Page 84 of Whispers of Fire

Thought I knew what hunger was before, turns out, I’m discoverin’ it right now, after twenty-eight years on this earth. This little innocent woman just broke the walls of my dark heart, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.

Breakin’ our kiss before this gets out of hand, I raise her chin, her blue eyes staring at mine. She gives me a small shy smile, her eyes drifting back to my lips.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

“Wanted to do this for a while, Angel,” I say, amazed at what just happened, cupping her cheek. She chuckles silently, making me fall for her even more.

Yeah, my girl’s laugh is definitely my favorite sound in the world.

I didn’t expect this evening to turn out like that, but at least it ends up with her in my arms and it’s all that fuckin’ matters.

“Alright, let’s go home, sweetheart,” I whisper, kissin’ her temple.

It’s already late. I don’t want her to be exhausted tomorrow. We gotta get her back home and then I'll go to the club.

There’s gotta be somethin’ that could make Ares change his mind.

Anything.

It’s about time I leave the past behind me.

Chapter 15

Rose

The ride back is faster than I wished for, my mind still dreaming about our kiss, my body warm with his between my thighs. The ride, his words, our kiss… all of it was just perfect.

My first kiss.

He parks the bike at the opposite side of my house, concealing us in the darkness. It must be around midnight, but I'm not scared to be seen, I know my parents are fully asleep.

I love the fact that he talked about his home as if it was mine too.

He gets down, then grabs my ribs and lift me off the bike like a feather. Removing my helmet, he brushes my lips with his thumb.

“You sleep in my bed tonight, Angel,” he says, his low tone hitting me right in my belly. Sleeping in his arms does sound appealing, but I notice he doesn't remove his helmet.

Raising a brow, I sign, “You're not coming?” and I love that he understands what I just told him.

“Gotta take care of somethin’ for us tonight. I'll try to be back before you wake up.” Disappointed, I pout my lips. “I promise, Angel, I'll be back before you know it.”

Removing his helmet, he takes my hand and walks with me to the front door, then to the bedroom, helping me to remove my jacket–not that it is necessary but I don’t object.

I wish he would stay here with me.

“Here, you can sleep in this.” He hands me a large black t-shirt. Silly me inhales it in reflex to smell his leather scent and he catches me doing it with an intrigued smile. I shake my head, embarrassed, my cheeks blushing. Standing in front of me, he stays still, drinking me up from head to toes.

Could I? I suddenly feel way too shy to change in front of him…

Sensing my nervousness, he turns his back on me, facing the door, his hands in his back like a soldier.

“Change. I want to tuck you in before I go.” His voice is low and harsh, as if the words are painful to force out.

God, even now he manages to respect my pace and let me have the space I need.

I pull my t-shirt over my head, revealing a simple white cotton bra beneath. I wished I was wearing something more feminine, like those I've seen in window shops, but I had to sew mine, so it's just plain white triangles. I take the large black shirt he gave me and put it on, the hem reaching my upper-thigh.

Removing my jeans, I notice his hands are red, as if he's clenching them hard. I could slip under the covers now, hiding my legs from view, but I want to give him something I've never given anyone else.

---