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He held my plate out for me to take. “Go down there. Wait for me.”
Was he serious? Because Trev was here?I’d told him my not coming home would worry the Houstons.
“Trev is my friend,” I said, taking my plate from him.
He clenched his teeth and looked away from me. He couldn’t get mad because I was stating a fact he had known.
“Just go down to my room and eat. I’ll be there soon,” he told me.
“Why? Can you explain that? Do you not want Trev to know I’m here? That we slept together? Because he knows I left with you last night. He was there.”
Blaise closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he took my chin in his hand and lowered his face until our lips were almost touching. When he was close like this, I forgot that I was mad at him. I forgot that he frustrated me.
“Please, go downstairs. I’ll explain later.” His tone wasn’t demanding. That was the reason I did what I had been told.
At least, I wanted to believe that was the reason, and not that his mint and leather smell had hit me, making me feel tingly. Reminding me of last night.
Twenty-Two
I managed to eat most of my breakfast while I sat with my legs curled up under me on his sofa, watching an episode ofFriends. By the time the guys moved into the big apartment and Monica made the small apartment pretty, Blaise walked into the room. I picked up the remote and turned off the television as I watched him walk toward me.
He sank down beside me so that my knee was touching his thigh. I waited for him to explain why I’d been sent away. I had several other questions, too, but I’d let him start with that one.
“The Houstons know where you are. You can call Melanie if you want. Trev wasn’t here because of them. He was here because he’s a spoiled brat. I dealt with him. He’s gone.”
Frowning, I sat there, waiting for more, but Blaise didn’t say more. Instead, he ran his finger up my thigh as he stared down at my legs. Nope. I was not doing that. I scrambled off the sofa before he could grab me and stood up.
Once I had a safe distance between us, I put my hands on my hips and glared down at him the best I could. He was distracting. All of him.
Damn him for being so sexy.
“I’m going to need some more information,” I told him.
He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest as he stretched his legs out in front of him. There was a crooked grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay,” he replied.
“What am I doing here? How many girls have worn this robe? Please tell me it’s been washed since the last one wore it. When are you taking me back to Moses Mile? What was thatshe’s minecomment? Because that verged on creepy. And why are you suddenly being nice?” I had more questions, but we could start with those.
“I wanted you here. That robe is new. I don’t bring girls down here. I want you with me, but if you want to go back to Moses Mile, I will take you. I told you last night, while I was licking your pussy, that you were mine. Nothing is creepy about that. You gave it to me, and I’m keeping it. And I’m done trying to make you hate me to save you. You made me weak. You made me jealous, and that’s a weakness. I can’t have weaknesses. Not in my world. So, I stopped fighting it and got a taste.” He leaned forward then and rested his elbows on his knees while he looked up at me. “I’ve tasted hundreds, but you’re a fucking drug I didn’t know existed.”
He stood up then, and I had to tilt my head back to keep looking at him as he towered over me.
“You can leave whenever you want, but you’ll still be mine,” he said as he pulled the belt on the robe free. “You’ll still want me to make you feel good.”
Every nerve in my body was now humming with anticipation. He shoved the robe off my shoulders, and it slid down my arms until it was on the floor around my feet. The hungry look in his eyes made me want to forget everything.
To stay here with him and do whatever he wanted me to do. That wasn’t healthy, and I knew it. I struggled to care enough to stop it when his hands moved under the shirt I was wearing and cupped my butt as he pulled me against him.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” he whispered against my neck. “So young and sweet. I tried to protect you from me. I fucking tried so hard.”
He licked my collarbone, and I trembled.
“You’re beautiful. I knew the boys wanted you. I told myself they could have you.” A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Then, I saw Saxon dancing with you. His hands on you.”
Blaise’s hands slipped inside the back of my panties, and he slid them down my bottom until his index finger ran over the proof of my arousal. I jerked against him at the contact.
“I wanted to rip his arms from his body.” His hoarse whisper was against my ear as he began to run the tip of his finger inside me, then back in a slow rhythm. “Your panties are already soaked. Even your pussy knows it’s mine.”
