Silence for a beat before Damian said, “Come again?”
“I just had the chat with Federico. It’s Hartnett.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“I’ll tell Cam, but I’m guessing you’ll want to tell Thea.”
“Fucking hell,” Damian hissed before he added, “Fucker is going down for this.”
“Yeah, he is.”
I was scrolling through the channels looking for something to watch, my mind replaying Damian’s heroics to little Wynona the other day and the pumpkin that she even brought to school to show the other kids. I was surprised there wasn’t a line of first graders at the door looking for him to work his magic on their pumpkins.
Seeing him hunched over that pumpkin—big, badass Damian carving Cinderella’s carriage—warmed my heart. And he thought he was evil.
I stopped channel surfing at The Blair Witch Project. Memories bombarded me, pulling a smile because this was the first scary movie that Damian offered himself as my security blanket.
“Hey, Damian.” Yes, I screamed that because I was very comfortable and I didn’t feel like getting up.
Soundlessly was how the man moved. One minute he wasn’t in the doorway and the next he was. He looked around and I swear he reached for his gun even though he wasn’t wearing one. After a quick scan he turned those eyes on me and it was very clear what he was thinking….What the fuck?
“The Blair Witch Project is on. Do you want to watch it with me?”
I saw his slight reaction to my news…he remembered too. He walked into the room, grabbed a blanket from the basket as he passed—my heart melted—then settled next to me just like he had done all those years ago.
I curled up against his body, wasn’t at all shy about wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek on his shoulder, draping my legs over his lap. He was wearing me like another blanket. It was perfect. And I knew this was a trigger for him, but there was no downside for me. I either got to snuggle against him or he'd rip off my clothes and have his way with me.
I wasn’t watching the movie and I suspected he wasn’t either. He then did exactly what I had hoped he would do all those years ago. He shifted us, pulling me under his big body. Our gazes locked.
“Do you know how badly I wanted to do just this that day?”
The words got stuck in my throat hearing he had been feeling what I had even then. “I wanted that too.”
His head lowered and my breath caught as his lips came down to mine. His hands framed my face as he took the kiss even deeper. I lost his mouth right before his forehead touched mine.
“Tell me to stop. You’ve got to tell me to stop because I can’t.”
“Please don’t stop.”
The look that transformed his features I would never forget. Damian—disciplined and controlled—gave in to his own wants for the first time in his life and it was a beautiful and deeply arousing sight. His hands moved down my body before he lifted my tank up and over my head. His eyes followed his hands on their journey back down my body, taking his time to cup my breasts, swiping his thumbs over my nipples. He yanked my shorts down my legs then reached for the back of his tee and pulled it off before he dropped his running pants. I whimpered. He was large and hard everywhere. His hands moved to my thighs where he spread me like some offering before he knelt between them.
He thumbed my clit, his other thumb slipping inside me, my hips lifted as a moan pulled from my throat. He watched his hands as I watched him. His eyes grew dark, the tip of his cock glistened. I wanted him inside me, but he lowered his head and touched my clit with just the tip of his tongue and yet my entire body shook from the pleasure. He took his time tasting, moving lower until his tongue replaced his thumb. I cried out as my body braced for the orgasm and knowing how close I was he gripped my thighs and yanked me to him as he thrust into me. The scream ripped from my throat, my back arched as the most intense pleasure rippled down my spine.
“Cup your breasts,” he demanded in a gruff voice as his hips continued their assault, drawing out the orgasm.
They were heavy in my hand and felt so good.
“Do you feel how perfect they are? I’m going to spend hours on just them, my tongue, my teeth, my cock buried between them.”
His words triggered another orgasm, less intense and still magnificent.
His body stilled, his eyes closed and I was gifted to the beautiful sight of him finding his own release.
His voice was sexy as hell when he said, “Let’s move this to the bedroom.”
Damian had me pressed tight to his body, I listened to his heart beating, the strong even beat.
“Do you remember the first time you came to my house, the night I cut your meatball? You must have thought I was a nut.”