to kiss and touch, their need palpable, I felt Damon’s eyes on me again. I didn’t even have to look. The heat radiating off him was almost too much to bear. My cheeks grew flushed and I shifted in place, squeezing my thighs together to dull the ache being this close to him created. If I were alone, I knew I wouldn’t be aroused like this — it was the words, the picture they were painting, combined with his presence, that had me teetering on a knife’s edge, wishing for the courage to simply grab him and press my mouth to his.
Blessedly, the scene didn’t go on for too long, and I was glad. I wasn’t sure how much more I could listen to without spontaneously combusting. Warmth met my skin then, and I looked down to see Damon take my hand into his. I glanced up into his soulful brown eyes and saw a world of want and need there. To my dismay, he didn’t do anything but press his fingers into the cushion of my palm, drawing lines up and down that made my spine tingle.
I inhaled a sharp breath when his thumb brushed over the inside of my wrist, his gaze flaring at my reaction. You’d swear he just shoved his fingers inside my underwear instead of simply touching my wrist. My mouth fell open as he studied me, a question in his expression.
Do you want me like I want you?
Yes.
I hoped he could see my answer. Damon’s attention fell to my lips, his gaze turning dark, when a few cast members passed outside the door, chatting noisily. He dropped my hand, and a moment elapsed before Iggy entered the room, clearly having been searching for me. He stood in the doorway, glancing between the two of us, then cleared his throat.
“Rose, we just had a delivery arrive downstairs. I need your help taking it to the storage room.”
“Oh, right, sure,” I said, dusting the few sandwich crumbs from my lap. When I stood, my earbud fell out, and I saw Damon was holding my iPod as he pressed “pause” on the story. He wrapped everything up and handed it to me, his fingers brushing my hand again. My skin ignited at his touch, and I tried to come down from the high of whatever it was we’d just shared.
“I can help,” he offered, but Iggy waved him off.
“No need. It’s only a small delivery. Rose and I can handle it.”
I shot Damon a hesitant smile as I left, and followed Iggy downstairs. My boss didn’t ask any questions about what he’d just walked in on, but instead he put me to work carrying boxes of new stretching mats upstairs to the storage room. Once there, I began taking inventory of the old ones and organising to have them disposed of. All the while I could still feel Damon’s hand on mine, still see the way his eyes had devoured me, and I wanted to be back there. It was the most arousing experience of my life, and we hadn’t even been doing anything sexual.
Alone in the storage room, I began to visualise what it would be like to be naked with Damon, to have his big, strong body over mine, taking control. A tidal wave of desire washed through me and I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.
I felt somebody’s presence in the room before a hot hand landed on my shoulder. The warmth sank into me, and I knew it must be Damon. He was still feeling what had happened between us, just like I was, and I was relieved that he’d come for me. Come to give me more than just a touch on my hand.
His fingers moved from my shoulder up to my neck, his thumb skimming the sensitive skin below my ear, and I moaned. He let out a breath that sounded surprised, and I moved my bottom into him, feeling him hard as stone as I pressed back. His arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me closer to his body. Lips whispered over the back of my neck, and I moaned a second time.
“God, I’ve missed this.”
I froze, my eyes going wide as I stood there in horror. That hadn’t been Damon’s voice. It was Blake’s. And suddenly everything that was wrong with the situation hit me at once. He didn’t smell like Damon, his lips weren’t as soft, and his arms were sinewy dancer’s arms, not thick workman’s arms, arms that