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me?” I asked, my mood taking a nosedive.
He shook his head and pinched his nose once more, his eyes closing slowly. “Look Temperance, just let me by.”
“ No way. I’m fixing this,” I said, grabbing his arm before he could walk past me. I don’t know why I was being so insistent, but it pissed me off that he blamed me for his headaches. That was just an illogical train of thought. Unless I had some kind of super power, there was no way I was responsible for them, but I could at least help ease the pain.
“Come on,” I insisted, pulling him toward the stairs.
“Where are we going?” He seemed anxious and I felt that unfamiliar power swell up within me. It excited me that I could make someone like Damien nervous.
“My room. Apparently I’m the cause of your headaches and since I don’t plan on moving out anytime soon, I’m going to just have to rectify the situation somehow.”
His breath hitched. “How?”
“You’ll see,” I said with a teasing tone. He didn’t seem to think it was funny because he stopped in the hallway and wrenched his arm away from me.
“Tell me.”
I sighed heavily, my previous good mood slowly ebbing away. “A massage. I’m going to give you a massage.”
His whole body seemed to tense and I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “I’m just here to help. Like I said, my mom used to get bad migraines, so I know the pressure points and I’m not too bad. I promise.”
That seemed to appease him because when I opened my bedroom door and led him to my desk chair, he went without much of a fight.
“Remember I just got a tattoo so…”
“I’ll avoid it. Don’t worry,” I said, standing behind him. His shoulders were nearly up to his ears and I pressed them down with my hands. “You need to relax.”
“It’s damn hard when you’re touching me,” he muttered and I wondered if that was a compliment or an insult.
“Stop complaining,” I said, dismissing his comment entirely. “If you didn’t want it, you’d have left by now.”
He didn’t reply which told me he wasn’t planning on getting up anytime soon.
I ran my hands lightly up his neck and watched as his skin broke out in goose bumps. “Do you like it hard?” I asked.
He made a choking noise in his throat. “Yeah.”
“Good,” I said as I began to dig my thumbs into his muscles. “Man, you’re coiled tight. You always like this?” I asked before remembering what he’d said earlier. “That’s right, you’ve only been this way since I moved in. Why is that again?”
He turned his neck, his eyes meeting mine. “You know why,” he replied. His eyes slipped down to my lips and I licked them nervously.
“I’m sure you’ve found ways to cope,” I replied, clenching my thighs together at the sudden image of him touching himself. I suddenly felt that incredible urge to say something outright dirty just like I had in his truck. I don’t know what it was about Damien, but he made me bold. “I sure have,” I nearly whispered, my fingers pressing into a knot in his shoulder.
“Jesus Christ,” he wheezed.
I bit back a smile as I rubbed my hands across his tightly wound muscles, careful to avoid his tattoo. The feeling of my skin against his made my breath come in short desperate pants, and the air in the room suddenly became thick. I could tell he was struggling too because his chest was rising and falling in labored movements. I knew he wanted more than a massage. I knew it. I could almost feel the anticipation rolling off of him. His hands were curled in tight fists and he seemed coiled and ready to lose control any second.
I should have stopped , but I didn’t want to. Ever since he kissed me, I had wanted to finish what we started. I wanted him in a bad, bad way. I traced my fingers along his collarbone before moving up his neck. I could feel his pulse pounding beneath my fingers as I slid up his skin.
“I like this,” I said softly as I outlined the hickey I had given him.
He
He shook his head and pinched his nose once more, his eyes closing slowly. “Look Temperance, just let me by.”
“ No way. I’m fixing this,” I said, grabbing his arm before he could walk past me. I don’t know why I was being so insistent, but it pissed me off that he blamed me for his headaches. That was just an illogical train of thought. Unless I had some kind of super power, there was no way I was responsible for them, but I could at least help ease the pain.
“Come on,” I insisted, pulling him toward the stairs.
“Where are we going?” He seemed anxious and I felt that unfamiliar power swell up within me. It excited me that I could make someone like Damien nervous.
“My room. Apparently I’m the cause of your headaches and since I don’t plan on moving out anytime soon, I’m going to just have to rectify the situation somehow.”
His breath hitched. “How?”
“You’ll see,” I said with a teasing tone. He didn’t seem to think it was funny because he stopped in the hallway and wrenched his arm away from me.
“Tell me.”
I sighed heavily, my previous good mood slowly ebbing away. “A massage. I’m going to give you a massage.”
His whole body seemed to tense and I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “I’m just here to help. Like I said, my mom used to get bad migraines, so I know the pressure points and I’m not too bad. I promise.”
That seemed to appease him because when I opened my bedroom door and led him to my desk chair, he went without much of a fight.
“Remember I just got a tattoo so…”
“I’ll avoid it. Don’t worry,” I said, standing behind him. His shoulders were nearly up to his ears and I pressed them down with my hands. “You need to relax.”
“It’s damn hard when you’re touching me,” he muttered and I wondered if that was a compliment or an insult.
“Stop complaining,” I said, dismissing his comment entirely. “If you didn’t want it, you’d have left by now.”
He didn’t reply which told me he wasn’t planning on getting up anytime soon.
I ran my hands lightly up his neck and watched as his skin broke out in goose bumps. “Do you like it hard?” I asked.
He made a choking noise in his throat. “Yeah.”
“Good,” I said as I began to dig my thumbs into his muscles. “Man, you’re coiled tight. You always like this?” I asked before remembering what he’d said earlier. “That’s right, you’ve only been this way since I moved in. Why is that again?”
He turned his neck, his eyes meeting mine. “You know why,” he replied. His eyes slipped down to my lips and I licked them nervously.
“I’m sure you’ve found ways to cope,” I replied, clenching my thighs together at the sudden image of him touching himself. I suddenly felt that incredible urge to say something outright dirty just like I had in his truck. I don’t know what it was about Damien, but he made me bold. “I sure have,” I nearly whispered, my fingers pressing into a knot in his shoulder.
“Jesus Christ,” he wheezed.
I bit back a smile as I rubbed my hands across his tightly wound muscles, careful to avoid his tattoo. The feeling of my skin against his made my breath come in short desperate pants, and the air in the room suddenly became thick. I could tell he was struggling too because his chest was rising and falling in labored movements. I knew he wanted more than a massage. I knew it. I could almost feel the anticipation rolling off of him. His hands were curled in tight fists and he seemed coiled and ready to lose control any second.
I should have stopped , but I didn’t want to. Ever since he kissed me, I had wanted to finish what we started. I wanted him in a bad, bad way. I traced my fingers along his collarbone before moving up his neck. I could feel his pulse pounding beneath my fingers as I slid up his skin.
“I like this,” I said softly as I outlined the hickey I had given him.
He
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