Chapter 294: Wasting Time I*
"Let’s... let’s go back to my room. We don’t have time, so you’re going to have to hurry," I said.
The longer we stood outside, the more dangerous it was for us both― I did not trust my sense of rationality to not abandon me the longer Damon’s fingers continued to rest on my hips, promising a wickedly pleasurable time.
I did not want to have a reputation as a cheating exhibitionist!
"That’s what she said," Damon drawled out, earning a heated glare from me. "Lead the way, then."
Even as he said this, he made no move to leave. He remained rooted to the ground, smugness radiating off him. Clearly, he didn’t care about letting anyone see whatever we did in private. I growled and grabbed him by the arm, and his answering smirk sent butterflies fluttering through my tummy.
I made a beeline for my room, desperately hoping that we would not meet anyone on the way. With my track record, I wouldn’t be surprised if Dahlia Elrod popped out from a corner, sensing Damon from a mile away.
Thankfully, we only met a few cleaning staff, but we stormed past them so quickly I wasn’t sure if they could even get a look at who we were.
In no time at all, I opened the door and all but shoved him inside.
"Someone’s enthusiastic," Damon chuckled as he took a quick look around the room. "At least Darach had the foresight to give you a big bed."
"He certainly wasn’t expecting you to show up and use it," I retorted, my heart beating a mile a minute now that I was confronted with the bed.
Damon shrugged and took off his shirt in one quick motion and pressed a searing kiss to my lips, picking me up easily in those strong arms of his and depositing me on the said bed without any warning.
"Damon!"
"You wanted to be quick, didn’t you?" Damon raised an eyebrow as he loomed over me, his body radiating heat and desire as he scanned me with greedy eyes. "If so, you’d better take off your clothes before I rip them off you."
A shiver of desire overtook me at the mental image his words had effortlessly conjured. I could picture it now, Damon easily tearing off my clothes as though they were nothing more than rags and then ravaging me without delay. Wetness gathered between my legs, and I instinctively pressed them closely together to alleviate the sudden ache.
Damon’s eyes darkened, and I caught sight of the way his nostrils flared.
"Take off your clothes, Harper," Damon growled out, his voice hoarse with hunger.
"That’s up to me, isn’t it?" I retorted, even as my fingers trembled with excitement. I pulled off my top and unbuttoned my pants with deliberate slowness, leaving me in nothing but my underwear, the wet stain on my panties desperately obvious against the white fabric.
The air was thick with the scent of my arousal, and Damon’s eyes never left the mound between my legs. I shivered; the scant fabric of the panty barely offered any protection against Damon’s eager, enraptured eyes. He stepped forward, but I immediately raised a hand to stop him.
Damon narrowed his eyes, wondering what I was playing at.
"I changed my mind," I said loftily, "I want to take things slow now."
"I can do that," Damon said agreeably, but my hand remained up.
"No, I need to show you I’m perfectly capable of handling things myself," I said sweetly. A myriad of expressions crossed Damon’s face and filtered through the bond; there was most notably exasperation and excitement, and how could I miss out on the intense arousal?
I felt a sudden heady rush of power. Like this, Damon seemed to be under my thrall. I trailed a hand slowly down from my breasts to the mound between my legs, and Damon sucked in a breath. Just like before, he remained rooted to the ground. This time his chest was heaving, as though it was taking every bit of control inside him to not lunge for me like an animal.
Feeling more confident, I decided to continue teasing him.
"See something you like?" I asked casually, deliberately spreading my legs just a little bit wider so that the fabric of my panty stretched more tightly over my wetness, giving Damon the pleasure of seeing such an obscenely lewd sight.
"You fucking tease," Damon growled out. "When I get my hands on you, I’ll make you regret it."
Another gush of wetness flowed out from me when I heard his words, and I couldn’t stop a tiny moan from escaping my throat. Since I was already going to get into trouble, I might as well leap into the metaphorical fire at this point.
"Don’t make promises you can’t keep," I said breathily as I began to touch my wet slit, taking care to gently rub at my clit through the fabric of the panty. My other hand went under my bra to toy with my breasts. I slowly circled my nipples, giving them soft tugs. "I can satisfy myself well enough."
Damon looked like a man dying of thirst right in front of an oasis, his eyes never leaving the fingers tracing my mound, which was getting wetter by the second. My voice was starting to come out in tiny pants, as arousal clouded my mind.
"I can do it better, and you know it," Damon countered, and his words could have been taken as an argument, if not for the undercurrent of desperation coursing through them. Damon was practically begging for a chance to touch me, and that gave me more pleasure than whatever enjoyment I got from playing with myself.
"Hmmm... I’m not too sure about that," I mused, pretending to think about it. "It has been a long time. I think I’m just fine on my own."
"Don’t tell such ridiculous lies, like you’re not dripping wet right now because you want me to fuck you. It’s been too long since we were together," Damon’s voice cracked near the end of his words, a wordless plea if I ever heard one.
"It has been too long," I agreed.
Damon’s eyes flashed wickedly as he practically ripped his shirt off himself, exposing his muscular stature and defined physique. I swallowed heavily as I watched him strip himself down to nothing, his clothes tossed to one side as though they were nothing more than trash.
"So... why are you still wasting time?"
