Blaze's Second Chance (The Sinclair Men)
By: Sam Crescent“Stop looking at me like that unless you want me to do something about it,” Blaze said. His eyes filled with hunger.
“What look am I giving you?” she asked. She couldn’t disguise the heated lust in her voice. Cassie sounded desperate even to herself.
“The look that says, ‘I want to fuck you.’ You’re eating me with your gaze, Cassie, and if you keep doing it, I’ll not be held responsible for my actions.” He got up off his stool and moved around to the opposite end of the island.
“I’m not eating you with my eyes,” she said.
“You’re eating me up. You want me, Cassie. You always have and always will want me.”
The ego of the man. “No, I don’t. I admit that you’re att—”
“How many men have you fucked in the last three years?”
The question caught her off guard. How many men had she been with? The answer was embarrassing. Her life had been so busy trying to forget him that she had neglected to even enter into a relationship. The pathetic answer was zero. However, if she counted her vibrators then it had to be three. Even she had needs. Especially when she woke up in the middle of the night sweating and aching for release. Aching because this man had fucked her and then left her. Her needs and curiosities begged to be answered.
“I’m not telling you,” she said, answering his question anyway.
“You want me, Cassie. That one night, I made you mine.”
“Yeah. In that moment you used me. You never had any intention of taking me further.” She shouted back at him, oblivious to the other people in the house. “Well, I’m over it, Blaze.” She stormed out of the house leaving him shocked.
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“Wow, it appears the Sinclair men know squat about love and women.” Trent entered the kitchen.
“Keep your opinions to yourself.” Blaze followed after her.
He couldn’t cope with the thought of her hurting. He found her on the patio staring out into the night sky.
“Cassie.”
“Don’t bother, Blaze. I’ve nothing I want to say to you.” She stopped him. Blaze watched her back.
“I missed you,” he whispered as he placed a hand on her shoulder. He felt her flinch from his touch. When she’d come to him that night, she’d been so beautifully passionate. A hot sensual woman. She hadn’t flinched but touched back.
“Don’t do this to me, Blaze,” she said.
“I never thought I’d see you again.” Chris had never told him about their relationship. He wondered what else his younger brother was keeping from him. “My life with Francesca was a mistake. We were miserable together. Even when I was with her I thought about you.”
Blaze had to tell her everything. He’d wasted so many years fighting his attraction and the desire for Cassie. She was so close to him, and he could have her. Blaze knew a day wouldn’t go by when he didn’t fight for her.
“How can you say these things to me?” He heard the sob in her voice, and he hated himself all over again. “This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend, and so far I’ve done nothing but want to cry. Tell me what’s wrong with that?” She turned, and he saw the tears coming out of her eyes.
He reached out and touched them with his thumb. “I’m a bastard,” he said.
“No. You’re not.” She rubbed the tears away and faced forward. “We didn’t have any claim over each other. That night was nothing more than two consenting adults giving in to temptation.”
“Don’t say that.” He stood directly behind her with both of his hands on her. “That night is the only memory keeping me alive.”
“That’s a little dramatic, Blaze. Even for you.”
“Mock and laugh at me all you want, Cassie. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” Blaze moved round to face her. He grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him.
“I was just an employee to you,” she said.
“You were so much more. You never realised how much I fought for you.” He slammed his lips down on hers. This wasn’t a make-up kiss. This was about possession. Blaze wanted to claim her for his own. To seal every little shred of himself inside her and never let her go. His fingers sank into the smooth, dark hair, and he grasped her head. He held her in place while he thoroughly loved her lips and mouth. Kissing her was becoming a drug in his veins. Cassie fought him. Her struggles were feeble, and he calmed her down, never breaking contact. She melted beneath him, and he loved her submission to him.
