Page 72 of The Wild Fire
Davis softly strokes my hair, making me purr like a happy kitten. The feel of his body wrapped around mine lulls me into a place of contentedness I haven’t known in so long. It’s breaking my defenses.
In his arms, it feels so safe here. So right.
Soon I’m drifting off despite myself. “I can’t believe that after everything that’s happened, that spark is still alive between us.” I hear the words leave me.
“No, Princess. It’s not a spark. It’s a wildfire.”
19
ALANA
“Ooh! I see red today. Bright red.”
I pause my veggie-chopping, knife poised over the cutting board. “Red?”
“Your aura.” Rainbow whisks by me, a basket of farm fresh eggs clutched to her chest. “It’s much brighter this morning. I’m seeing red hues. And orange, too.”
She rinses the eggs and starts cracking them over a large mixing bowl. We’re whipping up omelets for today’s big breakfast.
“Sometimes all a woman needs is a few nights in the arms of the man she loves. And it sure doesn’t hurt if he looks like your hunk, too.” She waggles her brows with a wicked grin.
“Oh. Yeah, maybe,” I answer uncomfortably, feeling a pinch in the middle of my chest.
Rainbow may be right about my feelings for Davis, but that’s not a good thing. Finding myself head-over-heels for the man I divorced four years ago is a complication I wasn’t expecting when I backed my SUV out of my rain-soaked driveway a few days ago.
History has already demonstrated that, when it comes to Davis and me, love isn’t enough. Not by a long shot. And our passionate moments together in that cabin aren’t fixing anything about our disastrous, failed relationship. In fact, I’m afraid that every pulse-pounding second we spend together is only making the impending letdown exponentially worse.
At least, for me that is.
The hot, dirty sex only reminds me of all the things I so desperately want but won’t ever get to own again.
The chemistry between us is alive and well and kicking my ass. Still, my reason for walking away from Davis hasn't changed.No matter how much I want him.
Life’s a bitch sometimes.
Rainbow busy-bodies around the kitchen, listing off all the activities to look forward to at this evening’s chakra-bonfire-revival-party thingy. She giddily includes me in her plans. I have to remind her more than once that Davis and I will be hitting the road as soon as we get the go-ahead from town officials. But my skepticism doesn’t dampen her enthusiasm in the slightest.
I’m setting the dining table when Davis and Jimmy stomp inside through the kitchen door, laughing and carting armfuls of freshly chopped firewood. After stacking the wood, they wash their hands and come trudging through the house.
Davis’s eyes find me from across the room and he smiles. He saunters into my personal space with a confident stride that makes the muscles in my tummy clench. Just like that, I’m back to being that girl with a crush on the new guy in school.
Perfecting the role of the adoring fake husband, he gathers me up in his arms. Davis plants a hot kiss on my lips, allowing his tongue to playfully trace the seam of my mouth before he pulls back with a crooked grin. “Hi…” he affectionately cups my cheek, staring at me like…like he means it.
“H-hi…” I say, my voice getting tangled up in my throat. Blushing despite myself, I wrap my arms tightly around his middle, struggling to not get lost in his manly, woodsy scent.
Being this close, pressing my body to his…it painfully reminds me of last nightandthis morning.My achy core throbs violently.
“Now,thatis a greeting,” Rainbow declares, her hands gleefully clapping together.
I glance at her and the woman looks like she’s about to come out of her skin. She’s clearly beside herself with excitement.
Jimmy strolls by her and swats her ass. “How’s this for a greeting? Now where’s breakfast?”
She rolls her eyes and playfully swings a dish towel after her man. “Keep being a pig. Just know that the pigs eat outside in the pig pen.” She disappears into the kitchen and reemerges a moment later, setting a bowl of fruit and a plate stacked with toast on the table. “Coffee, juice, or both, boys?”
“Both for me, babe,” Jimmy says, sending his wife a wink that makes her blush.
“Juice, please,” Davis responds.