“Anytime.” Shayne snuggles into my side, her body relaxing as it molds to my side. Her breathing evens out.
She’s asleep. And a sense of pride washes over me as I hold her close.
She trusts me enough to fall asleep in my arms. After a few more minutes of watching the rise and fall of her chest, I decide to take her to bed. I lift her up and her arms go around my neck.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to do this every night.
As soon as I lie her down into the bed in the next room, she opens her eyes. “Stay with me.”
I stare at her. “In my bed.” I lift her up, carrying her into my room instead.
I haven’t had a woman in my bed in ages, but everything about having Shayne here feels right. Every little thing. And, you want to know the funniest thing? I’m not scared about that fact.
11
Shayne
Damien quietly counts down from one-hundred as I pretend to sleep. The smile creeping over my lips can’t be helped. It isn’t fair what I’m doing to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him go. His rock hard erection is hard to ignore. I should’ve let him go when he put me down on the mattress in the other room.
I could have touched myself, fantasizing about him until I fell asleep.
Would he do the same thing? Ah, my breath hitches at images of Damien jerking off.
I snuggle deeper into Damien’s muscular body as my heart blasts against my chest. He exhales, and starts counting backwards starting at one-hundred again. I banish the x-rated vision of Damien’s large hand stroking his cock back and forth, the veins in his neck visible as he comes to completion. Ok, so maybe I don’t banish it right away, but who can blame me?
All it would take is for me to slide my hand down his rock hard body straight into his gym shorts, but I resist. Damien has done so much for me. I don’t want to lose him. I also don’t want him to think I’m having sex with him because he offered me a place to live. Hell, he offered me a solution to all my problems.
I will not sleep with Damien.
I will not sleep with Damien.
Well, I am technically correct. Sleeping is futile.
“What are you thinking about?” Damien’s voice slices through the warm night air.
“What?”
“I can practically hear the thoughts banging around your brain.”
“Sorry, I thought you were asleep.” I lay flat on my back and Damien mirrors me.
“How can anyone sleep when you keep sighing every five seconds?”
I’m so embarrassed. I’m sure I can find a parking lot to sleep in where Damien won’t be able to find me. “I can go in the other room.”
I’m met with silence and it deafens me. The moonlight strides in through the blinds, and I don’t dare breathe for fear of Damien saying the one word I don’t want him to say, ‘yes.’
I lay completely still, not moving a muscle. I don’t even dare blink.
And then, it all happens so fast. Damien’s lying over me, his eyes burning deep into mine. “Like fuck you’re leaving me.” And then, his lips crash down around mine. Hot white heat flashes behind my closed lids, igniting my senses on fire.
Damien’s kisses are what sweet love songs are written about. You may laugh, but seriously, it’s oh so true.
He turns me on, leaving me wanting for so much more. And I do want more. I reach my hands up, trudging through his thick hair.
“I don’t want to leave either,” I tell him. And I mean it. I so, so mean it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone this badly in my life.
Damien knows just how to kiss me. In such a way to let me know I’m his. It’s possessive, yet gentle.
“I can’t stay away from you.” His confession heats me up from the inside. It starts at my ears where it accepts the words, and then flows through my veins burning with lava.
“I don’t want you to.”
“Thank fuck,” he says before his lips slam against mine again.
Our mouths fuse together. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I answer it by opening my mouth. Damien plunges in tangling with my tongue in a sexual dance only the two of us know the moves to. Moves we’ve seemed to have perfected.
My hands skate down his bare back feeling the muscles bunch and smooth at my touch. When I reach his boxer briefs I run my finger around the elastic. Damien pushes his hips into me grinding against the seam of my yoga pants.
“I can feel how hot your pussy is even with clothes between us.”
“Maybe there shouldn’t be any clothes.” I claw at Damien’s boxers as he yanks my shirt off me.
“God, you’re hot.” His words warm me up and turn me on. He stares at my breasts hidden behind my lacy bra. “Still too many clothes.” And with those words he unsnaps my bra and his eyes grow wide.
The way he stares at me, like he’s memorizing every square inch of me. The first time we had sex we didn’t have time to actually appreciate each other’s bodies. And tonight, I plan on taking my time with his abs.
He brings his mouth down to suck on my breast, starting with the right and moving onto the left. His hands travel all over me, bringing my yoga pants and panties down in one movement.
“Spread your legs for me.” His voice is husky and decadent.
I comply, spreading my legs wide, giving him what he wants. My whole body’s alive with magic. It sparks a wildfire across my skin. I know for a fact I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.
Damien’s complete focus is centered on me and I revel in it.
He runs his hands up my legs, pushing my knees up, exposing myself to him even more. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Before I can respond, his mouth devours me. His tongue assaults my clit like it has something to prove, and I let him make his argument. A long finger slides inside me. I feel myself squeeze around it and an incredibly loud moan scrapes up my throat when he adds another finger.
“You taste so good.” I can feel his mouth moving over my clit as he speaks and that’s all it takes.
His words.
His breath.
His tongue.
His fingers.
Just all of him pushes me over the edge.
I don’t bother to hold back my scream. He groans before whipping his tongue across my throbbing clit, making me buck off the mattress. “Please, don’t stop.” My body shakes as he holds me tight.
“That was amazing.” Damien travels up my body in the same path he used when he went down on me.
I feel too good to blush. “I’m not going to apologize. You unleashed your magical tongue and fingers on me.”
“Abracadabra,” Damien mutters as his stomach muscles clench over mine and a warm feeling encases me. He has a lazy smile on his face and he’s the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.
I reach out and run my fingers through his hair. “Has anyone ever told you you’re really pretty when you smile.”
He laughs and the delicious sound causes the insides of my thighs to clench. “Pretty doesn’t sound very manly.” He trails kisses along my neck.
“Maybe you should do something to show just how manly you are.” I grind my hips against his.
“I can show you manly.” He flips me over, bringing my ass up in the air before spanking it. He rips open a condom, rubbing it down his thick length.