Our Chance (12 page)

Nell

I lounged over his body trying to catch my breath.

“Well,” he said, blowing out a deep breath, “you certainly know how to rise to a challenge, Presley.”

“I’m hurt that you would ever doubt me. Anyway, bath time,” I said.

He pressed his lips to the top of my very messy hair. Some of it had fallen out of the hairband while we were rolling around on the bed the last time. “You’re one of the few people I never doubt.”

My heart did all sorts of new things, like trying to exit my body through my chest. No one had ever said anything like that before. My fingers dug into his chest a little as I tried to calm my stupid heart down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Damon moved from under me and I let go to allow him to get up. I assumed he was going to run the bath but instead he wrapped his arms under my body and picked me up. Laughing, I held on around his neck. “What’re you doing?”

“You look thoroughly fucked so I thought I’d carry you.”

“I am and thank you. Would’ve been nicer if you’d have ran the bath then come to get me though.”

He looked down, narrowed his eyes and turned around.

“Where are you–” I stopped mid sentence and screamed as he dropped me back on the bed.

“Women are so fucking demanding!” He smiled and shook his head, showing his humour for the situation. “Stay there and I’ll come get you when it’s ready, your highness.”

I couldn’t keep the moronic grin off my face as he bowed and disappeared.

After a few seconds I heard him sloshing water around in the bath and a few other bashing and bumping noises that I couldn’t figure out. We needed to stop acting couple-y but as long as we were both clear and honest we’d be fine.

“What’re you doing in there?” I shouted after ten minutes. It didn’t take that long to run a bath, surely.

“Almost done, have some fucking patience, Nell,” he called back, making me laugh.

Lying down on the bed, I closed my eyes. Bringing Damon here as a good idea. We were alone a lot but it was usually between work or other obligations. This weekend all we had to do was take a look around a pretty castle with Chloe and Logan and then we were free to do what we wanted. That being each other. Lots.

“Ready! Get your arse in here,” Damon called.

Scowling, I opened my eyes and sat up. “I thought you were coming back to get me?”

“I’m in the bath.”

“What? Why didn’t you wait?”

“Because you can walk from one room to another unaided!”

That was so not the point. “But you said you would.”

I heard muttering and the sound of water being moved around far too quickly. God what was he up to?

“Damon?” I said, kicking my legs over the bed and standing up.

He rounded the corner. Naked. Naked and dripping and covered in bubbles.

Oh hello!

My heart skipped two full beats and then raced so fast I thought I’d pass out. The fluffy white bubbles ran down his arm, occasionally giving me a peek at the ink they were hiding. We had to have more baths together because
bloody hell
.

Smirking, he walked towards me like a lion stalking its prey. I licked my lips, still not looking at his face as bubbles collected along the V. Then because I was so focused on his naked form I didn’t really register him until he grabbed me and I could suddenly see his back – but upside down.

“Damon!” I squealed. “Oh my God, you’re soaking.”

He didn’t say anything at all which was unlike him.

“Okay, put me down now and I’ll get in,” I said as he took me into the bathroom. “Damon. Come on, don’t throw me in.” That’d hurt, right? The tub was full of water but it wasn’t made out of mattresses! I didn’t mind being thrown on a bed but this was something else entirely.

He swung me back and my head spun and I landed back on my feet. “Jesus, I feel dizzy now, you prick!”

Laughing, he gestured towards the bath. “But at least you don’t have to walk all that way from the bed to the bath.”

Narrowing my eyes, I stepped in and sat down. The hot water instantly soothed sore – thanks to Damon – parts of me, and I closed my eyes.

The water rose to the lip of the claw-foot tub as Damon got in the other end and barged his legs around mine. “Fuck, I love it when you’re all wet,” he hissed.

Is he a machine?
I loved sex, especially with him, but I was achy and definitely not about to get back down to it.

“Well you can love it from afar. You’re not coming near me again until tonight.”

“Really?” He said, sliding his hand up the inside of my calf.

“Damon…”

“Nell…”

Cracking my eyes open so I could glare, I shook my head. “You don’t understand the soreness.”

“Yes, I do, I’m just not being a baby about it.”

I snorted. “Whatever, you’d still have sex if it was on fire.”

He laughed, tilting his head back. “I’ll give you that one. Though I am a little insulted you wouldn’t.”

“You’re insulted I wouldn’t have sex if I was on fire.”

“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be on fire.”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Maybe we should have a quiet bath.”

“I’ve got something that’ll keep you quiet.”

“I wonder what that’d be,” I said sarcastically.

“I’ll let you do it. If you want, I’ll let you.”

“I think I’m good with all the sucking for today, but thanks.”

“You’re very good with the sucking but you know what would make you great? Practice.”

Little prick! Sitting up, I cursed him and splashed water over his smug face. “Fuck you, if I’m not ‘great’ enough why don’t you get someone else to suck it?”

His smile spread and his hands circled my wrists before I could splash again. “No one else is here.”

“That’s it! No more blowies!”

Pouting, he cocked his head to the side and looked far too cute. “Now that’s not very nice.”

“Neither were you. What would you do if I insulted your oral performance?”

“Please!” He barked and laughed. Okay so maybe I couldn’t be serious about that because the man had mad tongue skills but still, he was a twat.

“There’s always room for improvement, Damon.”

Frowning, he sat forwards. “Right, lift up your pelvis.”

Giggling as he tried to pull my hips upwards, I batted his hands and shook my head. “I don’t think so. You’re good. You know it. I know it. Let’s just leave it there.”

“Good. I’m
good
?”

Why do I even open my mouth?

“You’re amazing, incredible, the best, the king of making women come all over your mouth. There. Happy?”

He laid back. “Alright, you sound a bit bunny boiler complimentary.”

“What? What does that even mean?”

“You know, when a girl or a guy is embarrassingly cute about their better half.”

“Ah, yeah that does make me cringe. A girl at work is like that, ‘Tom is so amazing, Tom is so handsome, Tom is the best thing that ever happened to me, I love Tom so much’. Ugh, Tom needs to run for the pissing hills. Also, there is no way you found what I said embarrassing. You’re probably disappointed no one was around to hear it.”

“You know you’re probably the best kind of women.”

“Probably?” I raised my eyebrows. “I’m fucking ace and you know it.”

“You’ll do.”

There was nothing worth coming back with because we both knew we were probably the most sexually compatible people on the planet. Right now excluded because I kind of hurt and I wanted to have a lot more sex this weekend. I needed at least an hour to recover.

With Damon being quiet our bath was much more enjoyable, although I did love the banter and teasing.

“We need to meet Chloe and Logan in twenty minutes,” Damon said, stretching his arms out on the sides of the bath.

“No. I don’t ever want to get out,” I replied. Damon wet and naked and covered in snow-white bubbles was heaven.

He laughed. “I can’t believe I’m even in a bath.”

“Think you’ll be doing it again?”

“I know
we’ll
be doing it again.”

Sold!

I stretched my legs out; he took hold of my heel and started massaging the sole of my foot.
Oh Jesus.
That felt amazing. I heard myself moan and then the sharp intake of his breath.

“You’re not developing a foot fetish, are you?” I joked. Honestly I wouldn’t even care if it got me regular massages.

“No, I just like seeing you turned on.”

“Of course,” I muttered. “And that was a moan of appreciation not pleasure.”

“Hmm.” His hand travelled up the inside of my calf, rubbing with a gentle pressure that I felt
everywhere
. “Really, just appreciation?”

Narrowing my eyes, I said, “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I’m just trying to give you a massage, Nell.” He tried to look innocent while his hand travelled further up my leg but it didn’t work. His eyes were too dark, too hungry and gave away his true motives.

I almost clamped my legs together as he reached the top of my thigh but I just couldn’t. Gripping the side of the bath with both hands, I panted, feeling needy and starved of sex even though it had only been about thirty minutes since the last time.

He proved, once again, that he was the Tongue King.

Damon

I hadn’t had a bath since I was a kid. Relaxing in hot water was a waste of time, I preferred to stand under a shower and get it over with. But Nell had completely changed my opinion. Who could hate baths when a stunning girl was at the opposite end? Especially when you could get your mouth on her.

She stood naked in front of the mirror brushing her black hair. The ends reached the curve at the small of her back when it was wet. My eyes travelled down further to
that
gap and I took a sharp intake of breath.

Her eyebrow lifted in the mirror. “Enjoying the view?”

I leant against the doorframe and folded my arms. “Very much. Hey, can you bend down and pick up that towel?”

Laughing, she shook her head and put the brush down. “Now why would I do that? We’re supposed to put them on the floor when we want housekeeping to change them.”

“Do we need new towels after one use? I don’t think we’re being very environmentally friendly,” I replied.

“Damon,” she said. “We have to go in about two minutes and neither of us are dressed. You got my hair wet with all your splashing around so go and get ready and I’ll do as much bending over as you want later.” I watched in amusement as her eyes widened and she spun around. “Not like that! You know I don’t like that.”

“No, I know you
think
you don’t like it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve never even done it.”

“But I’m not saying it’s not my thing. I’d do anything with and to you.”

“Suck my toes?”

Smirking, I shrugged one shoulder. “Sure.”

She pointed and then waved her hand frantically. “You’re weird. Go get dressed!”

I left her to it and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I was ready just as she’d finished doing her hair. She strutted into the room and walked over to her suitcase, picking an outfit. My heart hammered harder every second I watched her slip into skinny black jeans and a hot pink knitted jumper. Even the simplest of outfits looked amazing on her. I loved her casual. To be fair I just plain loved her.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s go, we’re late.”

Standing up, I replied, “I’ve been ready for–”

“Yes, alright, alright!” Reaching out she grabbed my hand and her fingers slipped seamlessly between mine. I swiped the key card off the side and we walked to the lift.

Nell pressed the button and turned around to face me, her hand still firmly wrapped around mine. She pressed her body up to my chest, and I licked my lips. “Are you trying to get me to pick you up and carry you back to our suite?”

I ran my free hand down her side, around to her back and pulled her even closer. Her breasts pressed against my chest. This wasn’t a good idea. I wanted her badly. No matter how many times I had her, I always wanted more. She was an addiction that I didn’t want to break.

The door behind her slid open, she let got of my hand, gripped my t-shirt and pulled me inside. I also loved it when she took charge. “As mind-blowing as that sounds,” she said, pressing the button for the ground floor, “we have somewhere to be.”