Just when I thought I was ready to end things with him, I find myself being drawn back into his world. Now, I can’t wait for his phone calls or to hear his voice. And the more time we spend together, the more I fall desperately in love with him.
We’ve been officially dating for two months now, but it feels much longer since we’re constantly finding excuses to see each other. And with the holidays quickly approaching, I can’t imagine spending them without Damon.
He’s become such a huge part of my life that I can’t picture him not in it now.
Even though he doesn’t discuss his past, I feel like he’s slowly letting me into his heart.
“Wait, what do I do now?” Damon asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Slice and dice. Like this,” I tell him before showing him how to cut up the vegetables for the salad.
Tonight, we’re making dinner at my place. We’ve been doing a lot of that lately — cooking and just spending time together. I enjoy his company immensely, and I miss him terribly when he’s gone.
We take turns spending the night at my place or his, but we always end up together somehow.
The sex has been incredible, but also distracting since we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.
Just like now when Damon sidles up to me and places his hands on my hips. “Show me how to…slice and dice,” he whispers slow and sexy into my ear, and I can’t help but giggle. One of his hands travels up to cup my breast while the other ventures under the waistband of my yoga pants. “Fuck, you’re not wearing any panties,” he hisses.
His fingers tease my clit, and I drop the knife on the counter. “Damon, remember the last time you did this? I burnt dinner.”
“Fuck the food,” he growls before ripping down my pants. “There’s something else I’m hungry for.”
Squealing as he lifts me up in his strong arms, I hold on for dear life as he takes me into the living room and throws me down on the couch.
“You’re such a caveman,” I tell him with a roll of my eyes.
“Me. Eat. Now,” he growls, and I squeal with laughter as he pounces on top of me.
This is the Damon I only get to see now and then when he hides brooding, serious Damon. I like this Damon. I only wish I got to see him more often.
Damon covers me with kisses, his mouth going lower and lower until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
His talented tongue finds my clit, and he licks me into oblivion.
Just as I’m having one of the best orgasms of my entire life…I smell smoke…and then I hear an annoying beeping sound.
“Oh shit!” I cry out before pushing him off of me. I run into the kitchen and try to salvage the spaghetti on the stove, but it’s too late. It looks like a mass of blackened noodles and tomato sauce in the pot.
Fanning the smoke away from the smoke detector on the wall with a dishtowel, I stare at Damon in disbelief as he licks his lips, the same lips that were just on me, and flashes me his signature smirk.
“You owe me another pot,” I tell him before dumping my ruined one in the sink.
“How many is that now?”
“Two…or three…” I say before face-palming myself. I make a mental note to pick up some microwave dinners…or something that doesn’t require a stove to make.
“At least we have salad to eat.”
Smiling, I turn to him and say, “Maybe I’m hungry for something other than food now too.”
“Oh really?” He leans back against the wall and reaches down to grab ahold of his erection jutting out of the sweatpants sitting low on his hips.
I can see the full outline of his hard length, and I can’t help but wonder who invented gray sweatpants for guys, because I’d like to write them a thank you letter.
“Well, I hope you’rereallyhungry.”
“Starving,” I tell him with a shrewd grin.
