Chapter 21
Violet
Oh god!
Yes!!
He took off his top and now she was getting a look at his sexy back as he beat out the flames. The way his shoulder muscles rippled as he hit the flames with his t-shirt made her want to moan. The soft glow of the flames was dancing across his skin, making him look even more tanned. Violet stood there, mouth agape, not too sure what to do as she watched Blake extinguish the flames.
Was it her, or was it getting hot here? And not just because of the flames.
Also, how was she meant to look at him and form a coherent sentence when he wasn’t wearing a top? Oh god, her clumsiness had ruined their big romantic dinner! Blake was going to think she was a total nutjob!
But that resulted in his top coming off, so was it such a bad thing?
She was so clumsy!
Violet watched as Blake made sure the fire was out, then turned and walked towards her. She almost swallowed her tongue. Those magazines and movies were so not lying about his abs and chest and… stuff. Her eyes were drawn to his slim waist and the waist band of his jeans...
That sexy man V thing was like lights on a landing strip to his crotch.
Damn, she was checking out his junk again!
She had always hoped it was all just photoshopped for the magazines and movies and his PicMe and that he wasn’t that...
Athletic?
Muscly?
Hot?
She looked at the sleeve of tattoos covering his right arm and stopping at his collarbone. The tattoos swirled around his arm, all blending in, but each section standing out. The tattoos weren’t something that made it onto PicMe often because he used that arm to hold the phone and take all those topless selfies. They were also airbrushed out of his movies, so they only belonged to Blake.
Her Blake.
Oh god! Where had that come from! He wasn’t hers!
Her gaze flicked to his as he drew closer. He had a huge grin on his face, the kind of grin that made her lady-bits seriously quiver in their boots. She was about 20 seconds away from climbing him like a mountain. She so wanted to reach that summit!
He was her Everest!
“I’m gone for 3 minutes and you set our romantic dinner on fire and come dangerously close to setting the east field alight?” Blake said, shaking his head and blinking like he wasn’t too sure if that was really what he had seen.
Violet felt her cheeks heat up.
She was such a klutz.
Looking away from his very distracting hot torso, Violet flicked her gaze to Blake’s face and there of course was a massive smirk and he was trying not to laugh.
“It was an accident,” Violet said in a trembling voice.
This was nearly as bad as The Incident all those years ago!
The Incident 2- Wildfire?
Movie title right there!
Why in earth did she always make a fool of herself in front of this man?
“The story of your life, Violence,” Blake replied in a husky tone and took a step closer, his lips twitching like he was trying to hide a smile. Violet took a deep breath. He was now standing so close that she could make out the tiny beads of sweat on his torso from all the firefighting. She felt her heart flutter and a warm heat spread across her skin. She was stuck, staring into those blue eyes gazing intently into her soul. They could probably read her thoughts.
Her super dirty, erotic thoughts.
Yeah, this was bad.
All she wanted to do was reach out and lick his hot man chest, she wondered what her tongue would feel like sliding over his abs and getting right into those crevices.
Oh no, she was about to do something stupid!
Violet reached out and put her hand on his chest as if her hand had a mind of its own and she was unable to stop it. She felt her lady-bits quiver.
Like, seriously quiver.
His chest was as smooth as it looked and warm under her touch, which was sending another fire through her veins straight to her crotch, a fire hotter than that burning table.
Before Violet could gather her senses and move her hand, Blake’s hand came over the top of it and he pulled her onto his chest. Her feet tangled below her and her face hit a hard wall of male torso as she fell into him. He steadied her and Violet looked up into the most handsome face she had ever seen.
Blake’s eyes searched hers and Violet bit her lip and broke eye contact because she was about to combust into a flaming fireball. When he looked at her like that, it made her tremble and feel hot all at the same time. She felt his fingers under her chin. “Look at me, Violence,” he whispered in a husky voice. Violet took a deep breath and locked her eyes with his. Blake swore gently under his breath and then bent down and kissed her. Violet moaned as he searched her mouth with his tongue.
This wasn’t like before in the Cape Cod house, this was hotter. Violet threw her arms around his shoulders as he kissed her. His tongue swirled around her mouth as he pulled her closer, lifting her off the ground and grabbing her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his torso.
Violet broke the kiss and pulled back to look at Blake, his blue eyes on fire and his mouth wet from their hot kissing.
“You can’t lift me, I’m too heavy,” she shrieked, trying to unwrap her legs. Blake grunted and lifted her higher, causing her to scream louder. Then they were moving, moving back closer to the tree.
Violet clung to Blake and his mouth found hers again as they kissed. He moved around the tree, away from the smoldering remains of their romantic dinner. Violet felt herself being gently laid out on the long grass, Blake’s tongue still wedged down her throat. He put her down with great care, making sure she didn’t hit her head on the ground. Blake was on his knees as he loomed over her, still not breaking the kiss.
Violet must have died and gone to heaven. There was no way this was happening.
She opened her eyes and she could see the stars sparkling in the sky above, and hear the waves crashing against the cliff. Her gaze landed on the shirtless hot man on top of her, still passionately kissing her, his hands running up and down her sides with increasing urgency. This was the moment she had been waiting for her entire life, when the man whom she had loved for most of her life wanted her as much as she wanted him. Everything was perfect.
Well, she could lose the faint burning smell of the table though.
Violet let her hands slip from his shoulders and roam over Blake’s chest, running down the smooth tanned skin and feeling the creases of his abs.
Yep, she was fingering his abs!
Hotness overload!
Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing his throat interrupted their little make-out session. Blake pulled away and sat up on his knees, looking past her in the direction of the table.
“What happened here?” a shocked voice asked.
Violet cringed. Oh god, someone had caught them making out like sex-starved teenagers! She sat up to see a young man dressed like a waiter in a fancy restaurant balancing two dishes with silver bell lids precariously on his arm and another behind his back. His eyes roamed over the pair of them, taking in her tousled hair and the half-naked Blake. The kid nearly dropped the food when he recognized Blake. “Oh my god, you’re Blake Wilson!” the teen said excitedly. “Uh, yeah,” Blake replied, looking embarrassed. “Oh, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” replied their young waiter. Looking around, Violet could tell that he wasn’t sure what to do with the plates. “Did you still want dinner?” he asked as his eyes drifted to the smoldering mess beside him. Blake looked at Violet and smirked.
“Just cancel dinner, we’ll get something later,” he said and dismissed the guy with a wave of his wrist. The waiter nodded, gave Blake and Violet a huge knowing grin, and then turned and marched off, back towards the house.
Violet’s insides started to flutter as Blake turned his attention back to her. “Thank Christ he fucked off, now I can get you out of these clothes,” Blake growled, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face.
Violet trembled.
Oh my god!
This so was not happening right now, was it?
Should she mention that she put the last two guys she had sex with into the ER? Was that something you told a potential lover?
No?
Yes?
There goes her top!!