by Julie Olsen
Still smiling ear to ear, his free hand strayed down to my armpit and a vague recollection flitted through my mind that it had been since Saturday that I shaved.
“Damien!” I bucked against him even as he began a torturously embarrassing exploration. “I haven’t shaved.”
“I can see that.”
I gave up trying to free myself. He was like the Rock of Gibraltar. “I wish you wouldn’t do that. I do have some modesty,” I panted, as his fingers graced my stubble. I should be embarrassed, but my shortness of breath was caused by his proximity rather than any sense of moral propriety.
“You’re adorable when you’re shy. Shall we find what else needs shaving?”
“No, Damien.” I began a desperate struggle against him, knowing exactly what he meant to explore next.
“No?” He stopped. Pale green eyes captured mine as that breathtaking smile took over his face. My heart skipped a beat.
“Please, don’t,” I mustered on an exhale.
“Another time, then,” he said, leaning down to kiss me as his other hand strayed to my towel and slowly unwrapped me. “I hope you know we’re not going to sleep much tonight,” he said, his lips travelling down to my neck.
“After all your blatantly slanderous comments, I’d keep one eye open at all times if I were you.” He still held my wrists in a vise grip, probably out of sheer fear that I would pummel him.
“I do love feisty Olivia. Especially in bed.” His mouth moved over my skin, pausing here and there to suck gently. A low throb took up residence between my legs.
“For someone who normally sleeps naked, you have very lovely underwear, Ms. St. Clair.”
“Is that a compliment, or merely an observation, Mr. Stone?”
“Definitely a compliment,” he purred against my lips.
I snorted as he kissed me. It was very unladylike but no less than he deserved.
“A compliment. I’m shocked.”
His answering grin unfolded like the Grinch when he hatched a plan. “Oh, there’s more where that came from. Shall I give you a sampling?”
Even though I was still nursing my wounded pride, the needy part of me perked her ears up.
“Are you going to tell me my breath stinks next?”
He chuckled low and raised his head to gaze at me. “When I saw you at the top of that rock wall, all gorgeous and sexy and sporty, after I had dropped everything to get back to you, I knew without the slightest doubt I was exactly where I should be. With you. Only you, Olivia.”
For the second time in five minutes, I was speechless. Warmth spread through me, euphoric and all-encompassing. He released my wrists, and my arms automatically slid to his neck and pulled him down. His chest rested against my breasts, making me want more of him against me.
His hand slid along my torso, grazing my breast with the lightest touch. I stifled a moan as my nipples swelled to tight buds, but I resisted the urge to squirm against him. His tongue skirted across my collarbone and, though my wounded pride insisted I play hard to get, my head rolled back to give him better access.
“When does Lucy get home?” he asked.
My brain struggled to process an answer. “Um…it’s Monday, so…around eleven thirty.”
“And what time do you need to be at work in the morning?”
“My first client is at eight.”
Damien reached for his phone on my bedside table. His thumb moved furiously against the screen for a minute before he set it back on the table. He smothered my lips before I could ask what he was doing.
“Good. I wouldn’t want her to be alarmed with all the moaning you’re going to be doing soon.” He sat up and took me with him, my semi-damp towel thrown to the floor. “On your front.”
My eyes darted to his, but he was busy putting his laptop away. I rolled over, desire uncoiling in my stomach. He had no qualms when it came to sex. And I loved it.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” he said with his lips against the small of my back. “You have the most delectable ass. I just want to bite it. Don’t move.”
Bite me…there? Heat erupted inside me and my inner muscles squeezed deliciously, surprising me.
The door opened and seconds later I heard him opening and closing drawers in the bathroom. What in the world was he looking for? My eyes were trained on the doorway as he re-entered my room holding something behind his back.
“Close your eyes or you won’t get the surprise.”
I clamped my eyes shut and the mattress gave as he joined me on the bed. He straddled me at my thighs. He said nothing, but I could feel his hot gaze roaming all over my back and backside.
A single finger moved slowly down my spine, stopping at the crest of my butt. “Your skin is so soft.” The release of a flip-top cap made me burn with curiosity, and I was tempted to look behind me when his warm hands caressed my back. They skirted across my skin effortlessly, and I realized he had warmed baby oil in his palms and was rubbing it into my skin.
“You have no residual soreness from your accident, do you?”
“Mmm.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my neck. “I’ll take that as a no.” I knew he was smiling that breathtaking smile and just the thought of it did funny things to me.
His hands traveled the length of my back, his thumbs hitting all my tense spots and massaging out the kinks. The motion of his skin on mine caused the oil to heat up until it felt like the rays of July’s sun on my back. Every once in a while he dragged his fingertips across my skin, and I arched helplessly in silent demand for more.
He paused to warm more oil in his hands, then his hands traveled lower until his fingers were splayed across my cheeks. He kneaded the oil into my skin and my pulse jumped to a staccato, due in no small part to the vicinity of his hands there. It felt like heaven.
“How’s that, baby?” he whispered throatily.
My butt squirmed of its own volition, and I groaned into my pillow. Who knew a butt massage could be so incredible. I never wanted his hands to leave.
“I think she likes it.” His hands continued to massage the globes of my ass, alternately squeezing and caressing, sliding over my curves with frictionless ease.
He rose from the straddling position. “I could do this all night, but I know you’re going to like what comes next.” His hand slipped up my torso until they cupped my shoulders and gently turned me. A shudder went through me, and I whimpered at their exodus from down below.
I opened my eyes, squinting at the glare of my bedside lamp. He smiled down at me knowingly. “I love discovering your erogenous zones. I can’t wait to find each and every one.”
Retrieving the bottle, he squirted more oil into his palm and rubbed his hands together. I stared at his hands, knowing where he intended to use that oil and I moaned softly, unable to stop myself. At the touch of his hands on my breasts, my eyes flew to his and were trapped in his heated gaze. My nipples were like hard pebbles, and with each sensual glide of his palms they lengthened and engorged. He massaged my entire torso, never straying long from my breasts and driving me wild with need.
With effort I broke eye contact and greedily stared at his muscular chest, imagining how it would feel sliding against my own. Reaching out, I touched him, letting my hands mimic his before straying to the top of his pajama pants. My breasts strained against his slippery hands, my heart racing beneath his palms.
“I want you.” My voice was thick with desire.
Damien lifted up off his knees, his hands on either side of my body as he balanced on top of me. “Undress me, Olivia,” he said hoarsely.
My fingers fumbled as I found the drawstring of his pants and pulled. Almost immediately his erection poked over the top of his waistband. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. No restrictions. Muscles bunched and rippled as he planked above me, and I roughly pushed the fabric over his hips, using my feet when my hands would no longer reach.
And then
his weight was on me, his firm chest pressing against my breasts, skin on slippery skin.
“Damien.”
My legs wrapped around his hips, and he slowly pushed inside. I held him closer, my hands snaking through his silky hair. He penetrated me with ease and stopped when fully sheathed. I was so full of his steely hot thickness I could scarcely breathe. Our little moans were proof of the exquisite sensation of his skin sliding on me, inside me.
He moved slowly in and out, grinding deeply against me on each thrust, my own hips thrusting in time to his movement. I clenched around him as he pulled out, nearly delirious with the need to keep him inside. His arms wrapped around me lower, and he pulled us up until he was sitting on his heels and I was straddling him.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. His eyes bored into mine with the same intimacy as the cleaving of his flesh inside me, and I cried out at the intensity. Sex with Damien was always so raw and primal and honest. It was quickly becoming as addicting as the oxygen I breathed.
I was supported by his hands as they clasped my butt and my legs and arms wound around him like a spider monkey. He rocked into me as I found the rhythm I needed, his hands gripping my cheeks and pulling me flush against his pelvis. His cock was so deep inside me I could feel his balls tight against my tender skin.
“Too much?”
“No. More, right there,” I gasped when he angled over a spot deep inside and then expertly slid his beautiful cock over it again and again. I leaned back on his hands and grasped his shoulders, reveling in pure sensation as we both moved to increase the pace.
A film of sweat covered me and my breath hissed in short pants. His hands rhythmically squeezed my cheeks as I ground against him, and I shivered at the animal need that overcame me. A thought flitted up through the haze of pleasure, and I glanced at the floor-length mirror propped in the corner—and saw the scene on my bed as it unfolded.
Shocked, my eyes widened as I watched us in the act. It was like watching porn, at once sexually stimulating, primal and fascinating. Any feeling of immorality was quickly replaced by waves of heat as I stared at our bodies thrusting against each other in such a blatant sexual position. I couldn’t take my eyes off of us.
“Like watching me fuck you, Olivia?” he breathed, yanking my attention away from the porno in the mirror.
“Yes,” I moaned, unable and unwilling to hide my pleasure.
“Keep watching,” he said on a groan before he really let loose, pumping into me furiously. Unable to keep myself upright, I leaned back on my elbows as Damien continued to plunge into me. Delicious currents of pleasure moved through me, pushing me higher.
Digging my heels into the bed, I met his thrusts with frenzied ones of my own. My head fell back on my shoulders as anguished cries I recognized as my own echoed through the room. “Harder. Deeper. Faster.” Without disrupting our rhythm, he firmly wrapped one arm around my hips, then moved his hand down and pressed the pad of his thumb hard onto my clit.
I snapped, the orgasm rolling through me like a runaway train. My body jerked and writhed until my elbows gave out and I fell back on my shoulders, wave after wave of searing pleasure rendering me mindless. Damien’s thumb unceasingly circled my clit, prolonging my climax. My hands clawed at the sheets, seeking an end to my release while at the same time desperate for more.
As I shuddered from the aftershocks, Damien grasped my hips and thrust hard, his face contorted in raw ecstatic need above. I watched my beautiful man as he came undone, the thrill at what I did to him sending scalding tears rolling down my temples. Stilling suddenly, he cried out my name, burying himself deeply inside. His body shook as he knelt on top of me and I reached out to pull him down, needing the contact of his skin on mine as desperately as I needed my next breath.
He collapsed beside me, hauling me against him so that we were spooning. We lay there for several moments until our breathing evened out. Silent tears continued to stream as the last vestige of my fear evacuated and was replaced by the most intense and beautiful relief. Damien gently wiped at my damp face and cleared away the stray strands of hair tickling me. His lips moved against my neck, his murmured words lost to the cacophony of my emotions. A sense of rightness permeated my being. An epiphany hit me: this was what unfettered happiness felt like.
Damien’s arms were around me, a shelter and protection unlike any other I had ever known. I wanted to stay like this forever. My hand found his, and I brought his open palm to my mouth, planting kiss after soft kiss in its center. I hoped this small action was enough to express my feelings; words had escaped me.
“Goodnight, my dazzling girl,” he whispered, the memory of when he first said those words to me as I lay in his arms on the street warming me from the inside out. Happiness. As I drifted off, I realized one thing was and always had been certain: I was, without a shadow of a doubt, his.
* * *
“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty.”
My eyes popped open at Damien’s voice. Shards of sunlight pierced my room, and I squinted as he came into focus. He smiled down at me from his seat on the edge of the bed, pale green eyes drawing me in in their usual, mesmerizing way.
You look scrumptious, was my first thought as I took in the scent of soap and deodorant and maleness that was all his own. He was freshly showered and dressed in black tailored pants and a light gray dress shirt with a lavender tie. I wanted to devour him.
He laughed softly and leaned down to kiss me chastely. “You’re pretty delicious yourself.”
Oops. Guess I had said that out loud.
“What time is it?” I croaked, letting my hand run across his thigh and feeling his muscles bunch under the fabric, the simple action doing funny things to certain only-recently-well-used parts of me.
“Six thirty. I have to leave soon for an early meeting. I just wanted to see your beautiful face before I left.”
I sat up and slid my arms around his neck, inhaling his luscious smell. The sheet drifted down my body, exposing my naked torso. He inhaled deeply as his arms came around to hold me tightly, his hands travelling up and down my back.
He sighed. “It goes against everything in me, but…” He pulled away and stood. I frowned.
“Don’t give me the sad eyes, vixen,” he admonished. “I’ve got an early, unavoidable meeting. And we both know what will happen if I don’t put some space between us.”
I pouted, though inwardly I was gloating with a heady sense of victory. “Avert your eyes then. I’m getting up,” I grinned wickedly at him, not waiting for him to comply as I swung my legs around and stood next to him, then sashayed to my dresser. I didn’t know what had come over me, but I felt like flexing my feminine muscles. I could feel Damien’s eyes on me as I slipped on the white panties and red silk teddy he had chosen last night, then headed to the closet for my short black Victoria’s Secret robe. There, that should give him something to think about today.
I opened the door and looked back at him. “Can I make you some coffee?” I offered sweetly.
He was staring at me with hooded eyes. “Coffee?” He arched a brow. “After that performance, I need a Scotch. And a cold shower.”
With Damien behind me, no doubt watching my every step, I grinned all way to the kitchen.
* * *
I had just taken my first sip of caramel vanilla cream when I heard Lucy’s door open. I had already made Damien a black coffee and poured it in a travel cup since he only had a few minutes to spare.
I glanced up at him where he leaned against the corner of the countertop, resisting the urge to undress him with my eyes. Well, I guess this was as good a time as any to make Damien’s formal introduction to my sister.
“Better up the charm, Stone. Lucy’s coming to breakfast and I know how you like to impress the ladies,” I teased.
“Perfect. I have something to discuss with both of you,” he said purposefully, making me glance at him in silent question as Lucy appeared in the
doorway.
“Morning, Liv. Damien.” She smiled broadly at us and even though it was only Lucy, I almost blushed at being caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
“Good morning, Lucy.” Damien’s deep voice seemed to fill the kitchen. Just like he filled other places, I mused naughtily as I continued to drink him in. He raised a brow at my blatant perusal, and I reluctantly yanked my heated gaze away from the sex god lounging next to the stove to the steaming brown liquid in my cup. Jeez, I was like a cat in heat in my own kitchen.
Damien moved to stand next to me and took my free hand in his. “I wish I could stay longer,” he said, looking down at me. “Paul will be back to take you to work.” He extracted a card from his wallet. “This is his number. I want you to call him whenever you need to, for whatever you need.”
I took the card, realizing with a start that my Jeep was still parked at the gym. Damn, I had forgotten all about that.
“Olivia confided to me about Travis Dunn,” he said to Lucy. Her shocked expression met my own. Damien certainly had went straight to the point.
“Until we can ascertain his whereabouts, I think it’s unwise to risk your safety by staying here. You are welcome to stay at my place. I have the room and it would be no imposition, I assure you.”
I gaped at him, at once confused by his offer and warmed by his thoughtful consideration. Lucy’s eyes widened as she alternated a surprised stare between the two of us.
“I see,” she finally managed. “Has something else happened that I should know about?”
“No. But I don’t believe in coincidence. While it’s possible Olivia’s accident could have been just that, an accident, it’s also entirely possible that it was orchestrated. Until we know for sure, she will be staying with me.”
“I’m staying with you?” I blurted. “Did you consider my opinion on the subject?”
He narrowed his eyes at my indignant tone. “Don’t you want to stay with me?”
“Well, um…that’s not the point. You should have asked me first.” Before you just went all Cro-Magnon in front of Lucy.