Page 81 of Give In
Or I could give in a little.
My decision was instantaneous. Stupid, impulsive, shortsighted, and reckless, but instantaneous.
I didn’t swivel my hips. It wasn’t slow and sensual. There was no thumping beat, physics bending twisting, or exaggerated hair flipping.
With no theatrics, I met his unwavering gaze as I unzipped my hoodie and pushed it off.
His pupils dilated, leaving barely a ring of blue.
My shoes and yoga pants were kicked off and added to the pile.
His jaw clenched, the muscles in his shoulders visibly bunching.
Gripping the bottom of my top, I pulled it over my head and dropped it.
No longer blank or cold, he was an inferno of unbridled heat.
It wasn’t the first time I’d taken my clothes off for him. Standing in my bra and panties, it wasn’t even the most exposed I’d been. But it was different. It wasn’t about work or tips or even his gruff order. It was because I wanted to.
Which meant I’d never felt more bare.
Damien reached out and grabbed my hips. Pulling me closer, he looked up at me, his scruffy chin skimming the sensitive skin of my stomach. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”
I shook my head, unable to form words as his hands slid to cup my ass.
“I wanted to fuck you the very first time I saw you. But I’ve wantedyousince I heard you speak. Never wanted anything more, and it’s only grown.”
My brows lowered. “I don’t understand the difference.”
“You will.” He pressed his lips to the skin above my panties. Moving to hold my hips again, he pulled me down as he fell back with his legs bent off the bed.
Straddling him, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down.
Damien tightened his grip, stilling my movements. “Take off my shirt.” He lifted onto his elbows. Happily pushing my hands under his long sleeve t-shirt, I’d barely felt a single one of his abs when he stopped me. “I said to take it off, not touch me.”
I paused for a moment, trying to read him. Something was different, but I didn’t know what. Grabbing his shirt, I pulled it up. His muscles clenched and tightened as he shifted so I could remove it and toss it behind me. I couldn’t touch, but my eyes greedily took him all in.
His abs and chest were defined, hard ridges. I’d known he was in shape, but I hadn’t realized how much so.
“Now my pants,” he ordered, staying up on his elbows.
Shifting back, I nearly fell off the bed in my haste to remove the pesky fabric barrier. I got my bearings enough to be somewhat graceful as I dropped to my knees and reached for his waistband. His hand covered mine, and my gaze shot to his.
They were filled with a visceral satisfaction that branded me as he greedily took in how I looked right then, kneeling before him.
He held the eye contact for a few intense beats before removing his hand.
My hands shook slightly as I undid the button and tugged carefully at the zipper, my knuckles dragging against his hardness. It jerked under my touch, and Damien’s hips shot up. They stayed like that as I tugged his jeans down, dumping them and his socks and shoes onto the heap of my clothes.
Like with knowing what side of the bed he slept on, the image of our discarded clothes piled together was too intimate.
The panic I felt budding didn’t have the chance to bloom before Damien’s hands spanned my ribs, lifting me to straddle him again. Weaving his hand into my hair, his lips crushed mine, his hips thrusting to press against me. Still confined by his boxer briefs, only the base of his cock rubbed where I wanted him most, the rest of his intimidating length curving along his pelvis. The barriers of fabric between us were thin but might as well have been a brick wall.
Just the tease of him was enough. Like they had a dirty mind of their own, my hips rocked faster.
Rolling us so he was on top, he tore his mouth from mine to bite out, “Up the bed.”
We both scooched to the top of the bed, though his mouth on my neck and collarbone were distracting.
