Some time later, the sound of my front door slamming shut caused me to hop up from the bed.
Damien was slowly walking toward me as I moved backwards away from him.
My heart was racing. “How did you get in here?”
Damien lifted his key in answer to my question. I guess that was a dumb inquiry given he owned the building.
He backed me up against wall. “Did you just message me to come over and fuck you?”
“Technically, it said duck.”
“Technically, you’re drunk.”
“Technically, you might be right.” I snorted.
“You reek of alcohol, Chelsea. You think this is funny? Getting sloshed alone like this? Saying shit like that to me?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You think it’s all a joke, that you can just say stuff like that, that you don’t have an effect on me? It’s taking every bit of strength in my body not to accept your offer right now, take you against this wall and fuck you so hard for being a bitch these past two weeks.”
“I wish you would.”
“If I had a condom and you weren’t drunk as hell, I just might have. And that scares the shit out of me. That’s how little control I have around you.”
“Do it.”
“I wouldn’t touch you like this.”
“You wouldn’t touch me, period,” I said bitterly.
“That’s what you think? You have no idea how close I’ve come to losing it with you so many times. No clue.”
“Really. When?”
“That day you came over smelling like bacon for one. Don’t think I can’t tell exactly what you’re thinking when you look at me. You are so transparent, and it drives me crazy.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was half-naked when I opened the door that day, remember? You were fucking me with your eyes. I wanted to rip your shirt off faster than the dogs did.”
“What else?”
“That night we were hanging out when I cut that douchebag’s shirt off of you. I wanted to cut everything else off you too and fuck every memory of him out of you right then and there on the kitchen counter. Then, I wanted to wrap you in my own shirt and fuck you all over again. You want me to continue, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
God, he was turning me on.
“When we kissed, I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to stop. It was by no means the first kiss I’d ever had, but it was the best kiss, Chelsea. The best. Ever. I never wanted it to end.”
I breathed out, “I know.”
“And this next thing…I’m only going to admit because you’re drunk as shit and won’t remember it tomorrow.”
“What?”
“When you were licking the tip of that fucking corn dog…I wanted it to be my cock in your mouth. So fucking badly. I’m so hard right now just thinking about your lips wrapped around my dick. Remember how I went to find a bathroom after lunch that day? I went to jerk off because I couldn’t stop thinking about you taking my cock down your throat.”
“Wow.”
“So, yeah. You think I don’t want you. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m always one second away from losing it.”
Don’t ask me what compelled me to say what came out of my mouth next. We would just have to blame it on the alcohol.
“I dream about the mole on your ass.”
He backed away a bit, and his eyes widened. “What?”
Realizing the mistake I’d made, I tried to save myself. “You have an amazing ass.”
“That’s not what you said. How do you know I have that birthmark?”
“Um…”
“What the fuck, Chelsea?”
“I’ve seen your ass.”
“Okay…I’m missing something, because I’ve never shown you my ass.”
“I know.”
“So, then how did you see it?” When I didn’t respond, he simply said, “Chelsea…”
Having backed myself into a corner both literally and figuratively, I had no choice but to tell the truth. “Okay. So, you know how I was watching the dogs. Well, Drewfus went under your bed. I was trying to get him out. There was this box.” Swallowing, I said, “I opened it. I just wanted to know more about you. It was wrong. I shouldn’t have been snooping, but I was curious. This disc said Jamaica on it. I never dreamt it was a sex tape. I watched a little of it. I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”
A long, very uncomfortable silence ensued. He seriously looked stunned, and it made me feel so much worse.
Say something.
He finally inched his face close to mine and whispered, “You little fucking perv.”
I kept waiting for him to say something else. My breathing was erratic as I stayed backed up against the wall with his face in mine.