7. Tease Me Some More

The silence was thick and electric. Alone, frustrated, and confused, I waited for Diamante or Blaze to return. They didn’t. I slipped from the tub; the cool air prickled my skin, and I wrapped myself in a plush robe. The bed beckoned, but when I lay down, sleep was impossible.

My mind replayed how it felt to be in Diamante’s arms—his hands strong and sure, my own betraying me as I dared to touch him back. Every nerve in my body buzzed, craving more. The man had lean, smooth, but firm upper thighs. I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to dismiss what I had experienced mentally. But instead, I kept hearing his manly voice ask.

"How do you feel about your evening so far, our queen?"

A sudden, urgent knock shattered the quiet. My heart skipped. “Who is it?” My voice trembled with something between fear and anticipation."

It’s Blaze." His voice was low, velvet over gravel. I should have sent him away, but curiosity—need—won. “Come in,” I said, pulse racing. “How was your bath? I brought you a care package for your skin. Long periods in the water can damage your skin."

"Thank you. I had a good time, until Diamante left so suddenly. Did I do something wrong?" My voice was small, vulnerable.

“Never," Blaze said, his smile reassuring and dangerous all at once. “He enjoyed every moment. Are you thirsty? For another drink? You look tense, and your glass is half full."

"Sure, why not."

Without hesitation, Blazes reached over to pour me a drink.

"How about I help you apply your care package?'

"Thanks, but I could do it," I insisted, uncertain if I wanted to resist or give in. Blazes held the care package, his gaze sincere and smoldering. “Please. Let me.”

In almost any instance, I lost all resistance to his assistance; she thought it was ridiculous to take any measure of pleasure from him;

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He said softly, standing, then sitting at my feet on the bed.

It was impossible to ignore a man like Blaze. His looks, his scent, his voice- it was all a lethal combination, breaking down every defense I tried to hold."

“Ever had a sexy nightcap?” Blaze asked, pouring it into his hands, warming it, warming me with just his gaze.

"No."

"“Let’s take it slow,” he said, his fingers gliding over my skin. “You can’t rush pleasure. And tonight, you deserve all of it.”

"So, you're suggesting I let my guard down, is that it?..." I ask, peering at him with a hint of suspicion.

"He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. “That sounds perfect. “I lift a brow and say. "Alright... I'm willing. Are you sure you're not going to go up and leave too?"

He smiled, his eyes dark with promise. “Trust me. Lay back. Let go.”

I lay back, a moan escaping as the heat of his hand touched my foot. Blaze’s fingers moved slowly, featherlight, circling my calf muscles and grazing my ankles. I melted beneath his touch, every worry dissolving. My eyes widened at his actions. Next, he gently began to massage my calf muscle. He watched my eyes settle into sweet calmness as I eventually had to close them. He then lets his fingers slither up and down the smoothness of my legs.

He moved past my knees in his second unexpected move, doing one leg at a time. My eyes darken slightly as the rigidity in my spine eases a bit. From these surprising actions, Blaze is taking.

Though my eyes are closed, I know he watches me unfold slowly right before his penetrating gaze. Then, he starts speaking in this sultry tone.

"A real man knows when a delicate flower needs attention,” he murmured, his voice a caress. A sigh slipped from me as he stroked my legs, lingering at my ankles and feet. He admired my toes, his compliments making me blush. He flicks his dreamy eyes up to mine, "Open your eyes."

I open them, and it seems he studies me with characteristic intensity, analyzing every minor detail.

"Have these pretty feet ever been touched like this?” he asked, holding my ankle gently, his other hand sending sparks up my leg.

“Never,” I breathed, trembling with the pleasure and the ache of wanting more.

He grinned. “Tonight is just the beginning. I’m going to give you everything you crave.

“I hope I'm not going to regret allowing this to happen to me."

“I don’t believe in regret,” he said, voice husky and low.

"Woo...I don't have a comeback for that." I said, one eyebrow arched at him. Curiously wanting to know precisely what that means. We all have something we regret doing or saying at least once in our lives.

He placed my legs across his thigh, holding me captive. His accent, his eyes, the gentle command of his voice- they all did things to me I couldn’t explain.

“Here, let me refresh your glass."

 I sipped my drink, my senses swimming as he opened another bottle of oil—scents of lavender, jasmine, citrus filling the air.

“Are you happy that you came here?"

"I was thinking about how happy I was to come here. And how insane I must've been thinking about leaving tonight."

His laughter echoed, breaking the spell for a moment, but desire pulled me right back under. “You were just fearful of the unknown." He states. Pouring the lotion into his large hands, he massaged my feet and calf muscles deeply.

“I’m still scared of the unknown,” I whispered with my eyes fighting against closing. His touch was unraveling me, exposing every hidden longing I’d kept buried. My body glowed with anticipation, a sigh escaping as he kept working his magic. He whispered in that sexy tone as his hands stayed canvassing, caressing, and squeezing every unknown muscle. Tendons and muscles I didn't even know existed until tonight. Blaze is unhinging every little bit of my resistance, ready to surrender and relinquish my body.

"Now, do you trust us?"

He asked, his hands never leaving my skin, daring me to finally let go. His fingers found a sensitive spot behind my knee, and a soft moan escaped. The pleasure radiated upward, igniting places I’d never felt before. My whole body, every hidden, neglected part—was suddenly awake, alive, and wanting."

“Yes,” I whispered. “You’ve made it easy to trust you.”

Blaze groaned. It made me snicker; I tried to censor my passion. "Oh, my goodness, that groan sounds naughty." I laugh. "I guess from now on, I'd better be on my best behavior."

“Oh, it’s far too late for that. Blaze laughed, and the thought of him carrying me off made my pulse trip over itself."

“Not tonight, Mr. Blaze,” I teased, though I was already dangerously close to surrendering. My body was light, my mind floating—a natural high I’d never known.

Blaze’s eyes locked onto mine.

“Oh, are you ready to experience paradise?”