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I had never felt theneed to comfort a man in my entire life until that very moment. Istepped into his body and wrapped my arms around his muscular waistbefore going on my tiptoes to take his mouth. I licked at his lipsuntil he allowed me entrance. Our tongues danced together before Isucked at his. He groaned roughly and I could feel him hardeningagainst my belly.
When I pulled away,he looked at me with such heat I nearly melted into a puddle at hisfeet. I smiled up at him. “You didn’t fail me. It was just a baddream,” I clarified before giving him a short peck.
He grinned down atme but it almost looked forced. He had disappointed himself andneeded time to deal with it. He stepped back and finished washingme with loving touches.
When he was donewith me, he quickly washed himself before shutting the water off.He dried me slowly and thoroughly. I let him take care of me,reveling in the attention he lavished on every body part hetouched. When he got down on his knees to dry my legs, I threadedmy fingers through his still dripping wet hair. I leaned down andkissed him tenderly.
“A girl could getused to this,” I teased.
“That’s the point,Red.” He flashed me his crooked grin before returning to histask.
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After our steamyshower, I dressed for work. Forgoing a bra altogether, I put on awhite silky thong before my garter belt and stockings. Choosing alight-blue crisscross halter top, a cream-colored pencil skirt, anda pair of Louboutin’s to match.
I felt hot as Idressed but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the houseand everything to do with the Latino that watched me. He sat,sprawled on my chaise, with only a towel around his lean hips as hewatched me with a scalding gaze. I could see the evidence of hisexcitement from watching by the tent of the towel.
He had only movedonce. Leaning forward to pull me to him after I attached mystockings to my garter belt. He’d run his fingers under thematerial against my skin before looking up at me.
“I like this,” wasall he said before he lightly rubbed his thumb across my clitorisabove the silk of my panties. He’d then grinned a deviant grinbefore smacking my ass and stood to get dressed himself.
I was reminded ofthe first morning after he’d stayed the night. We had just gottenout of the shower when I asked him about his clothes. He simplysmiled and walked out the front door. I’d hoped my elderlyneighbor, Mrs. Howel, wasn’t outside tending her garden that early.The poor woman would’ve seen Damon in nothing but a towel andpromptly had a heart attack.
He returned withinminutes, gym bag in hand. I couldn’t keep the giggle out of myvoice as I said, “Confident in your ability to win me back, wereya?” He kissed my nose before walking to the bedroom, bag in tow.“Very,” was all he said as he disappeared.
When he reappearedfully dressed, I had a hard time not wanting to undress him allover again. He filled out that pair of blue jeans like a model in aCalvin Klein ad. The black t-shirt he wore molded to every muscleon his big torso. The sleeves looked drawn tight as they formedaround his biceps. He had on a brown shoulder holster that held hisfirearm. His long chain holding his badge shined like a beaconaround his neck. I didn’t know I was one of those women who hadcertain feelings for a man in uniform, but damn, I was quicklybecoming one.
He’d caught mestaring and gave me that crooked grin. “I normally wear a suit towork, but I didn’t want it to wrinkle in my gym bag so I broughtthis. If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll never wear a suitagain,” his deep rumbling voice broke my stare.
Ever since thatmorning, he had dressed similarly almost every day. The fact thathe did it just because he knew I liked it made butterflies flutteraround my stomach.
This last week hadbeen the change I didn’t know I needed. Every morning we would getready for work together, most of the time starting our day with afrenzied romp in bed, or the shower, or the living room, or anyroom really. We fucked like horned-up teenagers daily and I lovedevery second of it.
After we found ourecstasy in one another, we would leave for work at the same timeevery morning. Afterward, we would meet up at either my house orKrav Maga. In class, Damon would partner up with Jo and I each timeand teach us new moves. He was an intense instructor but I loved achallenge. I always left class sore but feeling just a little morestrength each day.
At the end of everyday, we would return to my house and find solace in one another’sarms again. It was like we couldn’t wait to get our hands on eachother again.
When we had firststarted this relationship, I thought for sure that Damon would getsick of me after so long. After all, I was nothing if not a littleneurotic. But, to my surprise, we had only seemed to grow closerthis last week. I couldn’t help the giddy feeling I always gotaround the end of the day. My excitement to see him felt strangebut good. Coming home to someone every day elicited feelings in meI had never experienced.
When he didn’t bringhim here for the night, Damon would go home to check on Boone.Feeding and spending a few hours playing with him. I hadn’t gottenup the nerve to go back to his house with him yet. I just knew thatif I returned, I would never want to come back here. That thoughtstill scared me enough to make excuses as to why I couldn’t go withhim. I was still a coward but he was gracious enough not to pushme.
The worst thingabout this last week, other than the constant nightmares, was myincreasing anxiety over not being able to find Fiona. The fact thatshe had stopped greeting me when I would get home was reason enoughto be worried, but she had also stopped doing the things that hadbecome her routine as well. Like rubbing against my legs while Igot ready every morning. Or, how she normally slept at my feetevery night.
I had myselfhalf-convinced in the beginning when she had stopped doing thosethings, it was because Damon was here. She was a one-person type ofcat, meaning she didn’t really like other people invading herspace. Not that she really ever had to deal with it, seeing as Inever let people come to my house in the first place. But on theoff chance that someone did come over, she would often hide untilthey left.
I let it go for thefirst couple of days until I noticed that her food bowl hadn’t beentouched. Surely she would have snuck out of her hiding spot whenDamon wasn’t around to at least eat, but it seemed she hadn’t inthe last week and I was really starting to get concerned.
I’d walked allthrough my house calling for Fiona to no avail. I’d even resortedto walking around shaking her favorite bag of kitty treats.Nothing. Not even a single meow. Each day that passed with no signof her only caused me to worry even more. Soon, Damon was helpingme, even checking my basement for signs of her.
“Where could shebe?” I’d questioned.
“Maybe she gotoutside somehow and is just exploring,” he offeredreassuringly.
I nodded my head butdidn’t really think that was the case. Fiona was a pampered housecat in every sense. She never wanted to go outside. In fact, theonly time she had been out was when she got out of the car after mypanic attack. She had promptly bolted back inside the house at theearliest opportunity.
I pulled myself backto the present as I made us both a breakfast of my usual and we satin comfortable silence as we ate. We took turns every morningcooking breakfast. I had to admit that it felt nice to break frommy normal routine. It also felt nice to have someone sitting at thebig table with me.
When we’d finished,Damon took our plates and washed everything while I got our travelcoffee mugs ready to go. Before I knew it, it was time to leave forwork. Damon pulled me in for a scorching kiss then opened the doorfor me. When he kissed me like that I couldn’t wait for the day toend just to see him again.
