Page 14 of Blaze & Ajax

Then I’d have to find it from someone else, but who?

The door whooshed open, and Ajax stood there, hair dripping wet from a shower and wearing only sweatpants. I’d never seen him shirtless, so I wasn’t expecting the muscles. And the scent coming off him was earthy and spicy, yet simple and clean. My heart rate kicked up as my self-berating almost overruled my need to be there.

His face went from surprise to a sneer. “What the fuck are you doing here,Kitten?”

Before I let the doubts win, I ducked under his arm where it rested on the doorjamb, and shoved my way inside his apartment without his permission. Not even that stupid nickname could sway me.

He sighed and slammed the door closed.

Ajax’s place was a small, one-room studio with a kitchen and a bathroom, but at least he had his own place. He kept it pretty neat. In fact, it looked overly clean, with a hint of bleach and lemon in the air.

“I asked you a question,” he said.

I turned to face him. He was leaning against the door, arms folded over his chest, while I removed my coat, scarf, and hoodie.

“I didn’t say you could stay.”

“Will you shut up for a second?” I snapped.

“Only if you’ve come to apologize.”

“For what?”

“Oh, I can list about twenty things in my head. Do I need to spell them all out for you?”

I rolled my eyes. “As if you’ve been a fucking saint.”

Fuck, I couldn’t ask. No way. He’d laugh me right out there after humiliating me. Then he’d never let it go, shoving it in my face every time I saw him.

“Besides, can you even spell?” I asked, in my attempt to antagonize. Getting him riled up and taking control of me out of anger was the only way to salvage what was left of my pride.

His chocolatey eyes darkened as his brow dropped low before he walked over to me like a damn panther stalking his prey. No doubt he could break me in half, but I could hold my own.

“Did you just come over here to piss me off even more?”

Yep.

I was taking a huge risk to my very being, but I pushed again.

“Please, you love to be pissed at me. It gets you off. You were so fucking hard for me that night.”

His face turned dangerous, and the air crackled with violence.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You think I didn’t feel your hard dick trying to shove its way into my ass?”

He stood so close, allowing me to inhale his spicy and clean scent and see all the water droplets trying to dry on his pale skin, covered in goosebumps.

“In your fucking dreams,” he hissed. “I. Hate. You.”

I braced for pain but hoped he’d react as he had the last time when I kept pushing him.

“Do you, though? I think you want me.”

I pressed my index finger to his hard, wet chest and dragged the moisture across his skin.

His breath caught before he finally lashed out, fisting my hair, yanking me away.

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