Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(7)
“You are trouble.”
“Prove it,” I challenged.
Damien took a step forward, then hesitated before he said, “Let’s just chill and talk for a while. Just ... just to see if this is what you really want.”
The words were hardly out of his mouth before I turned and scrambled up the bed, flopping onto my back.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, holding my position. “I’m chillin’.”
Damien folded his thick arms across his broad chest, the corners of his lips quirked.
“You usually chill on a bed with your thighs parted?” he asked, a slight hint of laughter in his tone.
“This is how I lie on me bed. It’s kind of ... freein’.”
Damien dropped his gaze from my eyes to my parted thighs. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He quickly crossed the room, turned his back to me, and sat on the edge of the bed. Without turning around, he patted the spot next to him and said, “Come here and talk to me. I want to hear your voice.”
I practically floated to his side, and it made Damien laugh.
“What do you want me to say?” I said, a little breathless.
Damien turned his gaze on me, and as he looked into my eyes, he said, “Say anything. I just want to hear your voice. I love your voice.”
I felt as if the air had been sucked from the room.
“You do?”
Damien licked his lips. “Yeah, I hear your voice even when you aren’t around.”
My heart slammed against my chest.
“You do?” I repeatedly nodded for an unknown reason.
“I hear you when it’s quiet,” he said, dropping his gaze to my lips. “Really quiet.”
I lazily dragged my tongue across my lower lip, watching Damien’s pupils dilate as his eyes followed the movement.
“What do I say when you hear me voice?” I asked; my voice sounding thick with desire.
Damien huffed a laugh. “You don’t want to know, freckles.”
I scrunched up my face in displeasure. “Why do you call me that?”
He lifted his hand, and with his pinkie finger, he ran the tip over my nose and underneath my eyes.
“You have a splash of freckles right here.”
“If you say you think they’re cute,” I grunted. “I may slap you.”
Damien simpered. “Cute is not a word I associate with you.”
My pulse spiked.
“What word do you associate with me?”
“I have a few,” he replied, lowering his hand from my face. “Smart, funny, hard-working ... beautiful, elegant, sexy as sin.”
I gasped. “You think I’m funny?”
Damien almost instantly burst into laughter.
“Hell yes, you’re funny.” His shouders shook as he laughed. “Out of all the words I said, you picked funny.”
I blushed. “No one has ever said I was funny before.”
“Well, you are.”
I leaned in a little closer to him. “You think I’m beautiful and elegant?”
“And sexy as sin,” he replied, his voice raspy. “Can’t forget about that.”
I smiled, and I heard a little groan come up Damien’s throat like he was straining to contain it. I stood from the bed and kicked my heels off before I turned to face him. I groaned, and looked down at my feet as I wiggled my toes.
“Jesus, it feels good to take those hell blocks off.”
“Hell blocks?”
“Until you’ve walked in high heels,” I playfully glared at Damien, “you will never understand how much they hurt.”
“It’s a good thing I’m tall then.”
“Hmmm.” I licked my lower lip. “It’s definitely a good thing that you’re tall.”
“You’re looking at me like you want to pounce on me, freckles.”
“I do.”
Damien’s whole body tensed. I stared down at him, and in that moment, I made the decision to freely give myself to him. I couldn’t stand wanting him anymore, I needed to have him.
My body felt like it was a live wire of electricity. I wanted Damien to kiss me and touch me more than my next breath. I didn’t want him to make the first move; I was too aware of him to allow that to happen. Instead, I stepped forward, parted his thighs with my knees, and stepped between them.
“Alannah, what are—”
I brought my mouth down on top of his and took what I’d wanted since the first moment I saw him. I lifted my hands, thrusted them into his hair, and almost dropped to my knees with desire. His hair was thick and soft—so freaking soft. I tangled my fingers around the strands and tugged.
“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Lana,” Damien said against my lips, his voice husky. “I’d walk away if I were you.”
Boldness surged through me.
“That sounds like a challenge to me.”
“Talking.” Damien groaned into my mouth. “We’re supposed to be talking.”
“We are,” I replied, sliding my tongue over his lower lip. “We’re talkin’ with our bodies.”
Ursula from The Little Mermaid did say never to underestimate the importance of body language, and at that moment, I had never related to a Disney quote more in my entire life.