Right Here Waiting (11 page)

“Don’t you think you’re getting too personal?” she asked,
trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Judging by the kiss I walked in on today, he was either
sampling what he knows is to come
,
or he was trying to go for seconds of
what he’s already gotten. He would have devoured you whole if I didn't
interrupt you two, so I’ll place my bet he was trying to go for seconds.”

Their relationship, even while they were dating, always
leaned more towards platonic. They were more like brother and sister than
anything else. From time to time, they bantered with each other and she was
comfortable with it, but there were times when he’d push the envelope, the way
he was doing now. She was out of her comfort zone and she knew she needed to do
something about it.

“Josh, please stop!” she pleaded. “I’m not comfortable
talking to you about this.” She hoped he understood.

The smile left his face. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop, but
seriously think about this: If you have already had sex with this man, and if
it's all he wants from you, why does he keep coming back for more and acts as
if he owns you?”

“I think you’re imagining things, Josh Burton. Has the
polluted city air finally started killing off all of your brain cells?”

“Joke all you want, Meg if it makes you feel safe, but
mark my words, Blade Thorne wants now and forever with you. Could Josh be
right?

* * *

L
ate
r
in the night as she lay in
bed, struggling for sleep to come, with only a wall separating her and Blade,
she thought about what Josh said to her earlier. She refused to admit it could
be true. If she did, it would leave her heart open and unprotected. It was too
big of a risk for her to take.

She was suddenly feeling hot and drenched in sweat. She
was unsure if she was sweating from the summer heat, or if thinking about Blade
was making her sweat. Maybe it was a little of both.

She needed a cold shower, but she would settle for a cold
drink of water instead. She climbed out of bed, not bothering to put a robe on
to cover the sheer nightgown she was wearing; she made her way over to the
door. She opened it and stepped out into the hallway. She quietly went
downstairs, not wanting to wake Blade.

As she was entering the kitchen, she thought back to
earlier in the day when she was out at her old tree house, she could have sworn
she felt someone watching her. Perhaps it was Blade. It was impossible she
tried to convince herself. It was her imagination playing tricks on her.

She stopped and was debating if she should turn the light
on or not when someone came up behind her and grabbed her. She let out a sharp
gasp, and a hand clamped over her mouth. Her heart was beating so fast she
thought it was going to jump out of her chest. She was getting ready to stomp
the foot of whoever had her, but she didn't get a chance to.

“Shhh…” Blade whispered as he turned her around to face
him. Although it was dark, she could tell he was only wearing a pair of pajama
bottoms, and his chest was bare. She stepped forward and right into his
embrace. It felt good there.

“You scared me,” she whispered. “Don’t sneak up on me
again.” She could only imagine what she could have done to him if he didn't
reveal himself when he did.

“I scared you? You scared me. I thought you were an
intruder.” She grinned.

“Maybe I should be thanking my lucky stars you weren’t
packing a gun,” she hissed playfully.

“I don’t own a gun, except for a hunting rifle, and I’m
not in the habit of sneaking through the house with it. What are you doing out
of bed at this time of night, anyway?”

“I was too hot and I couldn’t sleep, so I got up to get a
drink of water. I'm sorry I woke you up.”

“Tell me about it. Let’s get a drink and I’ll take you to
bed.” From the moonlight shining through the window, she could see he possessed
a devilish gleam in his eyes causing her heart to skip a beat. Did he mean in
his bed?

CHAPTER EIGHT

S
he could feel his eyes on her as she
sipped her water. She licked her lips nervously, and as she did, she heard a
low growl come from somewhere deep within him. She fought the desire to look at
him, but she was powerless. She seemed to lose all control when she was near
Blade. She tilted her head and looked up at him.

His eyes were dark with desire. Did he see the same thing
reflected in her eyes? In an instant, their eyes locked. Without breaking
contact, Blade reached out and took her glass from her. He placed it on the
counter next to his own.

He began moving closer to her. She tried to step back to
put distance between them, but her feet stayed firmly planted to the floor and
wouldn't budge. A shiver went through her as he reached for her hand. She
placed it in his. It was like a jolt of electricity when their fingers made contact.

She was still lost in the deep recesses of his eyes when
he whispered, “Let’s go to bed.” She felt as if she were in a trance.

She wasn’t sure what he meant by his words, but she
allowed him to guide her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She wasn’t sure
why she did it, but she let out a sigh of relief when he passed up her bedroom
and continued on to his own.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, he pressed
her against it, kissing her greedily, tasting the sweet nectar she possessed.
When they came up for air, she whispered, “Blade, what if Martha wakes up and
catches us both in here together?”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear. The heat of his
breath on ear and neck made her shiver. “She sleeps in one of the guest cabins,
remember? She’ll never hear us.” She silently chided herself for being so
silly.

She relaxed as he placed his hands on her waist. He slid
his hands up, sliding her nightgown up at the same time. Her breaths were
coming in small short gasps. Her skin burned and tingled under his touch. If
only every night could be this magical.

She looped her thumbs in the waistband of his pajama
bottoms and tried to pull them off, but he stopped her. “Not yet,” he
whispered.

He seemed to want to take things slow, but she wasn’t
sure if she could handle it. She could feel a fire deep within her which was
burning out of control. “More, she whispered as he leaned in, and started
trailing fiery hot kisses along her neck, throat, and finally over the swells
of her breasts.

He stopped long enough to slip her nightgown over her
head, letting it slide to the floor in a pool. He reached behind her and
flicked the light on. The brightness it created flooded the room.

He was breathing heavier as he looked at her. “I’ve never
seen anything more magnificent,” he whispered to her. He sank his hands into
the long, brown strands of her hair which cascaded over her slender shoulders.
He pulled her to him and kissed her lips hungrily.

She grasped his shoulders, digging her nails into his
flesh. She let her hands roam freely, sliding them down his smooth, broad
chest. The fit of their bodies amazed her. It seemed as if they were made for
one another. She splayed her fingers out on his chest, loving the feel of it.

His kisses, like hot little flames began raining down her
neck and shoulders. It was torture. She wasn’t sure how much more she could
take, yet she didn't want him to stop. Her whole world felt as if it were
spinning out of control. She grabbed hold of him to keep herself steady on her
feet.

This time when she looped her thumbs into the waistband
on his pajama bottoms and pulled down on them, he didn’t stop her. They fell
down around his ankles and he stepped back long enough to step out of them. He
stood naked in front of her. With his rock hard muscles, he was a magnificent
piece of art.

She allowed her gaze to travel downward until it reached
his manhood. She licked her lips in anticipation, longing to feel him in her
again. She saw a spark of desire in his eyes, darkening them more than they
already were. He let out a ragged moan, which nearly made her come undone.

“Come,” he whispered, holding out his hand to her. She
grasped on to it, as if it were a life preserver and her life depended on it.
She allowed him to guide her towards his California king size bed.

He waited until she lay down before he joined her. When
she felt the weight of his body on hers, she moaned with longing. Her skin
tingled beneath him.

He kissed her again until they were both gasping for air.
When he caught his breath, he began a shower of torturous kisses along her neck
and shoulders. Whenever his lips made contact with her flesh, it felt as if
flames were dancing on her bare skin.

“Blade?” she practically cried out.

He stopped and looked at her. “What is it?”  He looked startled.

“Make love to me,” she pleaded.

“I am,” he whispered before hooking his fingers in her
hair and kissing her.

When he moved lower, she whispered, “Blade, what are you
doing?” She froze as she realized where he was headed.

“Shhh…” he whispered and continued on his downward
exploration.

She gasped as one finger, followed by two fingers parted
her fleshy folds and dipped inside her, preparing her for him. He was stroking
the flames into a fiery passion burning out of control.

When she felt she was getting close to climax, to her
disappointment, which didn't last long, he pulled them out. “Now you’re ready,”
he whispered as he positioned himself over her.

He entered her. His chest heaved as he breathed in deep
breaths. She closed her eyes, and felt him plunge into her. She relaxed the
best she could, enjoying the feel of him as he stroked the fire within her.

“This is where you belong,” he cried out. “Right here in
my bed, for the rest of our lives.” She was startled by his confession.

Josh’s words rang in her ears. "Mark my words; Blade
Thorne wants you now and forever." It was too late to stop what was
already happening now. They both came undone together. Blade filled her, possessed
her, in ways no other man would be able to.

* * *

T
he next morning she opened her eyes.
Sunlight seeped through the window and reflected off from Blade’s dark hair. As
she watched him sleeping, memories of the night before came slamming back in
full force. She almost groaned out loud at the sensation.

She could hear Martha moving around downstairs. Oh
great!  She flung an arm over her forehead. What if she discovered their
sleeping arrangement? She needed to figure out how to get out of Blade’s
bedroom and into her own without getting caught.

She recalled how upset Blade became the last time she
tried to sneak out of bed and the last thing she needed was another fight with
him and Martha hearing them. If that happened, Martha would know exactly what
happened between her and Blade. She would just have to lie there and wait for
him to wake up. She would have to talk to him when he did. She knew it wouldn’t
be easy though.

She thought she made herself clear to Blade the last time
this happened. She specifically told him they couldn’t have sex anymore. It was
apparent she didn't get through to him or he wouldn't have brought her to his
room last night. She also knew she was half the blame for the situation she was
in and it didn't make her feel any better.

"This is where you belong, right here in my bed, for
the rest of our lives", he cried out last night. What did he mean by that?
Did he want a sexual relationship with her for the rest of their lives? He
never mentioned anything about love. What kind of woman did he take her for?

Blade Thorne and late nights were a lethal combination
these days. It seemed when she got near him after everyone else went to bed,
she found herself in this situation with him the next morning.

He began to stir in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes
and a smile made itself at home on his face, which was covered in early morning
stubble. He was too attractive for his own good. Maybe he was too attractive.
She fought off the urge to run her fingers over it. She clasped her hands
together.

“What a beautiful sight to wake up to,” Blade said as he
leisurely stretched. “I must have died and gone to heaven.” Okay, so he didn't
regret what they did.

“Don’t you think we should get up and get dressed for
breakfast?” She was afraid if they didn't, she would repeat the same mistake
for a third time, only it would be in the light of day.

As if on cue, the devilish look he gave her the night
before appeared in his eyes again. “Darling, as far as I’m concerned, you are
my breakfast.” He grinned and tried to reach for her, but she rolled away from
him. She was feeling annoyed.

“We need to talk.” She needed to get through to him.

“Can’t it wait ‘til later? Right now there are much more
important things on my mind.”
Like what?
She wondered. As far as she was
concerned, the only thing that mattered was getting herself out of his bed
without getting caught and seeing to it that she never found herself anywhere
near a bed with Blade Thorne again.