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The bathroom echoed with a rumble of laughter. “Your insults are more amusing than they are offensive.” He moved closer until he stood behind her to catch her gaze in the mirror.
She paused to stare at his reflection and caught the carnal intention in his smoldering glare. “Damian, no. Not in your mother’s house.”
“Abby, yes,” he said. “Right here. I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now, and I’m going to do just that ...”
“Damian,” she moaned his name more out of need than protest. There was no way she could resist. He plucked the towel from her fingers and tossed it aside before grasping the hem of her sweater to pull it over her head. Slowly, he removed her clothing until she stood in only her underwear.
“Your skin is still so cold,” he murmured running his fingers over her arms and breasts. “I’d better warm you up fast.” Abby was already dazed and aroused beyond belief, a result of only his light caresses. She gasped, when fingers slid into her underwear to brush her mound. Her eyes fluttered closed before he said, “Keep them open, Abby. I want you to watch me touch you.”
Heat flooded her face, turning her skin bright pink, and he smirked. Abby couldn’t believe she was getting down and dirty with Damian while his mother and cousin were just downstairs. What if they heard them? She wasn’t one to be quiet, especially with Damian. The man had a gift when it came to touching a woman and she tended to lose all control with him. Already, the volume of her moans was climbing. His fingers teased her sensitive bud while he lips moved along the column of her neck.
“You have to be quiet, Querida. You don’t want my mother to know that I’m fucking you in the bathroom, do you?” With that, he nipped her ear lobe and slid a finger between her folds.
She moaned again. The wicked, wicked man. Slowly, sensually, he strummed her like an instrument until she was panting, her body begging for release. The way he held her captive with his eyes, forcing her to watch herself as sheer pleasure flitted across her face was so erotic. He kept his slow pace, never missing a beat even as he freed himself from his jeans. His erection brushed against her bare bottom when he rolled her underwear over her hips.
“You’re close,” he whispered. “I can feel you tighten around my fingers. Can you be quiet, Abby?” She shook her head no, then yes, and he smiled. They both found out seconds later when she shattered, biting down on her lip to keep her cry muffled. Before she could recover from the first wave of pleasure, he grasped her hips and plunged into her channel, sending shockwaves of pleasure though her. Her cry was barely contained as she clamped her mouth shut. All too soon, she was overwhelmed with the feeling of ecstasy. She couldn’t believe she was nearing another release so soon after the first.
“Keep watching, Abby,” he demanded when her eyelids drooped.
They flew open to stare at their reflection. Her pupils were dilated, her skin flushed and her lips parted as she panted. She didn’t see the liar she’d become at that moment, but rather a woman being thoroughly pleased by a man whom she desired, as she desired no other. That was the woman she wanted to be, not a deceiver. At the end of the day, she wasn’t any better than Damian. Disturbed, she forgot to keep her expression in check and only realized that her true emotions were visible when Damian paused to keenly assess her face.
He frowned. “I’ve seen that troubled expression more than once.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Abby …”
Alarmed that he was going to start asking questions, she moved against him, satisfied when his jaws clenched. “I said, don’t stop.” She witnessed his control slipping until he had no choice but to keep going.
Her legs quivered, and his breathing quickened. Abby could feel the heat within building to a fever pitch. She knew he would follow her over the edge soon by the way the muscles of his neck strained and his fingers dug into her flesh. Forgetting that she was supposed to be quiet, her lips parted to release a high-pitched cry as her body shuddered and warmth blossomed in her core. His hand quickly clamped over her mouth to muffle her cry.
Damian shuddered his release, the sound coming from him half way between a laugh and a groan. “I knew you wouldn’t be quiet.”
Abby rested her forehead on the cool surface of the counter and worked to steady her breathing and also to hide her panic. Each time she made love to Damian, she experienced overwhelming guilt. She heard him moving around behind her and gasped when she felt something soft between her thighs.
“No! I’ll clean myself up.”
Batting her hand away, he spun her around and continued his task with a small smile. “I’ve had my head between your legs on several occasions, surely you’re not embarrassed if I clean you up.”
With her cheeks burning hotly, Abby let out a breath. Of course, she was embarrassed. He did things to and with her that no one else ever had. And she found his gesture too sweet and thoughtful, which made it that much harder to keep the image of him as a villain in her mind. When he was through, he surprised her yet again by hoisting her onto the counter to bestow a searing kiss that nearly made her combust. Already, she felt her body readying itself for more of him.
“Thank you,” he said, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
“For ... for the sex?” she asked, dazed and confused by his kiss.
He smiled. “For being here.” Confusion clouded his expression for a moment. “I wasn’t thrilled about allowing you to see this part of me…of my life, but I’m glad you came. I don’t think anyone has ever managed to pull me from my sulky moods quite like you have, and I have to thank you for being honest as well. You were right, maybe I should grow up and stay out of my mother’s romantic life.”
She gulped, wanting desperately to break eye contact, but she couldn’t. He had a way of holding her hostage with his eyes.” You’re going to listen to me, just like that?”
With an upward curve of his mouth, he said, “I’m just as surprised as you are.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t use any protection.” She wasn’t too worried since she was on birth control, even though she’d barely gotten any action before Damian. But she was shocked that he’d forgotten the condom. So had she.
Damian stiffened momentarily. “I’ve never been so careless before, but I think I can trust you.”
There was something different in his eyes when he looked at her. There was more warmth and trust. It was what she’d wanted. To get close to him. Instead of feeling triumph, she wanted to burst into tears.
