Ezra
It’s the twenty-eighth day since Damien got shot. He’s healed well and is pretty much back to himself, which I’m pleased about. He’s been very irritable the past two weeks. I just chalked it down to frustration and not let it hurt my feelings that he would yell at me for trying to help him.
We’ve been living in this safe house in the middle of nowhere for three weeks now. My parents kept calling, asking where we went and when we’d be back. I had to lie and tell them Damien surprised me with a honeymoon to Los Angeles, California, and that we would be away for a few weeks to have some time alone as a newlywed couple and get away from the people that were after me.
My father was less than pleased but didn’t argue about it too much. He knew I was safe with Damien, and that kept him somewhat contented.
I start awake from my sleep as I do most days now since I killed that hitman. His face has been prowling my mind, tormenting me ever since, despite my best effort to get it out of my head.
Guilt is a powerful thing, and I was drowning in mine. I sit up from the sofa where I’ve been sleeping while Damien recovers. If I’m honest, I didn’t trust myself sharing a bed with him…especially given the sexual frustration and sizzling chemistry between us lately. I look at the time—four forty-five in the morning. Damien is still soundly asleep.
I move over to the bed and watch him sleep for a minute. He’s lying on his back, his right arm thrown over his eyes, lips slightly parted, his chiseled chest rising and falling slowly. I let my eyes skim down his torso; the covers hung low on his hips, showing his sex lines, you know that delectable abdominal v that makes any girl with a pulse lose their minds with lust.
Yeah…I’m a real sucker for that.
My cheeks grow hot when I see the very noticeable tent under the sheets from his erection. I feel that familiar stir in my nether region, and suddenly the room feels warm…. or was it just me? I couldn’t tell. It’s been well over a month since I had any release, and I can’t lie; I have been feeling friskier than usual.
It’s not been easy seeing Damien naked while helping him shower, all wet and muscles rippling every time he moves.
Oh, snap out of it, Ezra. You’re staring at him like a lust-crazed harlot!
I shake off my lucid fantasies and walk to the bathroom. A long cold shower—that’s what I need.
Yes, that’s what you need…a cold shower!
I close my eyes, trying desperately to silence that sardonic voice in my head. I was very much aware of my feelings for Damien, sexual, and…well, emotional. I’m not even going to let my head go there again. I slip out of my clothes and step into the walk-in shower and stand under the spray.
I gasp when the icy water hits my body making me shiver, goosebumps breakout out all over my body, and I feel my nipples harden against the cold air. Eyes closed, I tilt my head back and let my fingers wander over my neck and down to my left nipple. I sigh softly when I roll it between my thumb and finger and tug gently, it tingles against my touch, and I swallow my moan.
Pressing my thighs together when the ache between my legs was almost too much to bear. Feeling wicked, I brush my fingers against my clit, and my knees tremble. “God,” I moan, pressing myself back against the tiled wall to steady myself as I continue to caress my clit with lazy circles.
Images of Damien’s head between my legs lapping at my folds fill my mind, and I rub harder, desperate for that sweet release. My breathing hastens, and I struggle to keep myself quiet as I near my orgasm. When I open my eyes and see Damien standing in front of me, I audibly gasp and shrink back against the tiled wall I was backed up against. He’s just casually leaning against the wall, watching me raptly. “Damien…” I breathe, and he tuts.
“Don’t stop on my account. Continue.” He burrs cocking his head to the side and letting his eyes rake over me hungrily. Despite the cold water cascading over me, I feel my face flush. I must have resembled a tomato at that moment while he didn’t seem fazed at all, like he didn’t just catch me touching myself.
“I-I thought you were sleeping?” I stammer pathetically. Damien smirks and bites his bottom lip while he rubs his jaw, his gray eyes glittering with want.
“I was, but your sexy little moans woke me up. Thought I’d come and see if you require any assistance.” I peer up at him, and he stares into my eyes. At that very moment, I wish the ground would open and swallow me up. I was so mortified I didn’t know what to do with myself or even say.
Now would be an excellent time to speak, Ezra! Stop staring and speak!
I clear my throat. “I got a little carried away. I’m sorry for waking you.” I mutter, biting my lip apprehensively and averting my gaze.
“I’m not.” Damien drawls, taking a step toward me, and I feel my heart rate spike the closer he got. I observe him as he steps under the spray backing me up, so I’m pressed up against the wall again. He raises his arms and places his hands, palms flat against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in. Oh fuck, he’s so intense, and my body thrums with exhilaration.
Our eyes lock, and Damien licks his lips while he drags his nose over mine. “Judging by your breathy moans, you were pretty close to coming.” My mouth goes dry; of course, he would know that. He knows my body better than I do, for goodness sake. “Tell me, pretty girl, what were you thinking about while you got yourself off?”
I stare up at him wordlessly and gulp. “Tell me.” He whispers hoarsely, his breath hot on my lips.
“I was thinking about you,” I breathe before I could stop myself, and he lifts those ashen eyes from my lips to my eyes. His left arm comes down from the wall, and he curls his fingers at my jaw and grips it tightly, tilting my head back so our mouths were aligned. Damien attentively stares down into my upturned face, the pad of his thumb brushing over my lips; the longing radiating in his eyes—for me made me ache and throb with need. “Go on…” He urges gruffly.
“Your tongue…” I whisper. “…taking me over the edge, the vibrations of your voice against me when you moan as I come all over your mouth and drink up every drop of my arousal.” He swallows hard; his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. I muster up the valor, lift my hands, and rake my fingers up his muscular thighs.
The muscles twitch under my fingers, and his jaw tightens. I keep my eyes locked with his as I skim my fingers over his narrow hips, up to his stomach. He stills under my touch and presses his forehead to mine, breathing shallow. I trail my fingers over his chest, and he winces but doesn’t make a move or stop me.
Holy fuck!He’s letting me touch him!
I almost scream from excitement asI let my hand explore his muscular chest unhurriedly, his hand on my jaw tightens, and he growls deep in his throat.