I managed to dry my eyes before I got to the house. I was hoping I had enough time to go inside and hop in the shower before Blade got here, but he rode my ass the entire way home. I wanted to escape the inquisition I know is about to unfold.
“Sasha,” he calls after me the second I step from the car. His gravelly voice is thick with emotion. He hurts because he knows I’m hurting. “I didn’t want to press you in the diner, but what’s wrong? What happened in the five minutes that I was in the kitchen?”
He grips my bicep, twirling me until I’m facing him,
“Was it a flashback?”
No, for once I can’t blame that fucking lunatic for my tears.
“I’m fine, okay? I don’t feel good, and I smell like pie and meatloaf. I want to go inside, take a shower, and go to bed.”
“Why are you lying to me?”
“I’m not, Blade.” I do smell like pie and meatloaf. “Please, can we go inside now? Before the neighbors hear?”
“I don’t give a fuck what they hear. There’s something wrong, and I want to know what it is so I can fucking fix it for you.”
You can’t fix this.
I wipe my cheek and walk toward our front door, relieved when Blade moves his feet and doesn’t force me to stay out here any longer. The second we’re inside and the door is locked, Blade spins me around again. Just as I’m about to scream at him and tell him to stop tugging on me, he pushes me up against the front door and crushes his lips to mine, swallowing my whine of protest.
His knee wiggles between my thighs, his hands cup my cheeks. He’s got me pinned with his hips, and his erection is burning through his jeans, singeing my skin.
I make a noise, trying to tell him to stop. My hands fist his black t-shirt, and I push against his chest with all my strength. I don’t stop until my arms feel like they’re going to give out, and he hasn’t budged. Then he runs his warm, soft tongue over my bottom lip, causing it to tremble.
No. Do not give into this Sasha.
After a moment, he breaks the kiss, and I whimper.
His thumbs trace along my cheekbones, and through my closed eyes I can feel the intensity of his stare.
“Sasha...” he whispers my name, and it sends tingles down my spine.
Peeking through my lashes, the second I finally lock my eyes on his, the heat and desire within their depths takes my breath away.
I’m done for.
If this is going to be the end, we may as well go out with a bang. Tomorrow I’ll tell him I’m pregnant and deal with the fallout. But tonight...tonight I just want to be with him.
