Free Burned by Passion by Dez Burke Page B

He’d been attracted to her from the start, but he’d never planned on taking advantage of her and it bothered him that his father or even Kira would think that. Blake had never acted so spontaneously and even now, a fire raged on in his loins just for her. But he had to prove to her that this was more than just physical desire. She’d touched something deep inside him. He hated that she’d felt cheapened for giving herself to him. He’d make her understand that this was something special. They’d both felt the same triggering passion that no one else had been able to invoke within them.
    Speaking with her minutes ago had brought that same rampant ache right where he lived. He’d heard of people meeting and sparks flying, but with Kira it had been like fireworks erupting. Her earthy, vivacious beauty, her strength of character, had shone through even in that brief moment and the chemistry they shared was beyond compare. He wasn’t ready to walk away from all that until he found out exactly what it could mean for them both. He needed to show Kira there could be so much more.
    But first, Blake realized there was something he had to do.
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Kira tidied up her desk, clearing up for the weekend. She slung her purse over her shoulder and then left the near-empty office. Her boss, Mr. Carter had long since gone. As she took the empty elevator down to the ground floor she let her mind go over the past few days.
    Thankfully she’d heard nothing from Blake since that one call on Monday. As far as she was concerned they had nothing to say to each other. Whatever had happened, she intended to put it far behind her. This was her one act of impulsive madness which she had no intention of repeating again in her life.
    Though a part of her felt a twinge of regret at how easily he’d backed off. Obviously he’d been faking being so desperate to see her again. After all he’d already got what he wanted so what else was there to hang around for?
    Kira remembered her father always telling her she was no good for anything but being some man’s cheap floozy. He’d always berated her for her full-figured shape and warned her that with her kind of ‘porn-star body’ the only thing a man would want her for was to bed her, not wed her.
    It was a horrible thing for a father to say to his young daughter barely over nineteen at the time. But it was one of the reasons why she’d held on so long to her virginity even until age twenty-four. She’d been so sure she’d only give herself to a man who loved her truly and who’d love her back. She’d been saving herself for marriage, yet Blake had easily snuck through her defenses and she had surrendered to the darkest rage of passion she’d ever experienced. Why on earth would she want to see him again and remind herself how far she’d fallen from her own standards?
    Trying to get him out of her mind hadn’t been as easy as shutting him out of her life. Each time she closed her eyes, she’d see them once more, clinging with heated lust. She hated herself all over again for letting it happen.
    Wrapping her coat around her now chilled frame, Kira finally stepped out of the elevator and was soon outside the office and onto the street. Only to stop short when she saw Terrence, leaning against his car, arms folded, in front of the office building. When he saw her he straightened and she waited nervously until he came up to her.
    “Hello Kira,” he greeted, but his expression was far from cordial. His eyes were narrowed to slits, his jaw taut. She hadn’t seen him this mad before – and she could understand the reason why he was pissed.
    She knew he’d been expecting her to call after the party, undoubtedly to apologize and explain why she’d walked off that night, leaving him and not coming back. Kira hadn’t been able to call him and had certainly been reluctant to face him again.
    “Um…hi Terrence. Look, I’m on my way home now…”
    “Not yet,” he said