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After hours of massaging, waxing, plucking, and painting, I stumble back to my room feeling like Jello from head to toe. My body is smooth, relaxed, and pliable, but my mind? My mind is still reeling from my aunt’s confession.
However, when I slide the keycard into the slot to unlock the door, I’m greeted with a shirtless Damien, his wet hair slicked back, his tan skin shining in the sunlight coming through the windows, and his smile blinding as he watches me walk toward him.
“How was your day of pampering?” he asks.
“Good. It was good, and also…weird.”
“Weird how?” I stare off into space as I relive the conversation from earlier, shuddering when it gets to be too much. “Are you okay, Char?”
“No. No, I’m not.” I shake my head. “I just learned way too much about my parent’s sex life and our mothers’ pubic hair.”
Damien stares blankly at me. “Please, for the love of God, don’t tell me anything else or I’m going to chop my ears off. My mother and pubic hair should never be used in the same sentence.”
“Right?” I chuckle. “But it wasn’t just that. My aunt said something to me about my mom that has my brain spinning.”
His hands find my hips, pulling me into his hard chest. “Really? What was it?”
“It was…” Suddenly the smell of the ocean hits me. “Wait. Did you go swimming?”
“Surfing, actually.”
“Surfing? How come I didn’t know you surf?”
“Because I didn’t tell you.” He shrugs. “I’m not very good at it, so I don’t really like telling people. But it’s fun and a great workout and I just kind of wanted to be alone, so…”
Running my hands up his arms, I wrap them around his neck. “Did you just reveal something to me that you’re not very good at?”
His eyes narrow. “Maybe.”
“Hmmm. Seems you’re human after all.”
“I swear it’s the only thing I’m moderately bad at.”
“I can think of plenty of things you excel at, so we’ll just let this one slide.”
He arches a brow. “Really? Like what?” he asks, gripping my ass as he pulls me closer and thrusts his already hard erection into me.
“Definitely that. But unfortunately, I need to wait a while before we partake in that particular activity.”
“Why?”
“Because I just got waxed and that area is very sensitive right now.”
His eyes light with mischief. “Is that so?”
“Damien, I’m serious,” I say while attempting to push him back, but he holds me tighter.
“What if I could help with the swelling and give you an orgasm at the same time?”
“What are you talking about?”
He leads me over to the bed. “Get naked, lie down, and I’ll be right back.” With a chaste kiss to my lips, he grabs his key card and the ice bucket and disappears swiftly. Confused but humming with arousal, I follow his orders and get naked on the bed, waiting for him to return.
The sound of the door unlocking tells me he’s back, and when he shuts the door behind him and sees me lying there, a wicked grin falls over his lips. “Good girl.”
“Damien. What are you planning?”
“Don’t worry, Char. Sometimes doing things we’ve never done before is the best part of living.” He brings the ice bucket to the nightstand, setting it down before reaching in to grab a cube, which he brings over to the juncture between my legs. I know my skin is still red from the waxing, but Damien doesn’t seem to mind, which turns me on even more.
The way he looks at me–like he appreciates every inch of my skin and curve on my body–gives me a confidence I don’t think I’ve ever experienced with another man. It’s part of what makes falling for him so easy—a man that I swore would never even kiss me, and now I can’t fathom living without his touch and his kiss.
The icy structure hits my skin and makes me gasp out loud. “It’s cold.”
“Usually ice is, babe.”
“Don’t make me kick you before we ever get to the good part.”
Damien chuckles. “You’d only be denying yourself, Char.” Readjusting himself on the bed, he continues to drag the ice along my tender skin as he leans down and places his lips on mine. His kiss is tender, but the mix of his lips heating me up from the inside and the cold ice running over my hot skin is making all of my senses come alive.
He trails his mouth from my lips to my neck as he moves the ice cube further between my legs, dragging it over my slit as he licks the skin along my collarbone and then down to my breasts, circling my nipple as he slides the ice along my clit.
And the sensation—it’s equal parts pain and pleasure that make my entire body shudder.
I close my eyes, focus on my breathing and the hum of electricity coursing through me until I hear the sound of the ice shifting in the bucket and the absence of Damien’s mouth from my nipple. When I peer my eyes open, I see him reach for more ice, but this time he places the cube in his mouth and then descends on my body.
His cold tongue licks a circle around both of my nipples, hardening them into tiny peaks that elicit goosebumps over my skin, and then he moves down my stomach, licking me with his cold mouth and pausing over my slit.
“Does the ice feel good?” he mumbles around the cube in his mouth.
“Yes…”
“Good.”
He lowers his head between my legs and then licks me from my entrance to my clit, the icy temperature of his tongue bringing a new realm of pleasure to me. Then he slides his tongue inside of me, and I lose it.
“Damien…” I clutch the back of his head and writhe against his mouth as he eats me out, licking me intensely and holding me to him.
My internal temperature spikes a few more degrees as the coldness of his tongue touches my clit and he flicks that button perfectly.
“God, yes.”
“I could do this all day, Charlotte.”
