I tried to think of somewhere to keep my phone, but my dress had no pockets. With no other choice, I slid it into the cup of my bra. Damon watched with wry interest.
“Don’t laugh. I never do this, but I need my phone on me for when Julian gets here and I don’t have any pockets.”
“I can mind it for you,” he offered.
“Oh,” I said in surprise. “That’d be great, thanks. Less chance of breast cancer and all that,” I went on stupidly, and was just about to take it out when Damon reached forward and I froze. He ran his knuckles over my bare collarbone, then slid his fingers inside my bra, deftly plucking out the phone. I closed my eyes and swallowed at the sensation of his warm, masculine fingers brushing my breast.
“Three, three, seven, nine,” I said, eyes still closed.
Damon’s voice was a husky rumble. “Pardon?”
“That’s my pin code, so you can check the message when Julian texts.”
“Three, three, seven, nine,” he repeated, and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a mixture of fondness and lust. Okay, so normally I wondered a lot what went on in his head, especially since he was so closed off at times. But in that moment, I knew he desired me. It was the unexpected boob sighting. That had to be the reason.
I cleared my throat and said softly, “I’d better get out there. Poor Iggy must be run ragged with all the preparations.”
He coughed, looking a tad sheepish. “Aye. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I looked at him quizzically and he motioned to the seat of his pants, where he was very visibly hard. My mouth formed a round “O” in realisation.
“Right, of course. Take as much time as you, uh, need,” I said, awkwardly grabbing my wine glass and hurrying out the door. When I entered the living area, I exhaled heavily, my entire body tingling from the encounter in my room.
I was delighted to find a bunch of guests had already arrived, but not so delighted to find that one of those guests was Blake. His eyes trailed down my body in blatant appreciation, but his attention didn’t feel the same as Damon’s. With Blake it was all about sex, but with Damon there was a purity, a certain soulfulness to his appreciative looks. Perhaps the difference was that, unlike Blake, Damon actually cared about me as a person. Blake was all about his own selfish gratification.
It was jarring how clearly I could see him now, as opposed to the rose-tinted glasses I once wore. Though they did say that hindsight is twenty-twenty.
I went and gave Iggy a massive hug, thanking him again for being such a life-saver. Farrah was chatting with Alicia, and Blake had insinuated himself into the conversation. As though sensing his emergence from my room, I turned and saw Damon approach. Our eyes met, and he bent low to speak in my ear. “Julian just texted. He’s outside now and says he’s waiting until he sees the lights turn off to come in.”
“Thanks,” I replied, and clinked my glass with a fork to address the room. “Okay, everyone, Julian will be here in just a minute. I’m going to turn the lights out, and then when he comes in, I’ll switch them on and we can all shout ‘surprise.’” I was met with lots of noises of agreement as I headed for the light switch. Damon followed, remaining at my side, and when the lights went out and everybody grew hushed, he whispered so that only I could hear, “You have beautiful tits, Rose.”
His voice was low and gravelly, and I broke out in shivers, my palm sweaty where I held it by the light switch. My thighs trembled at his husky tone, images flooding my mind. I wished he’d touched me back in my room, taken control and not given me a chance to flee. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t seem to find my voice.
Would, you have a very beautiful cock suffice? At least, what I could see outlined beneath his pants looked beautiful.
A second later, the door was opening and everyone was jumping up to shout “happy birthday” to Julian as he came in, plastering an expression of surprise and glee on his face.
Everything got a little busy after that as I arranged all of Julian’s gifts