HAPTER 17
The moment Damien opened his cabin door, I knew I'd made a mistake by coming to see him alone. And that was because he answered the door clad only in battered jeans, and shirtless. And the sight of his bare, chiseled chest made me instantly weak in the knees. And not just a little bit.
However, I realized that just because I'd likely made a little mistake by coming over by myself, and late at night, that didn't mean that I couldn't resist temptation and say what I had to say, as planned, then leave. I was still riled, and I still intended to tell him that it was over between us. Whatever it had been.
He propped one well-muscled arm against the door frame and gave me a devastatingly sexy half-grin. "Well, well. You must have decided to come over for some late-night love."
I sputtered while trying to keep my gaze on his face and not his hard chest. "That's not at all why I-"
"Understandable. I've been told that certain parts of my anatomy are downright addicting."
Shocked and angered, I stammered while thinking about that certain part of his anatomy while trying not to. And the thought of it, just the thought of his manhood, long, thick, and rock-hard, was enough to bring heat to my cheeks. Which only added a strange level of embarrassment to the rest of the jumbled, mixed-up emotions I was feeling. I didn't even know what to say at first.
But after a few moments, I just came right out with what I was thinking. Or, at least what I was thinking that wasn't X-rated.
"You can be quite a bit cocky, and arrogant, and conceited at times, can't you?"
"Yes."
Outraged by his smug response, I sputtered and stammered briefly again before being able to form actual, intelligible words. "And you don't even have the tiny shred of humility required to deny it!"
"No."
A second or two ticked by before I slammed my fist against the door frame before I even realized what I was doing. "How dare you!"
His tempting full mouth twitched with amusement.
"How dare I what?"
"Be so cocky!"
"Say that word again, but without the y at the end. And with the words I want your before it, too."
After a quick moment spent processing, I gasped. "How...how dare-"
"You can add my name at the end of my suggested sentence if you'd like, too."
I banged my fist against the door frame again, this time, fully aware of what I was doing.
"Never! I'll never say that sentence, because...."
His dark gray eyes twinkled in the dim light.
"Because why?"
I'd never been a great liar, but I decided to just go for it. "Because it's just not true. I don't want your...your manhood."
With a little grin creeping across his face, he snorted. "Now, Daisy...is that really true?"
I thought of his manhood, a little more heat rising to my face. And I found I couldn't respond. And then, to my horror, I found I couldn't resist when he pulled me into his arms and spoke in a low voice near my ear.
"I know that what you said isn't true. And that's because you're a passionate woman, and I know what you like. I know you like being held close by a man strong enough to never let you go. I know you like being touched and teased by that man.
“I know you like that man to give you a good hard spanking every now and again, which you should actually get right now for banging your little fist on the door frame, which some might consider a temper tantrum."
He paused and lowered his voice even further, his delectable mouth tickling my ear. "I also know that you like to feel that same man inside of you, working himself in and out of your sweet slickness, pleasuring you and loving you." He paused again and spoke in a husky whisper. "Am I wrong?"
I exhaled a fluttery breath. "You smell like whiskey."
With a chuckle rumbling low in his warm, hard chest, he tightened his arms around me. "You can help me brush my teeth. Because, after all, I am just a child, remember?"
Suddenly, he picked me up and lifted me across the threshold. "Get in here. You naughty little thing."
Our mouths met not even a second after he'd closed the door. He kissed me passionately, hungrily, as if he'd been starving for me. I pushed him away just long enough to run my hands over the chiseled ridges of his bare chest before pressing my body into his and bringing my lips to his once more.
With Damien's strong, long-fingered hands going from my face to my breasts to my rear and then back to my face again, it didn't take very long at all before I was completely wet and aching for him to make love to me.
And so, with my arms wrapped around his muscular shoulders, I broke the kiss, nearly breathless. "I want you to make love to me, Damien. Right now. Please."
His voice came out in a husky growl.
"Well, those aren't exactly the words I suggested you say, but-"
"Don't push your luck."
He didn't, and in a flash we were both naked. The sight of his long, hard body in full nakedness, with his manhood long and hard in full erection, too, made me even a bit more breathless than I already was. And also a bit wetter as well. With the sensitive little bud between my slick feminine lips throbbing and tingling, I wrapped a hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few slow strokes, making him tip his head back, groaning. While I watched the motion of my hand on his member, I couldn't hold back a few noises of pleasure and desire myself.
And soon, realizing that we were still in the foyer, I asked if we could go into the bedroom. "Or into the living room on the couch, or...wherever is closest."
With the edges of his sexy mouth twitching, he slowly peeled my fingers from his member, scooped me up, and held me against his chest. "You read my mind. And the couch it is. Because to be frank, I can't imagine a more beautiful sight than you bent over the arm of it with your gorgeous rear in the air."
The thought of being taken in that position excited me more than a little bit as well, and soon I found myself being draped over the arm of the overstuffed burgundy-red couch in Damien's living room. A fire crackled and popped in a stone fireplace opposite, filling the entire room with a warm, golden glow. Damien positioned himself behind me, and the feel of his hands gripping my hips, combined with the feel of his granite-hard shaft between my legs, made me arch my back, moaning with desire.
"Now, Damien. Please."
But I wasn't to get what I wanted right then. I'd forgotten that Damien was a master teaser. A master torturer, really.
Making the faintest of growls, he covered his body with mine, supporting himself with a hand on a couch cushion, and spoke in a low, husky voice, his mouth near my ear. "I know my gorgeous girl is ready for lovemaking, and believe you, me, gorgeous girl...I am, too. But first-"
"First, you're going to torture me."
A hearty chuckle rumbled in his chest, actually kind of tickling my back with the vibrations.
"Well, I like to think of it more as teasing and pleasuring, but you can think of it as whatever you like. The point of it is that I think you secretly like it...and I, for one, absolutely love it."
Unable to resist, I brought my feet together, trapping his bobbing manhood between my legs, and I squirmed against it a little, desperate to ease the aching and throbbing of my sensitive feminine bud. "Well, however it is that you're going to torture me, please just do it, because I...I need you very badly, Damien. I need you inside of me. I need...I need release."
Making another faint growl, he took my earlobe between his teeth and gave it a few gentle nibbles. "Giving you release is my personal definition of heaven. But first, I'm going to touch you. I'm going to see if you're really ready for lovemaking."
"Trust me. I am."
"Well, we'll see."
After giving my earlobe another gentle little nip, he pulled me back from the arm of the couch a bit, then moved his free hand to my lower belly and stroked its soft curve. "Now, I was a bit uncertain about this last time, so I should probably ask just to clarify. Is this where you like to be touched?”
"Lower, Damien. Go lower."
He did, trailing his fingers down to my feminine mound, where he caressed it and gave it a few little squeezes. "How about here? Is this where you like to be touched?"
"Yes, but...a little below where you're touching. Right on the little spot between my...between my lips." I suddenly turned my head back to look at him. "And goddammit, Damien, you know this!"
He chuckled, still caressing my feminine mound. "I have ideas about where you like to be touched, yes. But sometimes my hands and fingers just don't quite know where to go. So...how about I just skip trying to touch you with my hands and fingers anyway. How about I just touch you with my mouth."
I couldn't hold back a whimper of desire. "Yes. Please."
He gave my feminine mound a few more caresses, briefly probing my slick lips apart and giving my sensitive bud a single exquisitely slow stroke, making me moan, before lifting his body from mine and sinking to his knees behind me. I stepped my feet apart and lowered my face to the couch cushion, giving him full access to my most intimate parts, far too desperate for release to be anything more than just the slightest bit self-conscious.
With his breathing fast and ragged, Damien gripped my hips, kneading them. "Now, my beautiful, gorgeous Daisy. You just relax and let me do all the work to give you your release."
That sounded great to me. However, once he'd begun stroking my sensitive spot with his tongue, making me cry out, clutching the couch cushion, I couldn't help but do a little "work" of my own. Slowly moving my hips in time with the motion of his tongue, I pressed my femininity against his mouth, moaning. Kneading my hips and making low growls every so often, Damien seemed to be enjoying his task, which increased my excitement further still.
And it wasn't long before I felt my excitement heading toward a sure peak. He seemed to realize this as well and changed the movement of his tongue from a stroking motion to more of a fast flicking motion, with the tip of his tongue firm and persistent. Within seconds of this, I arched my back, grinding myself against his mouth, while shudders of ecstasy rippled through my entire body.
The moment my last cry of pleasure had faded, I glanced back at Damien. "Now. Please. Let me have release again with you inside of me."
I didn't need to ask him twice. With his breathing increasingly fast and ragged, he rose to his feet and positioned the head of his manhood at my feminine entrance. He then slid into me with one slow, powerful stroke, groaning. With a gasp, I felt just how hard he was. And how large. He actually felt even harder and bigger than he had the first time we'd made love, and that was saying something.
With one hand on my back and one gripping my waist, he worked his thick shaft in and out of my slickness with leisurely strokes at first; but after a short while, he began thrusting with increasing speed and intensity, grunting. My pleasure began building once again, and after a minute or two, I wasn't sure I could hold back much longer. And when Damien moved a hand around to my front and began stroking my sensitive bud with two fingers, I cried out almost immediately, hips bucking in rhythm with his strokes.
"Yes. Yes, Damien."
That seemed to do it for him as well, and he drove his rod deep inside of me several more times, panting, before thrusting into me the deepest he had yet with a long, loud groan.
A short while later, we sat on the couch in an embrace, naked, while the fire crackled and danced across from us.
Damien began slowly stroking my hair. "What did you come over here tonight for? Was it actually a little late-night love?"
Suddenly remembering why I had come over, I lifted my face from his chest. "No. Believe it or not, it wasn't just because of the siren song of your addictive member. Which is very...well, maybe you do have a little right to be a bit cocky about it. But, no...that's actually not the specific reason I came over here tonight."
"Then, why did you?"
"Because I heard about the scene at the bar, with you and Nick. And I wanted to literally wring your neck."
For some reason, I decided not to tell him about my other reason, which was that I'd wanted to tell him that whatever was going on between us was over, because I was officially choosing a future with Nick. And the reason I didn't tell him this was because I was now not quite so sure about that decision anymore. I wasn't quite sure that I'd actually received my cosmic sign. However, I was still plenty mad about him baiting Nick. Yet again.
"You know better than to bait him, Damien. You know it leads to nothing but trouble. You know it upsets me and hurts me. And yet, you do it anyway. Which doesn't seem like the actions of a person who truly cares about another person's heart, and it makes me wonder if you actually do really love me.
“Because it just seems like if you really do, you wouldn't do these things that upset me. Especially considering I've already asked you not to. Have practically begged you not to. Numerous times."
With his expression maybe the most serious I'd ever seen it, Damien lifted his hand from my hair and offered me both his hands. "Here. Take my hands and look straight into my eyes."
I did as I was told, and he continued.
"I give you my word, as the man who loves you, that I will never again bait Nick in any way, shape, or form. And that's not because I've ceased to find it amusing and satisfying, because that's definitely not the case. But I'm giving you my word that I'll stop, because I don't ever...ever want to give you any reason to doubt my love for you.
“Understand me, Daisy? No more. I'm done. For you. And that's not to say that I won't ever defend myself if he ever takes a wild swing at me for no good reason, but will I ever intentionally provoke him again, even in the slightest? Never again. And I am truly sorry that my actions up to this point have hurt you and upset you.
“I just hope you can forgive me and accept my promise to you so that we can move forward. Can you?"
There wasn't a single part of me that doubted his sincerity. The honesty in his dark green eyes, which danced with firelight, was obvious.
I nodded, my own eyes suddenly a tad misty. "Of course. I forgive you and I accept your promise. Please just keep it, and don't let me down."
"I won't."
He opened his mouth to say something else, but before he even could, a loud, almost angry-seeming knock sounded at the front door.
I gasped, hands flying up to cover my naked breasts. "Oh my God. It's gotta be Nick."