by Julie Olsen
“Well, not exactly.” How could I say that his intensity sometimes scared me? Was now the time to bring up Travis?
“Then why, exactly?”
My foot began a slow tap. “You’re sort of excessive, in how you go about things.”
His eyes narrowed. “Excessive how?”
Here goes. “You’re intense, in the words you say, in your actions. You don’t let up, you’re relentless.” I took a deep breath. “I’ve never thought of myself as, well, desirable, and all this…” I waved my hand between us. “I’m a little overwhelmed.”
He stared at me, water sliding down over his hair and flattening it like a helmet. He shook his head. “You’re right. I see something I want and pursue it until I get it. That’s just me. It’s what’s made me successful as a businessman, and it’s ingrained in my personality. I think I’ve always been like this.”
He frowned as if remembering something unpleasant. “Maybe I’ve gone about things the wrong way. Olivia, you are a bright, intelligent, beautiful, sexy woman. Any man would want to have you, but by some stroke of luck, you’re here with me.” He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. “I have an issue with safety. I need to know the people I care about are safe. I needed you to put my mind at ease with your promise. That you would be more careful in the future.”
I smiled at him. He cared about me! He worried about me, and that was why he was sometimes in control freak mode. He wanted reassurance that I was safe. Surely I could give that to him.
“I’m not a careless person. Please don’t worry about that, Damien.”
He held my face in his hands and bent down so he was at eye level with me. “I know this is moving fast. It’s fast for me, too. But something about us seems right.”
And at that moment, something clicked within me. I stared into his eyes, worry worn and entreating, and all I wanted to do was give him solace. I would do anything for him. Tears pricked my eyes and I blinked them away, my chest heaving with how he made me feel, how he had turned my life upside down in the space of a few short days.
“Damien,” I breathed and launched myself at him, our mouths fusing and our arms clasping each other tightly. I pressed against him, feeling his hard masculine physique against mine but unable to get as close as I needed. My hands slid down his slippery body, the warm water jetting across his skin in currents.
His lips moved from my mouth and began a frantic journey to my neck. He grasped me, one hand behind my nape as he greedily sucked and licked from jaw to collarbone. His other hand held me at my hip, pulling me against his obvious arousal. I arched and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re like a drug. You leave me needing more.” He reached down and cupped me, spreading me with his fingers and inserting his middle finger inside. “So fucking good.”
I moaned into his ear. His touch sent me rocketing skyward every time. I was dizzy and breathless. How much of this could I take in a night?
“Are you sore?”
I was, but that’s the furthest worry in my mind. “A little, but I don’t care.”
“Turn around, put your hands against the glass.”
I complied immediately, letting my eyes take in the nighttime view of the city below. Could people see us up here? I didn’t care about that either. He ran his hands up and down my back sending goose bumps across every inch of my skin. He grasped my hips and pulled me back until I was balanced on my hands against the thick window. His lips touched my spine while his chest rubbed my backside, and I was so turned on I feared my legs might give out.
“Don’t worry. The glass is tinted.”
His unsheathed cock pushed against my entrance, velvety and hot, and then he slowly surged forward. My hands slipped a little on the wet glass, and Damien stilled. “Hold on, baby. Brace your hands higher on the wall.”
I did as instructed. “That’s right.” Without any further warning, he grasped my hips and drove in until at my end. Oh God, it was so deep. My legs trembled.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Just hold on to me.”
“Baby, I’m never letting you go.” He tightened his grip of my hips. “Ready?”
“Uh huh,” I breathed. I could feel my body tightening already. How many times had he made me come tonight? I had lost count, my brain currently on an extended vacation.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts.” It was not a question.
He moved one hand to my shoulder, the other still firmly holding my hip. He pulled out partway and then slammed into me. I cried out, and before I had adjusted to the depth of his penetration, he powered into me again. He swiftly moved in and out and within seconds I was thrusting back against him, my muscles clenching him, my body thrumming with a need to take everything he would give me. He groaned and reached around to cup my breast, causing me to moan breathlessly. I leaned further into the glass, my hands high on the wall to prevent my slipping, allowing him to plunge even deeper.
“Harder,” I wailed.
Pure pleasure radiated from my core outward, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. The warm water washed over us. He reached around and pinched my erect nipple between his second and third fingers as they were splayed around my breast. I garbled incoherently and again my legs felt unsteady. Damien moved his arm so that it was under my hips, supporting my weight.
“I won’t let you fall.”
A sense of bliss invaded me, and I threw my head back in anticipation of what was to come. Damien increased his strokes, filling me full then retreating, over and over. I was drowning in pleasure and it was so, so good.
“Give it to me, Olivia.”
His words sent me over the edge. I broke into a million pieces as I drifted softly down through the clouds. My legs gave out entirely, but Damien held me firmly under my hips. He rocked into me, thrusting deeply. My muscles spasmed around him, milking every last drop of cum as he slowed his thrusts and finally stilled.
I was mindless and shattered, breathless and incoherent. But one thing I did know. I was seriously addicted to Damien Stone.
CHAPTER 12
He eased out and helped me to stand straight, keeping his arms around my trembling form. I wanted to sink down to the shower floor and sleep.
“You okay?” He carefully turned me until we were face to face. My eyes were closed, and I felt so relaxed and safe in his arms. I propped my head against his shoulder and snuggled into his neck, my arms slipping around his waist while my breathing returned to normal.
“Mmm,” I cooed.
“Sleepy, are we?”
“Mmm.”
“Can you stand? I want to wash you.”
“Mmm.” The thought of his soapy hands produced a small flutter in my stomach. Jeez, I was insatiable, too. He brought it out in me.
His arms tightened around me, and we stood for long moments under the warm shower spray. His heart beat against my cheek, and I inhaled his male Damien smell. It was absolutely mouth-watering.
“We’re both going to be prunes if we stay much longer,” he said into my hair, kissing it softly. “Come on, the quicker I wash you, the quicker you can curl up under the covers.”
I sighed and looked up at him. He was breathtakingly gorgeous with his wet hair hanging down in his glittering eyes.
“Maybe I want to wash you, too,” I purred, my eyelids lowering.
“Knock yourself out, sleepyhead.” He chuckled and his arms relaxed. “I like you wet,” he said. “We’re going to have to make this a regular thing.
My legs were still jittery, but I was able to stand now. He grabbed the bottle of body wash and squirted some into his palm. My eyes were wide open now, my body humming in anticipation. I had just had him. Shouldn’t my mind have been miles away from all things sexual?
He rubbed his hands together, creating a lather, then his hands moved across my chest and shoulders in a slick caress. I held onto his hips to steady myself.
“I could do this all night, Olivia. You have a beautiful body,” he said softly. His hands moved down my arms, and I raised them so he could wash the undersides. He squirted more body wash and continued down my back and around my neck, then he dropped to his knees and washed each leg one at a time, being careful around my still-healing knee. My hands dropped to his head, and I massaged my fingers through his silky wet hair. His thighs were parted, and his semi-hard arousal bobbed between his legs.
His soapy hands traveled up the inside of my thighs, and I nearly jumped out of my skin at the contact. His lips twitched at the corners.
“Something funny, Stone?” I tried to act cool and detached, but it was impossible when I was breathing so heavy.
He stood and squirted more body wash, then let his hands travel across my stomach to my breasts. “Some parts require more attention than others, that’s all.” He ran his hands up and down over my breasts, cupping them as his palms traveled over my erect nipples. He was right; we did need to make this a regular thing.
“Last but certainly not least,” he said as his hands glided south, pausing to work his soapy fingers through my pubic hair before rubbing over my sex. I wanted to moan. I loved his hands on me.
“And lest we forget.” His hands slid back, where no one had ever touched me. I jerked out of my sexual stupor, my libido suddenly taking a hike. My wide eyes flicked to his and found them smoldering.
“Damien, not there.” I tried to back away from him, but he locked his arms around me.
“Don’t hide from me, Olivia,” he warned. “Full disclosure, remember?”
My eyes snapped to his. “I’m not hiding. That’s just…I don’t like that sort of thing,” I whispered.
His eyes drilled into mine. “At the risk of shocking your tender sensibilities,” he began, moving his hands to my shoulders. “Have you never had anal sex?”
My cheeks flushed, and I desperately wanted to look away, but somehow I kept my eyes on his. We were adults, and we were having an adult conversation. I could do this.
“No, of course I haven’t.” My eyes narrowed. “Have you?” Even as I said the words, I wished I could stuff them back in my mouth. I already knew he was going to say yes, and a pang of what I now knew was jealousy flooded my insides.
His eyes softened. “I have, yes.” Who with? Bella?
I swallowed, feeling slightly sick. Oh why did I ask him that?
He rubbed my upper arms tenderly. “It’s nothing to fear. One day, I’ll show you how good it can be.”
I shook my head. “Damien, I can’t do that.” I verged on tears, dozens of horrible, sordid images of Damien with other, faceless women popping into my head.
His face fell, a look of distress stealing over his features. “Come here, baby.” He held out his arms and, like the addict I was, I stepped straight into them. “Shh, it’s all right,” he assured. “I will never make you do something you don’t want to do. You know that, don’t you?”
I sniffled and nodded against his chest. Good lord, I was an emotional wreck around him.
He held me away from him, reaching out and pulling my chin up to meet his eyes. “Let’s finish the job and get you out of here.” He grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. “Close your eyes.” I did as I was told and he gently washed my face, a tender gesture that was both sweet and erotic. It seemed everything Damien did aroused me. I wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Rinse,” he said, and I moved my face under the spray, effectively removing both the soap and the charged moment.
Once my entire body was rinsed and clean, I turned to find him quickly washing himself. I watched as his hands slid over his soft, slick skin, muscles bulging with the effort. Oh, I wanted to do that. Damien caught me looking and returned his heated gaze to mine. A wave of shyness coursed over me, ridiculous after everything we’d done.
Winking at me, he indicated the shampoo in its cubby. “Ladies first,” he grinned, and my memory shot to when he had said that earlier when I was spread out on the couch with his head between my legs. I flushed and look away. “I’m good.” My hair was surprisingly not completely wet, and if I washed it now, it would be an impossible mess without its usual products.
Damien laughed softly and squirted shampoo into his palm. Could he possibly get any sexier, standing naked under the water, his glorious, muscular body wet and glistening? He finished with washing and, closing his eyes, moved his head back under the water, rinsing the foamy shampoo from his hair. Oh yes, a girl could get used to this.
He turned off the faucet and opened the shower door, grabbing a thick white towel from the built-in rack. He toweled me off and wrapped me up as if I were helpless as a child, but he apparently enjoyed taking care of me like this so I didn’t put up a fuss. After I was reasonably dry and covered, he grabbed a towel for himself and without even drying off, he secured it around his waist and pushed me through the door.
“Hungry? I could whip something up,” he said. He steered me toward the black marble double vanity, stopping me so we were in front of the huge mirror. He stood behind me, fingering my hair. I met his gaze in the reflection, his eyes warm and tender. He was so adorable. What was I going to do when he left tomorrow? The thought depressed me.
I shook my head. It must have been after midnight. “I can’t eat this late.”
He nodded, only to grab the blow dryer and switch it on to begin drying my hair. I watched in the mirror, his hands threading through my hair. It felt like heaven, and I closed my eyes and let him work his magic.
All too soon he turned off the dryer. “There, all done,” he said. I darted my eyes to his hair, thinking I could return the favor, but to my supreme disappointment his hair had already air-dried.
I turned to face him and couldn’t prevent a yawn from escaping.
“All right, bedtime. You’re tired, and so am I.”
“How perceptive of you,” I teased. Another yawn came out.
“My lady, I am nothing if not perceptive. I am even a little prescient.” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned.
“Oh?”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my forehead. “I had a toothbrush sent up, along with some other toiletries you might need.”
“When did you do that?” He’d been with me, well, he’d been inside me, the entire evening.
“This afternoon,” he said sheepishly.
I snorted. “What’s that they say about counting the chickens?” My eyelids glided downward. I knew this bit of information should affect me in some way, but I was so exhausted I just could not be bothered.
Damien laughed a little and enveloped me in his warm arms. “Oh, Olivia, you clever girl.” His lips caressed my hair and then my eyelids. “Come, brush your teeth and I’ll tuck you in.”
I moved through the task robotically. I rinsed and spit, then drifted over to the bed. It was a mess from our earlier activities, but I didn’t care. I could curl up on the floor so long as Damien was beside me. I dropped my towel and crawled up the disheveled bed, sinking down into the soft sheets. My eyes were already closed, but I was aware when Damien slid in beside me.
He pulled me into him, and I draped my leg over both of his and curled into his chest. “Sleep well, sweet girl.” Wrapped up in Damien’s warm, strong arms, and surrounded by his luscious scent, I fell asleep within seconds.
* * *
I woke up to a persistent yet faint buzzing noise. I took in my surroundings, only just visible in the soft light of dawn. Damien’s arm was swathed around me, my back to his front, and the rise and fall of his chest behind me marked his even breathing. His forearm was nestled between my boobs. I was effectively enveloped in Damien.
I ran my hand over his arm, the hairs rough beneath my fingertips. I had a pressing need for the bathroom but didn’t want to wake my sleeping sex god. I swallowed reflexively as my thoughts traveled back to the events of last night.
A blush reddened my che
eks as I remembered the things he did to me, the things I did to him. I didn’t know my body could react so. I had never been a multiple orgasm type of girl but the way he drew them out of me made me wonder just how much practice he’d had.
His mastery over my body rivaled my own knowledge of myself. How could that be possible? He said it had been a long time for him since he’d had sex. I found that hard to believe, but why would he lie about something like that?
I put that thought out of my head and basked in the memories of last night. He had been so tender and sweet, while at the same time his authority and aggression acted as a wild turn-on to me. I never knew it could be like this, this feeling of bliss and repletion and contentment. It had never been like that with Travis.
I squeezed my eyes together in silent exorcism of those hard memories and instead focused on how Damien’s solid body felt against mine. I squirmed, letting my hips wriggle back against his crotch. I wanted to let him sleep, but I was sure he wouldn’t mind being awakened like this.
His arm tightened around me, and I caressed his flexing bicep. His breathing changed, and he nuzzled into my neck. His stubble was sharp against my back, sending pleasurable tingles across my skin.
“Good morning,” he said huskily in my ear, and I stretched my neck to its limit to give his roving lips better access.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I said, grinning at my cunning abilities.
He growled and flipped me over on my back. I squealed as he confined me beneath him, my wrists gripped firmly at either side of my head and his knees pinning my legs tightly together. He grinned wickedly as he looked down at me.
“Now what are you going to do, vixen?” His eyes were midnight black.
I tried to move, bucking my hips and thrashing my head, but he had me completely and thoroughly pinned. He chuckled at my feeble attempts at escape. I bit my lip thoughtfully. Okay, now for Plan B.
I went totally still, ceasing all struggle. I took in his gorgeous face, letting my eyes travel slowly over his sleep-mussed hair, irresistible morning stubble, and that gloating yet oh-so-kissable mouth, until ending at those dark, seductive eyes. I pushed the tip of my tongue out, wetting my bottom lip before biting down and pulling my lip free. My breathing changed into soft pants, and my muscles contracted deep inside.