Chapter Twelve Kelsie
It was strange to think that one night with the man of my dreams could make such a mess of everything. I was distracted as I reached my room, thinking about how lost Damien looked when I left him on the terrace.
As if he wasn’t sure how to come to terms with our new reality.
I figured it would take time for him to accept it, but in the end, I had a terrible feeling that the friendship we had before was over. If it grew into something else, the kind of romantic relationship I’d hoped for, that would be fine. More than fine, really. I’d be happy.
But things didn’t work out that way.
Stepping into my bathroom, I stripped out of my clothes as I thought about that night. My feelings aside, it was a shame that he regretted it because the sex was phenomenal.
Even as I stepped into the shower, the memories lingered.
I’d mostly avoided thinking about it because it hurt too much, but today, I couldn’t seem to push the memories away.
I wasn’t sure if that was a sign that I was finally starting to heal from the pain of rejection or if I was just too hot for Damien to keep my mind from going there.
All I knew was that the images playing on repeat behind my closed eyelids made heat spread through my body. My core pulsed with need, and my nipples hardened into sensitive points.
Once I’d washed my body and hair, I leaned against the wall of the shower, my mind still lost to the erotic things we did. The water trailing over my skin reminded me of the tingling I felt when he touched me. Adrenaline rushed through me at the vivid memory, and my breathing grew heavy.
Bringing a hand to my breast, I tweaked the nipple while I trailed the other one down my stomach.
I thought about the way Damien’s warm breath felt on my neck just before he nipped my skin and the feeling of his cock sliding through my folds before he sank deep.
So much torturous anticipation, but it paid off.
When I found my clit, lust rushed through me, and I rubbed it in a tight circle with my fingers. Pleasure spiked, and I remembered the way Damien sounded when he came, the way his breath caught at the exact moment I felt him filling me.
“Damien,” I moaned his name, and the tiled shower seemed to echo it back to me. I kneaded my breast and rubbed my clit faster.
It felt good, and I wanted more. I wanted to come, to take the edge off my desire before I had to go to the rehearsal dinner later and see Damien and act like my heart wasn’t still cracked in half from his rejection.
But this wasn’t working. I couldn’t seem to get there.
Frustrated, I moved my fingers faster, and I tried to hold onto the scorching-hot memory of sleeping with Damien, but the harder I tried to reach that peak, the clearer it became to me that it wasn’t going to happen.
It just didn’t feel right. I’d done this before. Thinking about Damien while I pleasured myself was something I usually did several times a week in the darkness of my bedroom, often with fresh memories of ways that he’d turned me on without even meaning to.
But things were different now. He didn’t want to be with me this way, and even thinking about him while masturbating felt almost like a betrayal.
Sighing, I turned the shower off and stepped out. The air was thick with humidity, and the mirror was fogged up. Grabbing a towel, I dried off my body quickly, then started rubbing it over my wet hair as I pulled open the bathroom door and walked out into my hotel room naked.
When I saw Damien standing in the center of the room, I let out a shriek, whipping the towel off my head and covering the front of my body as I backed up a step, bumping into the doorframe.
I winced as pain reverberated through my shoulder, and Damien looked concerned as he took a step closer, but I raised my free hand to stop him while still clutching the towel to my chest.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I snapped, mortified.
Sure, he’d seen me naked just a few nights ago, but that was different. We were both swept up in passion. Right now, I was horridly exposed.
“I came to continue our conversation, and your door wasn’t latched.”
“So, you just came in?”
His eyes drifted down to my exposed legs, and they darkened. “I decided to wait for you to be done with your shower.”
At those words, it hit me. He was right out here in my room while I was touching myself in the shower, moaning, and…
Oh God. I said his name.
“H-how long have you been here?”
Damien didn’t let my outstretched hand stop him this time.
Closing the distance between us, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my body into his.
I stumbled, and my hands went to his chest to steady myself.
I was flush against him, the towel trapped between us.
But then, he ripped it away, tossing it across the room as I gasped.
“I’ve been here long enough to drive me fucking crazy listening to you moan my name.”
“Damien-”
Any protest I might have had was cut off as he crashed his lips to mine. My mind scrambled and lust surged. The kiss was urgent, a hot claiming that melted away my reservations as he licked his way into my mouth.
I slid my hands up to his neck, pulling him closer as he grabbed my bare ass. I suddenly didn’t feel uncomfortable being naked anymore, but he was wearing far too many clothes.
Breaking the kiss, I yanked his shirt up and over his head. The second it was out of the way, his lips were on me again, kissing along my jaw and down my neck. I traced the muscles of his chest and abdomen as he guided me toward the bed.
I loved that he was taking charge like this, with a driving need that told me wanted this as much as I did. Whether he had romantic feelings for me or not didn’t matter right now. We had a physical passion that was unmatched.
I ended up on my back on the bed, and Damien grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge of the mattress. Then, he sank to his knees.
I propped my upper body up on my elbows so that I could look down at him, watching as he slid his hands up my thighs, spreading me wide. He glanced up, meeting my eyes as a wicked grin spread over his face.
“As I remembered what happened that night, I couldn’t believe I missed the opportunity to do this.” He looked down at my pussy, licking his lips. “Now, I’m getting a taste.”
Lowering his head, he licked up my center in one slow stroke from my entrance to my clit, and I collapsed back onto the mattress with a ragged cry.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned against me, his voice muffled. “I knew you’d taste so sweet.”
With that, he got serious about devouring me.
His tongue was everywhere, gliding through my wet folds and dipping into my entrance and swirling over my clit until I saw stars.
My hands ended up in his hair and my legs tightened around his head.
He didn’t recoil when my hips thrust up.
Instead, he lapped at me like he never wanted to stop.
So, I went wild, riding his face while my fingers tightened in his long brown hair.
I was moaning nonstop, finally chasing the orgasm that I couldn’t manage to give myself in the shower.
When it hit, it was like lightning, ripping through me as I cried out his name. My toes curled, and my heart raced.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. “Oh God, Damien…”
He kept licking as I rode out the pleasure. The second it passed, I released his hair, and he surged to his feet. His hands shook as he fumbled with his pants, ripping open his jeans and shoving them down with his underwear so that his erection jutted out toward me.
“You’re on birth control, right?” he asked.
I nodded. I’d told him that on the night we slept together because neither of us were expecting to have sex, so we didn’t have condoms. If it was anyone else, I still wouldn’t have done it.
But this was Damien, and I trusted him. Besides, I didn’t want anything between us, then or now.
Getting on top of me, he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder and lined himself up at my entrance.
“Kelsie,” he said my name reverently, looking down into my eyes. I had to look away from the affection I saw there, refusing to let my heart be a part of this. I couldn’t go there, not again.
He didn’t say anything else, and I soon lost myself to pleasure as he pushed himself inside of me, his cock sinking deep in one smooth stroke that made me gasp and shudder.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”
I shook my head at those words, but I didn’t argue with him because he started to move, drawing a broken sound from me as I fisted the sheets on either side of my body.
He was bigger than any other man I’d been with, and the stretch was so good, driving me insane with pleasure.
The angle of my hips allowed each deep thrust to hit me just the right spot, and as he rode me harder and harder, I found myself once again at the edge of the precipice.
Damien bent his upper body over me, pressing his lips to mine again, and that was when my second climax shattered me.
My fingernails scraped down his back, my mouth breaking away from his as I tossed my head back and let out an incoherent sound of ecstasy.
“Kelsie…” Damien groaned, his thrusts growing uneven and frenzied. “Your pussy’s squeezing the life out of me. Are you ready? Ready to be marked as mine?”
I couldn’t even respond in the throes of my orgasm, but it didn’t matter. He was already there, groaning and growling as he drove himself deeper than ever and succumbed to his own pleasure.
For just a moment, it was amazing. His weight on top of me. His release flooding my core. His warm breath on my skin as he rested his forehead against mine.
I was beyond satisfied, and the intimacy of it was overwhelming. Then, I felt a familiar rush of love for this man. On the tail of that, reality crashed over me.
Damien was still on top of me, pinning me down but careful not to crush me with all of his weight. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, even though I knew I didn’t have much of a chance of moving him if he didn’t want me to.
But Damien wasn’t like that. He shifted his weight off me immediately, moving to my side and sprawling on his back with a dazed smile on his face. I sat up, still trying to catch my breath.
I told myself this wasn’t a mistake. Sex didn’t have to mean anything, so it didn’t have to be something to regret. As long as both went into it with the same expectations, there was nothing wrong with seeking a physical release with the best lover I’d ever had.
A hand came to my back, tracing lazy circles, and I looked over at Damien. His face was flushed and there were scratches on his arms that I barely remembered putting there. He was utterly relaxed, the picture of male satisfaction.
His blue eyes gleamed. “That was…”
He trailed off, as if searching for words. I nodded, understanding what he was saying.
“It was a great time, just what I needed to release some tension.” I stood, and he shamelessly ogled my naked body. “Thanks for that. I’m going to get cleaned up, but I’ll see you at the rehearsal dinner later.”
Leaving him lying on the bed, I headed toward the bathroom, thinking that I really needed to take another quick shower before the rehearsal dinner. I’d just grasped the doorknob when Damien spoke in a voice dripping with concern.
“Wait. Kels, we should probably discuss what just happened.”
And hear him tell me it didn’t mean anything? That he still just wanted to be friends? No need. I already knew all that.
“Don’t worry,” I said in the breeziest voice I could manage as I looked back at him over my shoulder. “This won’t change a thing between us.”
Going into the bathroom, I closed the door firmly behind me and headed to the shower once again. I just hoped that when I came out of the bathroom, he was gone.