Damon (The Protectors #1)(45)
The bathroom door banged open with Damon's massive frame filling the doorway glaring at her, his eyes dark as they roamed over her sudsy body. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt he pulled it over his head showing his sculptured body rippling as he threw his shirt behind him. Pulling first one gun out of the waistline of his jeans and then one out of the holster strapped to his ankle above his shitkickers, he placed one on the bathroom sink and the other on the toilet seat next to the tub never once taking his eyes off her. Kicking of his boots he unsnapped his jeans and jerked them off showing that he was commando which was sexy as hell. He growled as Nicole's eyes focused on his arousal, something she didn't get to focus on the first time they were together. Her tongue snaked out licking her bottom lip wondering what he would taste like.
“I have never wanted anything the way I want you.” He growled as he stalked closer. “If we die tonight it will be all on your head human.”
Nicole pulled herself up to kneel, making room for him. “Yeah, but what a way to go.” She sighed as he stepped into the warm water with her. As he sat he gripped her waist lifting her to straddle him. “What was that loud bang?”
Taking his eyes off her breast he grinned up at her. “I put your bookcase in front of the door so I could have time to get my pants on if someone decided to plow through it.”
Nicole's eyes widened before she giggled. “How sweet.” She wiggled, getting more comfortable, feeling more female than she ever had in her life when he groaned his head falling back against the tub. Taking full advantage, she leaned into him kissing his jaw working her way to his neck. “I love the way you taste.” She murmured against his skin as she licked her way down his neck to his chest taking a quick lick of his nipple. When he moaned, she went back and teased it with small bites before sucking it fully between her lips rubbing the pointy tip with her tongue.
Moaning deep Damon sat up leaning her back against his knees that were bent behind her since he was way too tall to stretch out fully in her tub. “My turn.” He grabbed her hair forcing her head to lie back over his knees. Usually she hated having her hair pulled, but this was different and the dominance of it turned her on....wow, who knew she'd like being dominated. His large hands gripped her breasts pushing them together as his eyes devoured them.
“Not fair.” Nicole's voice cracked with need. “I wasn't done tasting you.”
As his head lowered to her breast, still pushed together by his large strong hands, he blew against one puckered nipple then the other. “Honey, if you tasted anymore of me our bath time would be cut way to short.” His tongue snaked out flicking across one nipple then the other.
Nicole moved, slowly rubbing friction against his hard cock that was nestled in the curve of her ass. As he feasted on her breast, his hands moved down her body to still her hips. This time she growled with frustration. Reaching around she grabbed his hair pulling him away sliding back onto her knees and before he knew what she was doing she reached under the water gripping him before she slammed onto him sheathing him in his tight warmth.
“Ahhh....damn!” He yelled out, his fangs growing longer overlapping his lower lip. Leaning in she licked one cutting her tongue in the process of riding him hard. He grabbed the back of her head bringing their mouths together in a teeth crashing, tongue grinding duel and then stopped cold. “No!” His voice boomed in the tiny bathroom.
Too far gone with emotion Nicole didn't see the change in his eyes or feel the stillness of his body, she just kept loving him toward satisfaction. Trying to lean into him to taste more she realized he was not pulling her toward him, but holding her back....pushing her back. “What's wrong?” she whispered trying once again to lean toward him. “Damon?” His face had turned to stone and his eyes were a mixture of lust and something else she'd never seen before.
Looking away, he lifted her off of him as he stood jumping out of the tub. Grabbing a towel he dried off quickly and pulled his jeans back on. “Are you still bleeding?” He ask not looking at her.
“Ah no.” She replied confused. “It was just a little nick from your fang. Do you sharpen them babies?” She tried to tease as she got out of the tub grabbing the towel he threw on the floor wrapping it around her now chilled body.
“Get dressed.” He demanded before storming out of the bathroom slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.
Staring at the door Nicole felt her stomach flip, but for different reasons than before. This time it wasn't a good feeling. What the hell was that all about? Wasn't he a freakin vampire who loved blood? Or maybe it was her blood he didn't want and dammit, that hurt more than it should and pissed her off which was a little demented.
Wrapping the towel tighter around her, she opened the door and walked out. “What is the problem Damon?” Nicole walked in the middle of her living room noticing he was on the phone. She waited until he hung up. Standing there with her hands on her hips she glared at him repeating her question.
“I need to go out for a while.” He grabbed his bag shoving things into it, not meeting her eyes. “Jared is coming over to stay until I finish.”
She walked closer putting her hand on his shoulder and died a little inside when he flinched. “What did I do?” Nicole ask hating the pitiful voice that squeaked out of her mouth.
“Nothing Nicole.” He zipped his bag standing up straight not looking into her eyes. “You did nothing.”