and it wasn’t my red-haired, freckled face best friend I was looking at. It was Damien Greystone.
What in the ever lovin’ hell?
I opened the window out of shock more than anything else. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer me. He just placed his hands on the window ledge and hauled himself over. I stepped back still in a little bit of shock at seeing Damien Greystone entering my bedroom through the window. “Why aren’t you at Ben’s party?” I tried again to find out what he’s doing here.
It wasn’t until I noticed his green gaze leave my face and journey downward that I remembered I was only wearing my nighttime blue tank top and a pair of white lace panties. To be fair, I had never imagined in a million years that Damien would be in my bedroom tonight when I got ready for bed earlier. Never having been a confident girl, my first instinct was to cover myself up, but he had already seen me in all my big boobs, wide hips and thick thighs glory, so what was the point?
Besides, I wasn’t confused about what he thought about me. My body wasn’t going to make a difference in how he saw me or felt about me.
“Why’d you leave the party?” he asked.
I shrugged a shoulder. “I was bored.” I’d never tell him the truth.
He kept walking until he was directly in front of me. With each step I had to lean my head back to keep his face in my line of sight. Damien was well over six-feet tall now and playing sports had molded his body into a work of art. He may hate me, and I may despise him, but I wasn’t blind.
My entire being froze in astonishment and disbelief when Damien reached out and ran his hand, every so softly, down my neck, over my collarbone and down to my breast. I stood mannequin-still as he held the weight of my breast in his hand and began running his thumb back and forth over the nipple.
His eyes never left mine and, I swear to God, I was on the verge of having a heart attack. He had to be able to feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest. I mean…his hand was right there and everything, so he surely had to feel it? Hell, he could probably hear it. I couldn’t hear anything except the blood rushing through my ears. Because I was a rookie and because I didn’t know what the hell was going on, my chest started to heave in huge breaths giving him more permission to touch me.
My voice was all gargled glass. “Damien, wh…what are y…you doing?”
He moved until his stomach was pressed up against my chest and, running the hand on my breast upward, he gripped the back of my neck and kissed me. He took his other hand and grabbed my hip and held me firm as his mouth did unexpected things to me. I could feel myself being swept away in the tornado that was Damien Greystone when I finally came to my senses.
I pulled my head back and pushed at his body. “No. Stop it, Damien.”
He gave me a smirk in response. “Oh really, stop it? And why would I want to stop?”
I wanted to stab myself with a fork at my next words, but I couldn’t help it. “Y...you can’t come to me after being with He…Heather.” I lifted my chin. “I’m better than that even if you don’t think I am.” It disappointed me when my voice cracked. “There’s a guy out there for me who will think so, too.”
His eyes lit like a fire, and he clenched his jaw. “I’m not going to explain Heather or any other girl to you because you wouldn’t believe me, anyway. All you need to know is that I haven’t been with her in the way you think I have.” He put his hand back behind my neck again and his voice was all male and rust. “Also, there will never be another guy for you, Halloween. Never.”
Damien leaned down and this time he took the kiss. It wasn’t soft or sweet or gentle. He was all force and dangerous energy. My entire body was humming with the sensation of him. His other hand found its way back to my hip and his grip was punishing. It felt like he was kissing me to survive, and I was getting high off the thought.