Page 23 of Sweet Temptation

I let him touch me. I allowed his tongue in places I haven't even touched myself. I ponder that thought, laying half-naked in his bed while he sleeps peacefully beside me. I let him touch me; I let him pleasure me, and I didn't have one panic attack. What does that make me?

Smiling, I roll over, accidentally pressing my arse into him, causing movement from his boxers. I squeak, catching myself by surprise when I realise it's just his dick. Sighing, I return to my position and pull one of his arms around my body. A raspy voice comes from behind me. "Morning, beautiful."

I shift again, my arse colliding with his hard dick, and my eyes widen at the size. "Stop moving around before I do something about it. You could get your ass up here and sit on my face or put me out of my misery and sit that sweet ass on my dick." His voice catches me by surprise, and I jump away from him.

Damon smirks at me before he pulls me closer until his dick bounces with excitement and whacks me between my thighs. Squeaking with surprise, I jump back again, causing Damon to chuckle. "That's called morning wood, Cinderella." He smirks at me. I scowl at his crotch for being so incredibly inconsiderate.

"You're so damn beautiful, even with bed hair." It sounds so absolutely perfect rolling off his tongue.

"Time to get up, lovebirds!" The door flies open and there's Damien, standing in the doorway with a proud smile on his lips. I squeal in embarrassment, pulling the blankets over my head.

Damon glares at his brother, keeping my body covered. "Get the fuck out, Damien. She doesn't have pants on."

Damien watches me for a second before he heads to the door. "Practice is in one hour! Get up!" he replies, closing the door behind him.

Practice? Oh right, he plays hockey. At least that's one thing about his life that I know.

Rolling over, I groan when I realise I have no clothes other than my costume here. "What's wrong, Han?" he whispers into my hair.

"I have class and no clothes here except for my costume." I scowl.

Damon starts laughing. He's actually fucking laughing at me right now. Sitting up, I scowl at him, crossing my arms. "It's not bloody funny," I repeat.

Damon stops laughing and stares at me. "It's cute when it comes from your pretty lips, with a thick accent." I cross my arms, glaring at him. "You have a pair of ripped jeans here. You left them the night you went to Scarlet's, and you can wear one of my shirts."

One of his shirts? Is he out of his mind? We aren't even an item. I don't know what we are; all I know is I came so hard last night, I saw stars. My cheeks redden at the thought.

"I don't want to go to school," I whine.

Damon chuckles. "It's a part of life, Cinderella. I bet you didn't want to go to high school, but you did anyway."

I nod, sulking, with my arms crossed over my chest. He smiles at me before climbing out of bed and heading for the door with a towel in his hand.

"If you want a shower before classes, you'll have to come with me because these boys are like wild animals and don't share anything," he replies. Shower with him? In the same bathtub? What. "Don't overthink it. I meant alone, just with me in the bathroom, too."

I nod slowly, grabbing my shorts from the floor and sliding them up my body before getting to my feet, then sliding the tube top on and following Damon. Once the bathroom door closes and locks behind us, Damon turns on the faucet.

I climb up on the sink and wait patiently as he strips and climbs into the shower. "Hockey practice, I assume?" I responded a little late.

"What? Oh yeah," he replies, peering through the curtains at me.

I eye the roof and frown, shaking my head. I think friendship is all I can offer Damon. I can't give him a relationship—I mean, I don't think he wants one, but that's all I got. It's not that I don't want to; it's just that I won’t give him my heart until he stops hiding secrets from me.

It may take years, but I'm not opening my heart to someone who keeps very big secrets from me.

My mind ponders the thoughts over until I hear the curtains open, and Damon steps out and wraps a towel around his waist. How do men look so fucking hot with that simple look? I wonder as I check him out. When my eyes meet his, his lips are pulled back in a grin.

"Like what you see?" I roll my eyes and strip before climbing into the shower, then wash last night's mistake from my body as I scrub shampoo through my hair.

I hear movement as I rinse the soap from my hair. Peering out, I watch Damon as he sits on the counter, waiting patiently. "Hurry up, Cinderella," he calls through the curtains.

Rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I wash my body quickly before I turn off the faucet. I then step out and wrap a towel around my body tightly. "Let's go. Sam wants a shower," he replies, leading me back to his bedroom and closing the door behind him. Once in his room, I quickly dry my hair with the towel, then pull my panties up my body before clasping on my bra.

Damon watches me with hunger, and I instantly feel guilty about last night. "We can't do anything, Damon. I think I can only offer you friendship," I reply softly, pulling his white T-shirt over my head. He nods slowly before he pulls his boxers and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans up his thighs. Sliding my jeans up my legs, I quickly button them before brushing out my hair with Damon's comb.

"You ready?" he asks as he pulls a shirt over his body.

I nod, grabbing my phone before following him down the stairs to the kitchen. I catch Sam smirking at me as he rubs his hair with the towel. Groaning, I grab a muffin from the counter and bite into it. Damien chuckles as he ruffles his damp hair, climbing onto an island stool.