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4.

ADELAIDE

I growled out in frustration, not even believing he had just done that.

He was like a child, pulling one of those ‘I’m not in your room!’ tricks I played against my sisters when I was younger and they were annoyed with having a little sister around.

And to steal a kiss from me like that again!

You liked it, and you’d let him do it again, don’t even.

I turned on my heel and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it just in case. I could never be too careful around him, or trust him now.

I took the dress off quickly, still annoyed, and kicked it into the corner of the bathroom. Luca had a way of getting me wound up, now in more ways than one, making my head spin in confusion of what happened between us.

We had both made it very clear we had no interest in each other, or in this marriage, yet he had kissed me. Twice. And I had let him. I didn’t even try to stop him the first time, it was like something deep inside me had wanted that the entire time.

My emotions were everywhere as I stepped in the shower. Anger, confusion, annoyance, and giddiness. Giddy that he had kissed me and that I had liked it, that it had felt so good. And giddy from how we were when he had wrestled me onto the bed.

Don’t get too excited, it won’t happen again.

I sighed heavily as I let the hot water run over my shoulders, helping release the tension I was holding with the emotional storm going on inside me.

I got out and dried off, running a comb through my hair to tame the last of the knots. I opened the bathroom door and made my way to my closet, hearing the muffled noise of the TV on in Luca’s room.

God, why couldn’t he leave tonight and give me some peace? He was ALWAYS here, and it only made it worse now that he kissed me. Now I felt like I’d never be able to get away from him, especially with him being just in the next room.

I came back out in my short nightgown, fully ready to just get in bed and sleep off everything that had happened tonight when there was a hard knock at my door. No one knew I was back here, the dinner was still going on and would be for hours.

Shit, probably Hannah.

I opened it, peeking out to see Liam leaning against my door frame, a little too close for comfort.

“Wondered where you’d gotten off too.” He said, eyeing me up and down with a hungry look on his face. No one ever made me feel as uncomfortable as he did with the way he looked at me, like I was a treat put in front of him, waiting to be devoured. Even when Luca was around it didn’t stop him. I hid myself behind the door to try to avoid any more of his gaze.

“What do you want, Liam?” I narrowed my eyes, suspicious as to why he was outside my door. He really had no reason to be.

“We didn’t get to spend much time together tonight, and I must say, you looked absolutely delectable in that dress. It’s a wonder Luca didn’t keep you in here to hide you away all night. I would have.” He said, putting an arm up to lean on the door frame, lowering himself down to my eyes some. I just glared at him, not wanting to give him any reason to continue this conversation, or lack of one.

“I don’t feel like spending my time with someone who thinks my family owes him the right to me. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed.” I said, attempting to shut the door. He reached his hand out, pushing against it and stopping me from pushing any further.

“Where’s hubby at tonight? Left you all alone on your own? I could keep you company until he comes back.” He tried pushing into my room more before a hand shot out behind me and pushed the door back against him.

Luca

I felt his other arm snake around my waist, pulling me back against him to his chest, his hand spreading wide over my stomach.

“She was actually just about to head to my room for the night. You know, with her looking as delectable as she is and mine. She just didn’t want to be rude by telling you to fuck off.” Luca said, possessiveness cutting into his tone. My legs suddenly felt weak, like if he hadn’t been holding me to him I’d fall. He was trying to keep Liam out of my room, and I had appreciated it. Liam glared at him with so much hate in his eyes and I could feel the tension rolling off Luca, his grip around me becoming tighter.

It was kind of hot the way Luca was reacting.

Because you actually like him, idiot.

He didn’t say another word, he just slammed the door in Liam’s face and I heard the lock click, stopping Liam or anyone from opening it.

He spun me around so that I was facing up at him. He had changed into a pair of sweatpants and long sleeved shirt with the arms pushed up, his hair still a mess of curls on his head. He looked just as good as he did earlier dressed up.

Good enough to spend the night with.

“What?” He cocked his head, his arm still around me.

“Keeping me all to yourself?” I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Can’t have you getting away from me looking like you do,” He quickly looked me up and down, his eyes stopping back at my lips again, “But by all means if you’d rather spend the night with Liam fucking Blake, then be my guest. Cecilia might still be waiting up for me anyways...” He trailed off, pulling away from me and turning back towards his room.

“No!” I shot my hand out, grabbing onto his arm probably a bit too hastily. He stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at me.

“I mean... no, I don’t want to spend the night with Liam. But I’m not spending it with you either.” I let go of his arm, going back into my closet to grab my oversized cardigan to cover myself from his gaze I felt burning into me everywhere.

When I turned back around he was leaning against the doorway with both arms pushing against the door frame, lowering himself some from his towering height.

“And why not? Do I make you nervous, Princess? I felt your heart beating through your chest.” He smirked, knowing he had me cornered.

He had. He did make me nervous. In just a few short hours we went from barely being able to be in the same room together to kissing and now he was telling Liam I’d be staying in the same room as him for the night.

I was nervous for the fact that I didn’t understand what was going on suddenly and nervous that I liked it. I liked this new attention he was giving me. A lot.

“No. I just don’t understand this sudden interest in me. And why you keep thinking you can kiss me.” I crossed my arms and cocked one hip, making eye contact with him. He stared back at me and I could see the contemplation of what to say in his eyes. His jaw sawed back and forth, and his fists opened and clenched a few times, the tension showing in his arms.

“Well? Are you going to say anything or keep me cornered in here all night?” I pushed, the tension rolling off him making me even more nervous.

“Always so much fire in your eyes. Nothing ever puts it out, does it?” He kept his eyes locked on mine, searching them as if I was keeping something from him that he wanted.

“No. But you knew that.” I said quietly, keeping my gaze hard on his.

It had been like this ever since we were teenagers. Always at each other’s throats about any and everything that slighted us. He pushed back but I had always pushed back harder, resisting this more than him it seemed.

He’d been the first to break, the first to try to break through the wall of fire I always kept up around him no matter how much at times I wanted to tear it all down and just let this happened. It’d be easier if I had.

“I do. You’re about as wild as they come and you keep that fire scorching every time we’re together.” He kept his arms in place against the doorframe, and I know knew he wouldn’t let me out until he felt ready to. It was easier for him to keep me cornered in place where he felt he had control.

“And it’ll keep burning until you tell me why you kissed me. You had no interest in me until tonight and I want to know why.” I took a few steps closer to him, not breaking eye contact with him. He finally broke it, letting his gaze slip to my lips again as it had done multiple times tonight, like if he looked long enough I’d let him kiss me again.

I would, but he didn’t need to know that.

“There’s always been interest in you. We just aren’t getting out of this so might as well have some fun. And I wanted to see what it would be like to try and tame some of your fire, see if I really would burn on contact.” A ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips. “I can also see on your face how much you liked it. You can deny it all you want but I see it, I see right through it all with you.”

“You don’t see anything.” I didn’t want him to see that I’d like it when he kissed me. We had spent the last 9 years, since I was 12 and him 16, resisting this marriage and hating each other. If he had had an interest in me when I got older, he sure had a strange way of showing it. “Now if you’d get out of my way, I’d like to go to sleep.” I tried pushing past him only for him to wrap an arm around my waist again, blocking the way out. I turned up to look at him, annoyed.

“Not so fast, Princess. I didn’t forget what you did at dinner, and I think I deserve an apology.” He met my gaze, his other hand sliding up my arm and his hand twirling more pieces of my hair.

“You can’t be serious. You brought that on yourself and you deserved it, so no, I’m not apologizing!” I tried to pull out of his grip, but that only caused it to tighten. I saw a smile widen across his face.

“You keep getting yourself all wound up. Give me one kiss, Princess, and all will be forgiven.” That dominating aura rolled off him, pulling me in again.

I felt heat creeping up my chest and neck again. God, I did want to kiss him. So badly. But I didn’t want to give it up that easily. Plus I wasn’t in the wrong for what I did at dinner. He deserved it and he knew it.

“Why do you want me to you kiss that badly?” I steeled against him.

“Why not? I know you like it. I like it. And you owe me for stomping on my foot and helping your migraine earlier. Kiss me and we’ll call it even.” He shrugged his shoulders. I continued to just stare into his eyes. Only at the moment did I notice how many different colors is eyes were. I knew they were hazel but I never noticed how much gold and green swirled throughout them, making him look even more god-like.

“You’re not giving this up until I do, are you?”

“Nope. So you can either kiss me or I hope you can sleep standing up.” He continued holding me tightly against him while he leaned his shoulder to the side to brace himself against my closet doorway. His unruly curls fell into his face, making shadows across his unnaturally handsome face. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, rolling my head back towards the ceiling, knowing this wasn’t a fight worth carrying on. He’d be leaving tomorrow anyways, and be gone for at least another week so that would finally give me some peace.

“One kiss?” I snapped my head back to look at him, feeling like maybe it was a trap in some way, that one kiss didn’t truly mean one kiss.

“One kiss.” Excitement flashed in his eyes for a split second before he blinked it away, leaning down towards me.

Now or never, Adelaide. You know you want to kiss him, just do it and get it over with.

He said one kiss. But he never said how long the kiss had to be or what kind. So I leaned in and pecked him like he had me earlier. It was like a lightning strike, just a brief one, but enough that it made my heart race.

There, he’d gotten his kiss and we could be done with it.

Apparently not.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, he had leaned down and hauled me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and spinning us around so that I was up between the wall and him, his chest pinning me up. His lips crashed against mine like when he had first kissed me, this time feeling more urgent, like if he didn’t kiss me at that very second he’d die. My arms flew around his shoulders, one of my hands tangled in his curls to keep his lips on mine, the other holding on for dear life around him. He hands gripped the backs of my upper thighs tightly, keeping me from being able to get away from him if I tried.

His lips were soft but his kiss was firm, possessive almost, like he’d never allow anyone but him to ever kiss me. And he wouldn’t. I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue slid in, again tangling with mine, tasting me as I tasted him. That stormy air felt like it swirled around us again, the blood rushing through my head sounding like thunder. His lips never left mine for what felt like forever until he pulled away, finally coming up for air. We were both breathing heavily as he laid his forehead against mine, finally opening his eyes to look at me. My hand was still tangled in his hair, his hands still around my legs and his body between them. I felt my stomach clench at the thought.

“You said one kiss, not have a make out sesh in my closet.” I panted out, still going over what had happened. My lips felt like they were on fire and I wanted more. He breathed out a laugh, a smile spreading across his face.

“I’m greedy. That first kiss just didn’t make up for it enough.” He leaned down, placing kisses all along my jawline and down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. My eyes closed and head rolled back at how good it felt, his stubble lightly scratching and his breath warm. I felt his teeth scrape against my neck and I let out a breathy pant, feeling him harden between my legs. I had been so distracted by kissing him I didn’t even notice how he had me positioned against the wall, perfectly angled so I would be able to feel him. All of him. Heat shot through my body, down to my core, and I squeezed my legs tighter around him. I had never experienced this, unsure of how to feel. But I didn’t want to pull away from him.

“You know I’m still not spending the night with you, right?” I said as he kissed up my neck again, nipping once more, causing me to tighten my grip in his hair. He let out a frustrated growl against my neck, it vibrating through my whole body. I laughed knowing I still had some power over him somehow in this position.

“You’d have a lot more fun if you did.” He pulled back to look at me, lust filling those hazel eyes.

“Somehow I doubt that.” I played back, teasing him.

“One day you will. And you’ll never want to leave my bed.” He said, leaning in to say it against my lips.

I’d be lying if I said I had never thought about what it would be like with Luca. We’re to be married after all. But I’d also be lying if I said it didn’t terrify me. I had never had sex, I had never had a boyfriend. Other than kissing the kitchen boy once when I was younger on a dare, this was as far as I had gone. And I didn’t think I would ever be making out with Luca in my closet in my nightie and enjoying it. The way we had fought constantly would never lead me to believe this is where we’d be in a matter of a few short hours. I blushed at the thought, my mind instantly becoming scrambled.

“You can put me down now.” I said back against his lips, returning my hand that was wrapped in his hair to his shoulder. His eyes searched mine again before he slowly lowered me back to the floor, his hands sliding around the backs of my thighs and up under the bottom of my nightie, rubbing his warm hands against the sides of my thighs before standing full height again. We stared at each other for a second before I broke our eye contact, walking out of my closet. I heard him follow behind me let out a frustrated sigh, a smirk trying to stay hidden on my face as I knew he was frustrated I wouldn’t spend the night with him. Good. It was my turn to be in control.

“I’m going to bed now so if you could keep it down.” I said, pulling the covers down on my bed and gathering my cardigan more around me so he couldn’t let his eyes travel all over me in this nightie. He walked to the side of the bed I was on and stopped behind me, caging me against him and placing a kiss in between my shoulder and neck, making a chill run through me.

“Come over when you feel like finishing what we started. I won’t tell you no, Princess.” He nudged his mouth against my ear, placing one more kiss below it before walking back into his room and shutting the door.

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A/N: Do you think Addy will have another make out sesh with Luca soon? Let me know in the comment ;)

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