The Tycoon's Secret(55)

Damien was warily watching her, the lamp beside his bed casting a glow across his face, showing the concern radiating from his eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she automatically replied with tightness in her voice.

"My groin begs to differ. You have one hell of a good knee," he said with a slight grimace. It took Sierra a moment to figure out what he was saying, and then it dawned on her.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped.

He was leaning over her, supporting his weight on his elbow, the blanket ridding low on his hip. When she looked down and noticed her chest fully exposed to his view, she quickly reached for the blanket, trying to tug it from underneath their bodies.

Damien gave her br**sts a leisurely look before shifting and allowing her to pull the blanket clear up to her chin. She didn't know how she'd ended up in his bed. The last thing she recalled was lying down on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a movie playing.

"I carried you upstairs. You fell asleep before the opening credits even started," he said. It was unnerving how he always seemed to guess what she was thinking.

After they'd finished having sex, they'd fallen asleep on the couch, only for him to wake her a couple hours later with a second round, even better than the first. When she'd gotten up and tried to grab her clothes, Damien had scooped her into his arms, saying he liked her naked.

He'd then re-deposited her on the couch with a blanket, before going to the kitchen to make her hot cocoa. She'd been so comfortable she hadn't put up too much protest.

"I need to get some water," she told him, hoping he'd be a gentleman and turn away.

"I'll get it for you," he offered as he started to move.

"I need to use the bathroom, too," she said, her face immediately turning red.

"Need me to carry you?"

"No!" She felt her face go from red to burgundy. He started laughing, then flipped over on his back. As she tugged one of the blankets the rest of the way loose, her eyes glanced down and she couldn't help but notice the impressive tent his body was making of the sheet barely covering him.

Her eyes shot back to his face and his satisfied expression. How could he even think about sex after the extreme rounds they'd had not long ago.

"Don't take too long," he said with lazy indulgence.

She scooted from the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom, stopping at the sink and splashing cold water on her face to wash away the last of the terror still making her heart pound. She must have been tangled up between Damien and the blankets.




 

 

"You're okay," she promised herself in the mirror. Her heart finally slowed down as she took a long drink of cool water and gave herself a few moments to talk herself down.

She emerged from the bathroom, not sure what she should do next. She didn't think it a wise idea to climb back into Damien's bed, letting him think she was planning on jumping full on into the affair.

Her mind mocked her. She hadn't refused him yet, so what was the difference. She glanced to the bed and let out a relieved breath when she noticed he wasn't there anymore. She could sneak from the room and find a guest bedroom. With the size of his house he had to have at least three or four of them.

"I brought a snack and wine," Damien said as she reached the door only to run into him. "Where are you going?" he finished as his eyes narrowed.

"I … well … " she stumbled, feeling frustrated with herself. Just say it! "I'm going to another room," she finished stubbornly.

"No." He didn't elaborate as he placed his hand on her back and led her to his bed. She glared at him when he gave her a soft push and she landed on the bed on her behind.

"You can't just tell me no like I'm two, Damien," she said with exasperation.

"Then don't act like you're two," he said as if he was making perfect sense.

"I told you last night I don't want to jump into an affair."

"It's a bit too late for that, Sierra. Try this, it's my favorite," he offered as if they weren't having an important discussion.

"Fine, I'll try the wine if you tell me more about your vendetta," she compromised.

"You first. What were you dreaming about?" Sierra hesitated, but knew he'd keep on pushing.

"It wasn't a dream. I just … when I woke up, I couldn't … um … move, and it scared me, that's all," she said half-truthfully.

"That was more than panic over being trapped. What are you hiding, Sierra?"

"Nothing. That's what happened," she stubbornly answered.

"I don't believe you," he persisted.

"I felt like I was trapped. I panicked, end of story. Now, it's your turn to talk," she said as she sent a glare his way, letting him know she wasn't giving him anything else.