Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(97)
I blinked up at him.
“I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about, Dame.”
He scowled at me as he continued to pace.
“Bullshit,” he quipped. “You grab my dick, and smile up at me with heat in your eyes, and you tell me that you have no idea what I’m talking about?”
“Yup.”
“You’re a liar.” He shook his head. “And you’ve been trying me these last few days.”
“How so?”
“How so?” Damien repeated, bewildered. “How about you suddenly not wearing clothes around the apartment? How about all the unnecessary bending over you do in front of me? How about you practically straddling me in bed before we go to sleep?”
I tilted my head to the side.
“Have I been doin’ all of that?”
“You damn well have, and you know it,” Damien all but growled. “What I don’t know is why!”
I looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
“Men are stupid.”
Silence.
“Excuse me?”
I looked at my boyfriend. “You’re thick.”
“Again—” he blinked “—excuse me?”
I scratched my neck. “I have been doin’ all of the things you listed, and yes, on purpose.”
“I knew it!”
“You caught me, Sherlock.”
Damien paused in front of me, placed his hands on his hips, and frowned down at me.
“You’ve been putting me through hell, you know that, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’ve been puttin’ yourself through hell by not touchin’ me.”
“Alannah.” He drew his eyebrows tighter together. “You said we have to go slow, and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing, so of course, I’m going to keep my hands to myself. I’m not doing anything to mess things up between us.”
My lips curved into a smile.
“You’re a sweetheart,” I said to him. “But I’ve been bendin’ over backwards, literally, tryin’ to make you touch me.”
Damien raised one brow. “I’m sorry, what?”
I leaned back onto my elbows and slid my tongue along my lower lip.
“I thought you would realise by now when you’re bein’ seduced by me.”
“Seduced?” Damien choked. “You’ve been seducing me?”
“Apparently, not very well.”
Damien’s lips parted with shock.
“You’ve been playing a game with me.”
My lips twitched. “Only a little one.”
“We agreed on no games.”
“We did—” I nodded “—but I wanted to show you that I wanted to have sex.”
“And you couldn’t have just come out and told me so? I’d have been on you in seconds.”
Laughter spilled free.
“I’m sorry,” I said, covering my mouth with my hand. “This isn’t funny, but you look so pissed off.”
“I am,” Damien said, his postured rigid. “So. Pissed.”
I slowly got to my feet. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
I carefully moved my body around his.
“So sorry.”
“No need, babe,” he said, his voice rough. “Not when I’ve just made a decision.”
My brows shot up.
“What decision would that be?”
“I’ve spent these couple of weeks giving you space, giving you time to make up your mind.” Damien said, his eyes roaming over my body. “We’ve been together, but I’ve kept you at arm’s length. I’ve tiptoed around you because I didn’t want to scare you off, but that ends now, now that I know we want the same thing. I seem to be the only one brave enough to make it happen.”
I held my ground. “And what the hell does that mean?”
“It means,” Damien said as he suddenly stalked towards me, “I’m done with the nice guy role. I’m taking what I want from now on. If you remain where you are, I’m going to kiss you and not stop. If you can’t handle that right now, run away, but know that I’m coming after you, and I will have you. You’re mine, freckles. This game you’ve started is over.”
I’d like to say that my mother didn’t raise a chicken shit, and that I stood my ground when Damien got close enough, but that didn’t happen. I freaked out when I saw the possessive look in his grey eyes because I knew he wasn’t talking bullshit; he was talking facts. He was going to kiss me ... to have me. I was ready for that, so ready, but not here, not now.
Without a second thought, I turned around and all but shot out of Damien’s bedroom like the devil himself was chasing me, hearing Damien’s laughter echo behind me as I went.
“Usain Bolt. I’m a huge fan, sir,” Alec, the fucking comedian, said and tried to shake my hand as I sprinted by him on the stairs.
“Tonight, freckles,” Damien called after me. “We will finish this tonight.”
Jesus, have mercy.
It’s going to be perfect.
I kept repeating that over and over in my mind as I stared at myself in my body-length mirror. I had on the most revealing pyjamas I owned, a skimpy pair of bum shorts that left nothing to the imagination and a matching lace crop top that you could see my nipples through. They may have been labelled as pyjamas, but there was no way in hell that they were meant for sleeping in.