“That day we visited.” He shifted closer to me, finding little places to touch me as he spoke. “You looked at those kids like they were your entire world. Others spent more time talking to the other adults or trying to hit on the baseball players. Not you. The only thing that mattered to you was that the kids had fun.”
“They deserved it.” My eyes whipped up to meet his. “Which teachers hit on you?”
“Damn,” Damien laughed, pushing me against the glass. “Didn’t realize you had a jealous side, angel.”
“I-I don’t,” I stammered. Was that what I felt? The idea of my co-workers hitting on Damien made my blood boil, but that wasn’t fair. He wasn’t mine. No matter what happened tonight, or any other night, we needed to know that. I’d spent enough of my life being one man’s possession. I wasn’t about to walk into another cage any time soon.
“This can’t happen again,” I said, burning up as Damien’s hands coasted along my bare thighs. “This has to be the last time.”
“It does?” he asked, his lips finding my collarbone.
“Yes,” I said as I pushed his chest away from me. He went willingly, and I could breathe a little easier without his skin on mine. “Dallas was one thing, but here—we can’t make this a thing between us. One last time to get it out of our systems, and then we act like it never happened.”
Damien chuckled, running his hand over his face. “And if I want more than that?”
“I can’t,” I answered. “I’m not ready. So if you want something more, I should leave right now.”
Damien pushed his chest against my hand, crashing into my personal space like he owned it. His fingers sweptacross my cheeks. “Not letting you go that easily, angel. If you only want one more night, then that’s what we’ll do.” He chuckled as he leaned in closer. “But I’m pretty sure that’s what you said last time.”
I shook my head. “I mean it?—”
“You say that now,” Damien ground out, his voice taking on a much more commanding tone. “But I haven’t gotten you naked yet, Bri. Give me a few hours, and then we’ll see if you’re ready to let this go.”
FOURTEEN
As soon as the words left his lips, Damien pressed my body up against the cool glass wall. My dress, which was already too short to begin with, rose, exposing the tops of my thighs to his greedy hands. Damien gripped my skin like he needed to hold on, to make sure this was happening.
Or maybe that was me.
Tonight had been pulled from my dreams, the ones featuring the handsome baseball player who took me into his home and claimed me as his own. We might only have each other for tonight, but the power I had over him made my head swim. It was intoxicating, like the first dive into a cold lake. The air was sucked out of my lungs as his hands gripped my skin, needing us so much closer together.
But just as the heat pooled in my core, he pulled back, shifting to take a seat on his couch. Damien spread his arms over the back of it, but his eyes never left me. “As much as I want to sink inside you, Bri, I made you a promise. You’re going to touch yourself until you come on your pretty fingers.”
My cheeks blushed, the darkening coloron display under the bright lights of the apartment. Damien must have read the hesitancy on my face, because he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. With a few taps on the screen, the lights lowered.
He nodded to the armchair across from him, but before I sat down, he stopped me. “Give me your panties.”
“Wh-what?”
He sat up, his arms resting on his thighs. “You heard me, Bri. Lose the panties and hand them to me. I want to test a theory.”
Okay. You can do this, Bri. The man has already seen you naked and appreciated the view. What’s the harm in handing him your ruined thong?
Refusing to dwell too much on what was going to happen next, I pulled the lace down my legs and lifted my heels. I placed it in Damien’s waiting hand, and he toyed with the triangle of fabric at the center, smirking. “God, angel. These are soaked. You must really want my cock.”
“Yes,” I said as I hovered over the chair.
Damien arched his brow. “Why aren’t you sitting?”
“I—you know…”
“Are you worried your pussy is going to drip on my furniture?” I nodded. “Don’t care about that, Bri. Mark that chair. Mark whatever you want in here, just as long as you chase your pleasure. Now, sit your ass down and spread your legs. I need to see every inch of you. It’s been haunting my dreams for too long.”
Doing as he said, I sank back into the chair, lifting the hem of my dress to spread my legs. As my heels dug into the rug, Damien’s jaw tensed, and his eyes blazed in that delicious manner again. He continued to palm the fabric of my panties, but his gaze never left my center.It should have felt dirty, too exposed, but all I noticed was the hum of pleasure skirting under my skin, especially when Damien’s eyes met mine.Obsidian. That was the best description of the color. Deep, sharp, and all too consuming.
My hands moved of their own volition, stroking the soft skin of my thighs. Damien growled as I brushed my core, the light touch of my fingertips not enough to get my pulse up. “Are you teasing me, angel?”
God, that voice made my spine tingle. So deep, so demanding. I shrugged one shoulder as I parted myself. “Might need some of your guidance, Damien.”
