Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,57
to play hell with my conscience.
She shot me a displeased look. “Absolutely not. You need a hot shower, and then you can get some good sleep, not just a nap. You need to relax those muscles before you pass out. You’ll sleep better and longer. When you wake up, the headache should be completely gone. You’re not invincible, Damian, even if you think you are.”
I nearly cringed because I avoided hot showers like the plague. I stepped into cool water every single morning to get my brain to function after a couple hours of sleep.
I watched, helpless to stop my gorgeous package of TNT as she started to dislodge the buttons of my white button-down shirt.
Holy hell! She was going to get me naked without a second thought about doing it.
She pushed the open shirt over my shoulders, and caught it before it hit the ground. She folded it quickly and dropped it on a nearby dresser.
“Come with me,” she said like a general commanding her troops as she grabbed my hand again.
I didn’t launch a single complaint as I followed her into the bathroom, watched her turn on the shower, and then observed the rosy glow of her cheeks as she faced me again and grabbed the top button on my jeans.
Fascinated, I didn’t move a muscle as she yanked every button free, which was probably considerably more difficult right now since my cock was excitedly welcoming the touch of her fingers on my fly.
“Nicole,” I said with a strangled groan. “I can finish.”
She was fucking killing me. Even though my head felt like it was caught in a vise, it wasn’t like I could exactly ignore the fact that she had her hands exactly where I wanted them to be. Well, almost, anyway.
“Let me help you, Damian. Don’t be stubborn,” she chastised as she pushed the jeans down my legs.
I knew there was no damn way she could have missed my enormous erection, but she’d obviously decided to ignore it.
Which, I had to admit, rankled just a little, no matter how painful my headache was at the moment.
I looked down at her kneeling at my feet, and it wasn’t difficult to imagine her being there for a far different reason than just assisting me to undress.
Hell, yes, my mind was going to go there. I was a red-blooded male, for fuck’s sake, and Nicole was the star of every single one of my sexual fantasies.
How could I not go there?
I held back a frustrated groan as she rose to test the shower water.
“It’s nice and hot,” she announced as she turned back to me. “Do you want me to stay with you?”
For the first time, she sounded a little bit anxious.
“No,” I answered in a strangled tone. “I got it.”
No matter how much I wanted her to jerk down my boxer briefs and greet my painfully erect cock, I knew I was in no position to perform, and the last thing I wanted to give her was a lackluster shag.
She deserved my complete and undivided attention when I drove her into her first screaming orgasm, and every time I touched her after that as well.
Nicole was a woman a guy took his time with, so he could savor every strangled cry that he could drag from those plump, succulent lips of hers.
Okay, not some guy. Me. Just…me. I never wanted to imagine her with anybody else but me.
Ever.
“I’ll just wait right outside,” she said hesitantly. “Just call if you need me.”
I reached for her hand as she started to go. “Nicole,” I said huskily as I wrapped my hand around hers. “Thanks.”
I didn’t want her to feel awkward because she’d been trying to help my sorry ass.
I lifted her hand and kissed it gratefully before I let go.
“Take your time,” she insisted. “Try to relax those muscles.”
I nodded, and she turned and left.
I shucked my boxer briefs and stepped into the steamy shower. I’d just been completely humbled by a woman who’d been driven by the desire to do nothing more than help me ease the pain of a horrible headache.
CHAPTER 19
Nicole
ONCE DAMIAN WAS asleep, I made use of the ridiculously-large-for-being-on-an-airplane shower, and changed into a pair of sleep shorts and a lightweight cotton T-shirt.
I was going to stay with him in case he needed anything, and truthfully, I was pretty tired myself.
I hadn’t slept much the night before. After I’d gotten everything packed, I’d still been restless when I’d finally hit my bed.