I’m having a sensory overload. I can still taste him and, shit, he tastes like sex. I can still smell him, and just that alone is enough to make me want to drag him down to the ground.
I take a step closer to him but then he takes one backwards … away from me. He shakes his head, and it confuses me, because I can see the lust in his eyes. Am I reading him wrong?
“Don’t fuck with me,” he growls. But that’s just it! I want to fuck him so badly, my insides quiver at the thought.
He groans and then moves fast. His one hand slips behind my neck again and he pulls me right up against him. Instead of kissing me, he hisses, “I want you so fucking bad, Cara, but we can’t.”
I feel his hard-on pressing against my stomach and it makes fear bleed into my soul.
“See, you’re not ready. You still have so much healing to do. The day we fuck, you’ll want it as much as I do.”
Frustration washes over me, dousing the heat that was flowing through my veins. I want Damian. I mean who wouldn’t want him? He’s all man, hard and rough, and … those eyes. I let my eyes caress his face, taking in the rugged beauty of the man in front of me.
I’m not sure my want for him is stronger than my fear of being intimate again. He’s right.
“You had a question,” he says, taking a step away from me.
“Yeah, I did.” I clear my throat, tucking my hair behind my ears. I start to walk back to the cabin. “I was wondering, since you’re Alex Jackson now, is Damian Weston your real name or just another alias?”
He walks next to me, and for a moment I wonder if he’s actually going to answer me, but then he starts to talk. “After Leah died, and I killed my father, I had to disappear. Jeff is retired FBI and Leah’s father. I did him a favor by taking out my dad so he did me one by getting me a new identity. The only reason I’ve been able to get away with my job as a cleaner is because of Jeff. He just keeps covering our tracks. It’s weird, because he didn’t like the fact that Leah and I were dating. He didn’t trust me one bit. But after she died and I killed my father, he stepped right in to help me.” He glances at me and then says, “I was Sam Rees but that person died a long time ago.”
Sam Rees.
Such a normal name for such an extraordinary man.
I stop and reach my hand out to him. “Hi, Sam.”
He takes my hand and smiles as he whispers, “Hi, Cara.”
Damian~
Since our kiss on the beach it’s been getting harder every day. Keeping my hands off her is fucking hard.
Everything is harder.
And then there’s the constant semi I’m walking around with. I’ve been waking up with a raging hard-on every morning since the kiss. And just like every other morning I grab clean clothes and go to the shower.
The first two days I felt guilty for picturing Cara while I jerked off, but not anymore. I open the faucets, strip the slacks from my body and step into the bath. I grip my cock hard and bring up the image of Cara’s breasts and pussy that’s been fucking engraved in my mind since I bathed her.
I imagine taking bites of her soft flesh, and when I let myself picture how I want to slam my cock inside her, my hips start to jerk, and I come hard.
Not even five fucking minutes and I come like a teenager!
I quickly wash, dry and get dressed.
Yeah, my morning routine now revolves around jerking off to the image of Cara’s tits and pussy. I’m so fucked.
When I come out of the bathroom, I hear her in the kitchen. When I see her ass in those tight slacks, I keep a safe distance. I’ll fuck her right through those pants, that’s how badly I crave her.
“I advertised in the local newspaper,” I say, my voice gruff with unadulterated lust. “I need to keep busy so I’m going to do odd jobs, helping people repair whatever they need fixed.”
She takes a sip of coffee and then smiles over the cup. “Always the fixer.”
“Yeah.” I force a smile to my face. “I have a job today. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
She places the cup on the counter and walks closer to me. “Does that mean I can go look for a job too?”
“Sure,” I say and my voice goes all gruff again as she moves into my personal space. “Just remember to go by Nina Jackson. If we’re going into town more, we’re going to have to start calling each other Alex and Nina.”
“Sure, Alex,” she says and a smile plays along her lips which makes me stare at her mouth for a moment too long. “Are you leaving now?”
I nod like an idiot. How’s it possible that this woman has reduced me to a walking hard-on? The predator has become the prey. Jeff is going to have a field day when we get together again.