Our skin slapping together, our bodies at first slick from the shower are now coated with sweat.
His arms are straining above my head, the veins of his forearms protruding from his skin. Our eyes meet and he lets me see him, unfiltered, animalistic and completely open. He loves me in this moment, but this is also his final goodbye.
With that knowledge, my body reacts, needing to feel every part of Damian, to remember the man who loved so deeply it almost broke him. My hips meet his thrust for thrust, and I give myself completely over to him. My moans are ragged, my fingers are digging into his arms and I wrap my legs tight around his hips. I want him to take me harder, push my body to its limits and love me fiercely one last time.
“Ahh, Addison.”
He thrusts in me hard. “You.” He pulls out and then slams into me again. “Make.” He pushes in deep, his hips grinding into my core and causing me to moan out. “Me.” He does it again, my orgasm just within reach. “Lose my . . .” He comes hard as my body falls with his, our hearts pounding in sync and our breath ragged. “Fucking mind.” He can barely get the words out, his mouth at my ear and his body covering me.
He’s shaking, his body trembling as he buries his face into my neck. He rocks his pelvis into me once, then twice before pulling out and sliding down beside me.
Silence surrounds us. The only noise our labored breaths almost drowning out the running water still flowing in the shower. His hand rests on my thigh and he gently squeezes, his calloused fingers making my skin tickle. After a few minutes, his hand goes slack and his breaths deepen. Quietly I make my way into the bathroom and take care of the shower. Our clothes are scattered on the floor and the light outside has disappeared.
Cleaning up and slipping back into my clothes, I tip toe into the bedroom and head towards the front door.
“Stay.” His voice is hoarse and distant. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” This will only make things harder tomorrow when I leave for good. But I can’t abandon him in this state.
He gives a slight chuckle and as my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, I see that he’s watching me, his eyes taking in every piece of my soul. “Green Eyes, I’d ask you to stay forever if I thought it would change your mind. But since I know you’re hell bent on destroying us, stay one more night. Give me that at least.”
I slide back into bed beside him and nestle close to his side.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he lifts it off my body, then slides my leggings down my hips, rendering me completely naked—again. He moves us under the covers, our heads resting on separate pillows and facing each other.
Grabbing my hand, he begins to talk.
A gentle knock disrupts my highest scoring game of Angry Birds. I look at the clock and realize I’m about to be late for practice and whoever is outside just saved me from getting my ass chewed out.
Grabbing my gym bag, I open the door wide. There’s a tall blonde standing there staring at me with big honey colored eyes. She looks to be a few years younger than me, maybe nineteen or twenty. She’s stunningly beautiful and I’m sure I’ve never met her before, but she has a familiarity to her features that has me staring rudely at her.
“Hi. I’m looking for Damian Revilino.” Her voice isn’t timid, but it’s soft and I get the impression it took a lot of courage for her to knock on my front door.
“That would be me, but I go by Damian Walker now. How can I help you?”
She gently smiles and her eyes shift to something behind me. I’m sure she’s expecting me to invite her in, but I’m late. Being the oldest of seven siblings, I should probably point out that knocking on a strange man’s door and asking to come inside isn’t the safest idea, but I don’t have time for parental lectures today.
“I’m sorry but I’m running late. Is there something I can help you with?”
She startles and her eyes shift down. “Oh, I’m sorry. I can come back. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Stepping outside and closing the door I ask, “Well, can you tell me quickly?”