A lightbulb goes off in my head.
"I know what you're going to do to save the world," I say.
"You do?" he says.
"Yes indeed," I say.
"What?"
"Can't tell you yet. It's just an idea. Got to let it incubate. One thing's for sure. I need some coffee."
"Let's get cleaned up and then we'll go down for breakfast. You use the bathroom first."
"Okay."
I had hoped he would suggest bathing together.
Patience, Annika, patience.
Chapter 37
Today is more of the same. The whole town grinds to a halt at noon for siesta. Two hours of wine and food. Then an afternoon nap. Then dinnertime with more wine and food. Another walk around town.
I think I'm adjusting to the heat. There comes a time when the human body just gives up fighting it and resets its internal thermometer. Has to. There is no air conditioning, so there is no choice.
All day long, Damien holds my hand. Every once in a while he kisses me.
It's weird because we're not like that yet. But whatever. I've stopped thinking too hard about anything.
After our nighttime walk, we head back up to our room again.
I'm slightly antsy, in anticipation of what might happen.
We take turns in the bathroom again. When I emerge, Damien is under the insect netting.
I take a deep breath and crawl under it next to him.
I thought the last thing I would have wanted in this heat was to be curled up with another human body.
But Damien Cage makes everything all right.
I'm not on the bed with him for three seconds before his tongue is in my mouth.
Yes!
Hard and forceful. Delightful. Tasting me. Probing me.
My hands find his brutish shoulders, exploring the details of his muscles. I fall back onto the bed, Damien Cage on top of me.
Damien Cage.
Frontman for the Platinum-selling band Eon Sphinx.
On top of me.
Soon to be inside me, I hope.
I melt... or maybe burn up is a better term due to the heat all around.
But I don't care. I want this.
Our sweat comingles into a wet soupy mixture of power cock and mortal girl.
I reach down and stroke it under his shorts.
Yep, that's the one.
I remember it in the Roman garden throbbing in the moonlight.
Jasmine's is bigger but this is the one I want. Ten inches is definitely not shabby by any means.
He moves so it's positioned right on top of my girl.
Who is jumping out of her lips to try and get a taste of him.
Oh, where to begin? Cooch or mouth?
Mouth.
I snake myself under him. He sits up, his massiveness rising like a cannon-launcher above me. I stick my tongue out and lick his amazing balls. His sack is full of delightful ridges. I'd love to take the time and taste each one.
But my pussy is screaming at me. She wants satisfaction now.
I take his head into my mouth.
Checkmark.
I begin to suck.
Oh my God! I'm in heaven. This is too good!
"Annika," he says.
I continue to suck. I don't want to stop. I never want to stop.
"Annika!"
He grabs my head and pushes me back.
"I can't," he says.
Whaaaaaattttttttttttt? Nooooooooo!
"I'm sorry, Annika," he says. "I'm not ready yet. I just can't."
"It's okay," I say with the biggest fake smile I have ever mustered up in my life.
He flops onto his back, puts his arm up over his eyes, and remains motionless.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
It's okay.
I get it.
He already explained it to me.
He said it wasn't going to be easy. No shit. He wasn't kidding.
I lie there for a few seconds, trying to control my breathing and relax.
But it's no use. The launch sequence is activated and once the countdown has begun everything begins to melt down until it's satisfied.
Fuck it.
I crawl out of the insect netting over to the bathroom. I go in and lock the door.
He probably knows what I'm doing, but I don't care. I reach down and stroke my folds until I come.
Which isn't very long.
Then I sneak back in under the netting and go to sleep. Or rather, lie awake for three hours thinking too much then go to sleep.
As the days melt by, I get used to it.
Night after night we sleep together. Night after night we don't have sex.
But it's okay. It really is.
I'm not sure if we can ever really be lovers, but I'm more than thrilled that we can at least be this.
Whatever this is.
I have no name for it but it's perfect.
A night spent with Damien Cage not having sex is better than a night spent with an average guy with sex.
I mean it.
Chapter 38
On our final day in South America it hits me.
I totally forgot about the investigation, Detective Gomez, and Arely.
That's how hypnotizing this place is. Not to mention Damien.
I step into the room from the balcony.
"Damien," I say. "We have to go back."
"That's why we're packing," he says with a hint of mockery. "Our flight leaves at two so we'd better get a move on."