Only Yours (13 page)

My lips close around her nipple and suck it my mouth. While using one hand to anchor her to me, I slip the other down her stomach and into her bikini bottoms. A shudder rocks me, as my hand feels her wetness. She is soaked, warm, and ready for me.

Only for me!

“Damon,” she whimpers, pushing her core against my hand.

Pulling her bottoms down, I urge her legs further apart, and dip two fingers into her moist heat. She moans loudly, pushing against me, as I spear her repeatedly. I set a fast tempo, curling my fingers with each stroke, and watching as she writhes beneath me, coming undone at my touch.

“Daemon, I need you. Please...,” she sobs.

“Oh, Tulip,” I grunt. Inhaling deeply, I take in her sweet aroma. She smells like a juicy ripe peach. I want to sink my cock into her so fucking bad! She is my very own drug and I can’t get enough. I will never be able to get enough of her.

Continuing to tweak her nipple, and fuck her with my fingers, I lower my mouth to her sensitive nub. She screams out, burying her head in a pillow. I love the way she lets lose, baring herself to me and letting me see her pleasure. I make love to her nub. I push my fingers further into her, pistoning them in her dripping canal, while grazing my teeth over her love button.

“Fuck,” she screams.

Throwing her head back, she arches her back and I feel her core tighten. The orgasm hits her hard, her inner muscles working overtime. I swear her pussy is trying to squeeze the life out of my digits. I blink hard as I stare down at her. She looks fucking amazing. I fucking love this woman.

Panting for breath, she stares up at me with a languid smile. Leaning up on her elbows, she presses her lips to mine. I breathe her in. She opens for me and I plunge my tongue in, tangling it with hers, and owning her small whimpers and moans. Lost in the kiss, it takes me a moment to realize her fingers have shifted and are efficiently working at undoing my pants.

I bite back a moan and pull free from her embrace. I’m going to regret doing this later, but I need to stop this before it goes too far. If I don’t she will wake up tomorrow morning with regrets. She might think she won’t, but I know differently. Until she can finally accept all that has happened between us and not want to kick me in the balls, we can’t go further than we already have.

“This was just for you,” I say wrapping my hands around hers to still them.

“What?” she asks wide eyed and obviously upset. “I...I don’t understand. I thought you wanted me. Yesterday at my home you couldn’t wait to get into my pants. What changed?”

I rake an unsteady hand through my hair and point to the bulge tenting the front of my pants. “Tulip, there is no doubt that I want you. You are all I can think about. Having you naked, and splayed out across my lap right now, is torture on my sanity.” I shake my head in frustration. “I can’t make love to you until I know for certain that you won’t regret it later. You want me right now because you are frustrated and horny, not because you want me to make love to you.”

“Why would...,” she begins, but I cut her off, knowing anything she said, would not be enough to change my mind.

Untangling her feet from my waist, I tuck a hand under her body and turn her around, anchoring her against my chest, and nestling my hands in between the valley of her breasts. She melts into me and I sigh with content.

“I miss being happy with you,” she faintly murmurs.

I glance around her shoulder and notice her heavy eyes. My girl is tired. I hold her tighter to me, not wanting to miss out on this time together. Within minutes she falls into a deep sleep. Wrapping a blanket around her body, I continue to hold her. I would stay just like this forever if it were possible.

Soon it will be.

The city of Marbella is charming. James drove Daemon and I into town right after breakfast. I am not normally big on eating much of anything before lunch, but after seeing the spread Devon had whipped together, I felt bad and indulged on a few eggs and slices of crisp bacon. It was all really delicious.

I was glad to find Daemon busy with phone calls all morning and too busy to join us. I’m embarrassed over my behavior last night. I should have taken care of my own needs when I showered instead of jumping him like a cat in heat. I blame the sea air and romantic atmosphere on my hormone driven state-of-mind.

At least Daemon was thinking last night and stopped us from going any further then we already did. He was right. I would have regretted it and things between us would be worse than they already are. Now that my itch has been scratched, I can hopefully stop having lustful thoughts about Daemon and get some work done. If I get that bad off again, I plan on finding a store around here that sells vibrators. I’ll do whatever is needed not to fall down that rabbit hole again.

I keep waiting on Daemon to say something about it all, but he hasn’t. I don’t even remember falling asleep last night, but I was thankful when I work up in my own bed. Since then, the only thing he has mentioned is our trip into the city today to search out at a few furniture stores. The fact that he has been a complete gentleman has me on alert. I swear he is up to something.

Pulling up to a shopping center not far from Downtown, I follow Daemon as we make our way towards a small shop with a red handwritten sign above the door that reads ‘Rosa’s fine furniture’. The store itself is very narrow inside, but the building is deep and seems to go on forever.

“What about this piece,” Daemon asks, pointing to a white and black marble topped wine bar.

I scrunch up my noise, not liking it at all. “I think that will be too bulky. It will clash with the couches you picked out.”

“Really,” he asks, giving it another glance. “I like how masculine this one is. It is much better than that all-brown monstrosity you wanted me to buy at the last store.”

I roll my eyes and walk off in a huff to find something else. So far today, we have picked out two beautifully crafted chocolate full-size leather couches with fabric insets, and a square Spanish cedar coffee table with a gorgeous copper inlay. Those purchases are the only things we have been able to agree on. For the past hour we have been looking for the perfect wet bar and our hunt is not going well.

“I thought you trusted my interior expertise?” I ask, throwing a hand on my hip. “That is why you gave Cherie that big old check, right? Because I was worth it and the only one who could do the job.” I give him a pointed look, daring him to disagree with me.

He snorts. “I do love that mind of yours, Ms. Dawson, but that does not mean I have to like everything you pick-out. I can’t help that I’m extremely picky.”

“You are definitely that,” I groan. Giving the store another look around, I throw my arms up in defeat. “We need to try another place. I don’t see anything in here that will work.”

His grin widens. “Not true, that marble one I picked out was very nice.”

Oh, help me now!

Tired of arguing about wood and stone, I change the topic to one we can both agree on. “I’m hungry. Do you mind if we take a break and go find something to eat?”

Glancing down at his watch, he gives me a tight nod. With a roll of his shoulders, he reaches out and touches my shoulder, ushering me back towards the door. “I have a better idea. Why don’t we go eat and then call it a day? My realtor called early this morning. She found out the name of the man who crafted most of the furniture in the villa, and was able to secure us an appointment with him later in the week. That work for you?

I nod enthusiastically, grateful that we can finally agree on something.

The restaurant Daemon picked is...unique. Actually, it is a hole in the wall, but the owners seem very friendly and every time I glance around at the crumbling bricks around us or the bright pink and green decorations, he reminds me that the food here is outstanding.

I really hope it is.

Sitting in a back corner booth, I study my surroundings and try to make heads or tails with what’s going on. I thought Daemon would stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this, but he doesn’t. He fits in. Sitting here among the locals, he is relaxed and chats away with them as if he being among them is an every day occurrence. This is a totally different Daemon then the one I met back in Houston.

This one has no cares, worries, or obligations. He is not running around making deadlines and controlling those around him with a simple phone call or command.

I like this Daemon.

“Do you know what you would like to eat or would you prefer I order for you?” Daemon asks, directing his attention to me.

I stare down at the menu I have been holding since we arrived with a frown. Most of it is in Spanish and the parts that aren’t are things I have never heard of.

“I’ll let you do the ordering. I don’t understand half of what this says. You know what I like,” I say to his smiling face.

“Yes I do,” he replies.

His brows lower and his eyes darken to an intimate deep green I know very well. He doesn’t have to say more for me to realize we are no longer talking about food. Images from last night assault me. I blush remembering the way I drenched his fingers and as if it is happening all over again, my body stirs, awakens, and yearns to have him deep inside me.

I cough and turn my head. I’ve got to push my need aside. This is not the place or the time to be feeling such things. He chuckles. His deep voice feels like a caresses on my skin. The effect his presence has on me if unnerving.

“So, everyone treats you like a regular here,” I announce, my brows raised.

“Is there a question in there, Ms. Dawson?”

I nod. “Yes. How often do you come here? To Spain,” I correct.

He sighs. Leaning back in his seat, he studies me. I’m not sure why my question seems hard for him to answer, but he is definitely weighing what or how much to reveal to me.

“I lived here for a month after college. I needed away from everything. Everyone wanted a piece of me after I graduated and I was new to the games people play, back then. It was hard to deal with it all. A buddy of mine who owns a house not far from here. He offered it up and I jumped on the next plane out.”

“Wow. I never knew,” I say, surprise and intrigue filling my voice.

He smirks. “No reason you would. I’m a private person. I’ve been fortunate to keep my personal life out of the media.”

He pins me in place with his green eyes. My breath hitches. Reaching an arm out, he laces it around my waist and pulls me beside him, erasing any and all space between us. Dipping his head down, he nuzzles my neck, and breathes me in.

“You smell fucking amazing,” he groans.

I turn to mush. All thought leaves me as he dusts my shoulder and bare arm with light kisses. Feeling his lips on my skin breaks my defenses, they crumble and fall, leaving me open and vulnerable to him.

Turning my head, I catch his lips with mine. He growls his approval. Our kiss is frantic and consuming. My tongue dances with his, lapping at his unique taste, and wanting more. I can’t get enough of him.

He groans, pulling me to him until I am practically laying across his lap. I am sure we are causing quite a spectacle of ourselves, but I don’t care. My brain has shut off. The only think I can think about is how badly I need him. My hands land on his chest, gripping his shirt and holding him to me. I can feel his hard erection under me, teasing me, and milking a cry from my lips.

In my fit of haze, I faintly hear a coughing sound near us. I ignore it and continue rubbing my tongue against Daemon’s, needing everything he is giving, and much more. Hearing the coughing sound again, reality crashes in on me, bursting the personal bubble we had created.

I pull away from Daemon, feeling my cheeks flush bright red. I am so embarrassed by my behavior. We are not the only patrons in this place and our table is not completely hidden from their preying eyes. People can see us.

Ducking my head, I peer up through strands of my hair to see our amused waiter standing before us with plates filling his hands. Daemon’s body beneath mine, has grown taunt and hard like a statue, his breathing as labored as mine.

Growling low in his throat, he waits until the waiter has finished placing our plates down and refilling our drinks before letting me go. Once the waiter is out of earshot, he turns and faces me. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” His thumb rubs lightly against my bottom lip as his eyes scan my face.

“You’re so beautiful, Tulip. I can’t wait until I am balls deep in that pretty pussy of yours. It’s all I can think about.” I gasp, shocked and turned on by his words. Tucking me into his side, he nods down at our plates, “Eat baby. You need to store up your energy. When you finally give in to me, you’re going to need it.”

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The rest of the day is uneventful. After lunch, we drove back to the villa and Daemon retired to his make-shift office. He has spent the rest of the day there, while I have taken advantage of the pool and worked on my tan. It’s not every day I get paid to lay on my ass and soak up the sun. By the end of our time here I hope to be nice and dark.

Out of spite, I took several photos of our villa, the city, and our surrounding are and sent them to Sasha and Tony. My returned texts made me laugh out loud. I really miss my friends.

Sasha: You lucky bitch. If I wasn’t so mad at your demon cat right now, I might be happy for you. I thought only dogs destroyed shoes. Where did Daemon find this little terror?

Tony: No way! We are so going back there as a group. Are the girls there hot? I bet they are. Miss you baby girl. Come home soon and tell Daemon, he and I need to have a talk when you get back. I wish I known before you left the shit he was pulling on you. Be strong, baby girl.

While Devon works hard in the kitchen making our dinner, I pour myself a glass of wine and join James out on the terrace. The sky is so clear and cloudless tonight you can practically see hundreds of stars dancing in the sky. Sliding into a chair next to his, my smile slips a little when I see his brows pulled together.

“Everything okay, James?”