips in the way she remembered made him groan. He let out a growl of approval and dropped a hand to caress her breasts, squeezing their plump globes. Shards of pleasure plastered all over her like goose bumps and her head flung back as his stroking fingers grew bolder, pinching on her sensitive nipples until she moaned his name. In turn, he murmured hot words to her, right into her ear, telling her how beautiful she was and how he’d craved just one more taste of her until it almost drove him mad.

“All these months,” he whispered. “You made me need you so bad I thought I’d go insane.”

Kira knew exactly what he meant because she’d suffered the same agony. The deprivation had cost her plenty. She couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. He’d been like a drug in her system that had her craving her next big hit.

He taught her body all over again to want, to need. Kira knew this was how it should’ve been, that first time. This baring heat. This fervency. This…oneness. Built up slow over time and made to last forever.

One large hand splayed across her waist, pinning her down to the bed. Kira let out a gasp, eyes flying open as Blake suddenly turned rougher, more dominant. He seized her lips, and plunged deep with his tongue, making her dizzy. He broke the kiss and left her panting, inching his lips over her arched neck to her pleasure spot right beneath her jaw. She quivered right to the tips of her toes.

His hand on her belly shifted up to her breasts, kneading them with unmistakable entitlement. He touched her like he
owned
her and she liked it. She liked it very much. She liked that when she arched against him and rubbed herself into his cock, his breath caught in a hiss. He burned for her as hotly as ever before, maybe even more than the first time. Definitely more. His desire was palpable, sending electric charges from his body to hers in a magnetizing transmission of pure lust. Kira’s fingers grappled for fistfuls of the sheets and held on tight, her spine bent back almost in half as Blake’s attention focused on her breasts. This time it was his mouth, tonguing her nipples until they beaded and tingled.