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“Get out, I mean it.” I gesture toward the door, and he pouts.
“But I miss you.”
“No, you just want to get inside my panties,” I counter and place my hands on my waist, and the hunger in his eyes intensifies as he fixates them on my naked skin.
“But you have none on.”
“Baby, they’ll be here any minute, and I’m far, far from ready,” I say, trying to reason with him. Instead, hope spreads in those steel-blue eyes as he grins.
“Not necessarily.”
“Damien, what did you do?” I inquire while his lips turn into a lopsided grin.
“They’ll be here in an hour, so everyone gets what they want.”
“You’re not for real.” His smirk never falters while he sizes me up.
I find it both hilarious and ludicrous as I stare at him, trying my best to remain serious as he blinks at me expectantly. The look in his eyes, a mix of hope and lust undoes me, and I give in.
“Make it quick.” He yanks his shirt off and tugs at his jeans and rushes inside the shower.
He lifts me, and there’s no sweet, uncertain Damien left, only a demanding, feverish one.
He cradles my face, his eyes light with adoration as he stills inside me, sending sparks of love throughout my body and kisses me. I’m happy but mostly still high on him.
I lock my hands around his neck because I am not ready to let the moment fly by.
“I take it you’re not mad at me for ambushing you?” he questions, his eyes seeking mine, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Yes, right, like I could think after that mind-blowing orgasm I had. At least you admit it.”
“Baby, it’s not my fault I’m addicted,” he confesses and places a kiss on the valley of my shoulder.
“Now go. I have to get ready and take another shower.” It’s those eyes turning to soft I catch on me, I can’t say no to, but I remain stoic. “No, don’t even think about joining me. Get in the other shower and stay away from me for the next hour.”
With a satisfied grin as he got what he wished for, he kisses my forehead and backtracks.
I take my time straightening my hair and attempting dramatic, smoky-eye makeup. I am more than pleased with the result, feeling sexy and confident. My reflection speaks of a woman who knows what she wants and does not apologize for taking it.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Damien is on the phone, taking care of the reservation. Meanwhile, I pick a one-sleeved, emerald green, sparkly dress. It is outrageously short, only a few inches below my bottom. I can’t wait to see his reaction. Heavy steps approach and halt. My heart thumps as I sense him behind me.
I turn around, and before me stands Damien with an open mouth, blinking. I seldom have witnessed him mute, and my self-confidence reaches another peak. I put on a show for him as I spin, and he remains speechless. He clasps his hands behind his neck, his arms flexing, and his eyes blaze with fire.
“Like what you see?” I ask, biting down on my lower lip, and his eyes travel my body from head to toe.
“Do you plan to visit me in prison because I might kill every man who dares to even look at you. It will be hard not to look at you. Is that even a dress?”
His voice drops low, and heat and goose bumps erupt all over my skin.
“Yes, it’s a dress.”
“If you say so, but you look fucking amazing, baby. You’re giving me the hardest hard-on known to mankind.”
He wraps me in his arms and sucks the air out of me as I let his intoxicating scent wash over me. His bare chest emanates a heat that goes right to my core.
“I’ll make it better when we’re back home.”
“You can bet on that.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
