Only Yours (12 page)

My eyes light up and I nod vigorously. “I would love that.”

“Good,” he says, his smile reaching his eyes the first time since I’ve sat down. “James and Devon will be around all afternoon. If you need anything, feel free to call on them, or come to my office and find me. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself today.”

Pushing away his plate, Daemon stands and disappears from the terrace. I stay and drink the rest of my wine while enjoying the feel of the sun on my shoulders. Clearing my own plate, I head back to room with the intent of changing into my swim-suite and going to check out the ocean.

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Lounging on a towel with my shades cast over my eyes, I let my body soak up the sun while my mind drifts. I promised myself I would relax this afternoon and not think about Daemon anymore, but every time I close my eyes, my mind conjures up an image of him.

It’s a damn fine image too.

Disgusted with my internal mussing, I grab my bag from beside my towel and search for my phone. Pushing my sunglasses on top of my head, I glanced down at my phone and typed out a message to Tony and Sasha.

Me: Hey guys. Either of you around to talk?

Despite the time difference, my phone dinged right back with a message. Sasha was the first to respond but Tony was not far behind. Knowing Sasha’s type of clients, she probably slept with the phone nestled in her hand.

Sasha: Hey baby girl, how is Spain?

Me: Beautiful, warm, and frustrating. I need help! It’s getting harder to stay mad at Daemon and keep my distance. Remind me again why no sex with him is the way to go?

Tony: Because the man dicked you over. Be strong darling.

Sasha: Did you bring your vibrator with you?

Me: Really, Sasha? No. Daemon had my bags packed for me and he obviously did not think I would be needing that. A vibrator does not solve everything.

Sasha: It does if you use it right.

Tony: Enough. I love you too like sisters, so no more talk about you using a vibrator. I think you scared me. Anyways, do I have a reason to kick Daemon’s ass yet or not?

Me: No! In fact he has been pretty great, which is making everything worse. It’s easier to hate him when he is being a dick.

Sasha: Trey says hi.

Me: Oh. Did I interrupt something? Where you two being nasty. I hope so. Someone needs to be getting lucky since I’m not. I miss getting lucky. I need to get laid. Would it be wrong to sleep with Daemon? I really want to.

Tony: You two are pathetic. I thought guys were the ones who had sex on the brain all the time. Stop talking about sex. Tiffany broke up with me so I am in the same dry spell as you Kelly. We can be frustrated, horny friends together. Wait... that sounded really wrong.

Sasha: lol. That was funny. I can’t keep up with your daily girlfriends. You go through them too fast. You need to fix that Tony. That is sad. I hate to end this fun chat with my two favorite beasties, but I have a big trial tomorrow and I need some sleep.

Me: Fine. I miss you two. Bye

Tony: Peace bitches

Checking the clock on my phone, I groan. So much for my chance to relax. It’s almost time for me to meet back up with Daemon for our night of dinner and swimming. Throwing my things back into my bag, I shift the sand off my towel, and head back to my room to get ready.

Wiggling on a pink sundress over my bikini, I slip on my flip-flops and race down the hallway and flight of steps to meet Daemon out by the pool. My body is still lax and nimble after my day of lying around in a sun and drinking mimosas. I try not to remind myself that I am getting paid to do this. It just seems really wrong. No one should get paid to drink and work on their tan.

Skidding to a stop by the back door, I skim my hands down the front of my dress, and step out onto the back patio. The red and pink rays from the setting sun dance off the water, making everything around us seem rose-tinted and dream-like.

Walking nervously across pool landing, I slow my steps as I near the table. Daemon is leaning against it, his back is to me, while he talks on his phone. I can’t make-out everything he is saying, but I get the gist that has to do with work. Something about spreadsheets, numbers, and orders that need to be turned in.

Not wanting to disturb him. I slip off my shoes, and move to sit on the edge of the pool. Pulling my dress up to my knees to keep it dry, I dip my toes into the water. The cool water feels amazing. I move my legs up and down, making small ripples bounce back and forth between my feet. I still can’t get over how quiet it is around here. Besides a few birds chirping, the sound of the waves crashing in, and the occasional plane zooming overhead, there are no other sounds to distract you from beauty around us.

It really is perfect.

“I love you in pink,” Daemon says, startling me from my thoughts.

I blush. “Thanks, I say, daring to glance up and meet his eyes. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Shielding my eyes from the setting sun, I take a moment and admire the man standing before me. Does he ever look bad? I swear, a hurricane could blow through here, and he would come out of it still looking as sexy as ever. I mean it. Every time I see him he looks down-right edible. Even after my night from hell at the Charity function, when he forced his way into my home the next morning, wearing wrinkled clothing and crazy hair, he still looked good.

It’s not fair.

I watch as he flicks off his man sandals. Pushing them to the side, he takes a seat beside me. Dipping his feet in the pool, he leans back and sighs. He seems much more content and happier than he was earlier today. I don’t know why, but I’m starting to feel a little nervous. Maybe it is the tropical ambiance or maybe it has more to do with the fact that we are alone. I take a deep breath, willing my hands to stop shaking. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure he can hear it.

“Did you get all your work done today?” I ask hesitantly. After the call he just had I am not sure if work is a good topic or not, but I’m at a loss on what else to talk about.

“Most of it,” he says, giving me a panty dropping grin. “I had Davon put us together a small meal. Join me,” Rising up, he extends his hand to me. Swallowing past my jittery nerves, I accept it. As always, his touch warms me, sending tendrils of desire straight to my womb.

We make our way to the other side of the pool where a picnic is already set up on a small table. An abundance of blankets and colorful pillows are set out around it for us to sit on and use. It all seems very romantic and sweet. The exact opposite of what I am feeling right now.

“Where is James?” I ask, glancing around.

When I ran through the house earlier, everyone seemed to have disappeared. All the lights were off downstairs and no voices could be heard. I assumed they were eating with us, but the table before us is set for only two.

“He and Devon went into town for a little while. They won’t be joining us tonight.”

I narrow my eyes. “And why is that?” I ask, rolling my shoulders back. I should have known he would pull something like this. It has not even been a full day and he is already trying to trap me into having a romantic dinner with him.

Ignoring my distain, he sits down and begins pulling out an assortment of fruit, cheeses, and crackers from a wicker basket. I am torn as what to do. Do I sit down and enjoy this time together with him, or do I throw a fit and lock myself in my room? I hate decisions.

“Please sit,” Daemon says, drawing my eyes back to his. His eyes hold mine steady, drawing me into their depths, and making me wish for things I have not wished for since everything between us fell apart.

Against my better judgment, I join him on the blanket. Grabbing a pillow, I prop it behind me and pull my legs up under me to get comfortable. The food looks delectable. Not waiting for an invitation, I dig in.

“James said you stayed out by the ocean most of the day.”

“I did. The water here is amazing. You must not think very highly of our gulf coast after vacationing here.”

He laughs, moving closer to me. He touches the top of my shoulder, his fingers grazing back and forth against my sensitive skin. “You got some sun today,” he murmurs.

My breath hitches as I notice the dark desire swirling in his eyes. God, I want him. I barely recognize the wanton hussy I have become. I swore after Gary, I would be a strong woman who takes what she wants, and accepts nothing less than the best, and yet, after a few days of withdrawal from Daemon’s embrace, I am practically begging for any scrap he will give me.

I pull away and reach for a strawberry, I take a smile bite before I speak. “It is wonderful here. I can see why you choice this place.”

“I love coming here. Trey used to come with me, but he is more of a city boy and prefers to vacation in busier places like Paris and Madrid. I like the quiet.”

My heart stalls for a second. In the past two days I have learned more about Daemon than I ever thought I would.

“
It suites you,” I say taking another bite of fruit.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me across his lap. Clearing his throat, he turns my face towards his. “Thank you for coming here with me.”

I snort. “You didn’t give me much of a choice.”

I catch him trying to hide back a smile. “Keep telling yourself that, Kelly. You are smart and resourceful. You would have gotten out of it if you really had wanted to.”

I blink and take a moment to think that over. Is he right?
Did I willingly accept what he was pushing on me?
At the time it didn’t seem like I had a choice in the matter, but now, thinking it over, I am not so sure. Maybe I could have tried to change his mind, gone to the board and pleaded my case, or came up with another option. My mind sputters, not wanting to accept what he saying, but knowing deep down, that he is telling the truth.

He brushes a hand down my jaw. “Stop overthinking it, baby. It doesn’t matter now.”

Flushed and restless, I shake my head and try to clear away my thoughts. Cursing under his breath, he bundles me against him, and strokes a hand through my hair. I fall quiet. I can’t think about all this right now. I’m not ready to face that truth. Pushing away Daemon’s hands, I stand, and walk to the edge of the pool. Pulling my dress over my head, I toss it onto a nearby chair, and dive in.

The cool water feels amazing against my flushed skin. I swim a few laps, feeling his eyes tracking my every move. Siding up to the edge of the pool nearest to him, I look his way, wondering why he hasn’t joined me yet. I don’t mind swimming alone, but that restless, needy feeling, which has been swarming me for the past two days is back. Not only is it back, but it is ramped up and drowning me in desire. I don’t want to be alone tonight. I want to give in to him and feel his body pressed against mine...if only for tonight. One night to forget about the fight, the hurt, the lies and all the anger.

Just for one night.

Watching her move through the water is giving me the biggest hard-on. She is so damn perfect and she doesn’t even realize it. I want to go join her, but if I do, then I know I won’t be able keep from touching her. I know she wants me, but if I push her too far, too soon, then I will lose her. I’ve got to play this smart, which means, thinking with my head, and not my dick.

Pulling out of the water, she stalks towards me. Her eyes are lit up with lust and her ample body is teasing me beyond all comprehension. Whoever designed her bathing suite deserves a metal. I love the way it crisscrosses over her breasts, pushing her cleavage up for my viewing. I swallow hard. I try and concentrate on what her motive is as he moves my way and not on my throbbing dick.
Not an easy task!

“What are you doing, Tulip?” I ask, reaching for her hand, and pulling her down onto a pillow next to me.

Her eyes are glazed over. I can see her fighting a losing battle for control. I’m impressed that she has lasted this long. I want nothing more than pull her under me and fuck her senseless, but she is not ready for that... yet. She is close, but I can’t give her everything. Not until she admits to herself, and to me, that she needs me as much as I need her.

“No more teasing, Daemon,” she says, giving me a seductive smile. “I can’t take anymore teasing. For tonight I want to forget about everything.” Without breaking eye contact, she licks her lips. “Help me to forget.”

I tense as she runs a finger up my chest. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but seeing her practically begging for me to fuck her, has my cock straining against my zipper. If she wants to forget, then I can help with that, but I won’t be seduced into giving her more, not until I know she can handle it. I am too close to winning it all back. Winning her back. I won’t throw that away for a few hours of bliss.

“Lay down baby.”

I grab ahold of her legs and pull her towards me, placing them on each side of my waist so that I am positioned between her legs. She looks so damn hot sprawled out before me. I curse under my breath, wondering how in the hell I am going to get any sleep tonight after this. My options fall between a bad case of blue balls or jerking myself off.

Shitty options.

Leaning forward I untie her bikini top, letting the straps fall as I peel back the cups, and release her luscious breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” I rasp out, trailing my hands down her body and stop when I reach her thighs. I smile, feeling her body jolt as a shiver runs through her.

“Stop it,” she moans. “I asked you not to tease me. I need to feel you against me.” She is trying hard to sound pissed at me, but her acting falls flat. She has no clue how hard I am fighting to contain myself right now.

I chuckle as she gives me another pout. Her plump lips will definitely be the star attraction in my dreams later tonight. I would give anything to feel them wrapped tightly around my cock right now.

Moving my hands back up her body, I rub them against her perk nipples. Rolling them between my fingers, I softly tug and stroke them until they both form two beautiful hard peaks. She moans and arches her back, asking for more. Being the gentleman that I am, I give into her demands.