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
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