His breathing turned labored, and he pressed his hands into the grooves of my thighs where they met my hips, kneading them.
He leaned down, his nose brushing mine as he pressed his chest into me and growled in a whisper, “Winter…”
I gripped his shoulders, feeling the ridge of his hard cock nudge me between my legs as heat pooled in my groin. My heart pounded. I wanted to run away.
And I wanted him to rip off my clothes, too.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
He fell into me, pushing me back against the mirror, and I rolled myself into him, my clit throbbing with the tease of his muscle through his towel.
And I knew…even with as good as he felt and how lonely I’d been, because I couldn’t trust anyone or myself after the humiliation of that video, once it was done, I’d hate myself. I’d hate myself for letting him have a piece of me again.
I turned away from him, pushing at his body to get free. “Get off me.”
But he stayed there a moment, breathing hard.
“Why?” he finally asked. “You seem to like me.”
“Get off me!” I snapped. “You’re not getting that from me.”
I shoved at him, putting all of my strength against his chest, but he just rumbled with a laugh.
“I’ve already had that,” he said, his voice sharp and threatening. “Now I want your sanity. Just a little turn of the screw…”
I scrambled out from underneath him, stood up, and slammed him in the chest.
He stumbled back, laughing again. “All in good—”
“Yo, Winter!” a shout damn near shook the house from downstairs. “We’re here!”
Huh?
“Who is that?” Damon demanded. “That sounds like Will.”
But he didn’t give me a chance to answer. He shot past me, and I let out a breath, relief washing over me as I remembered my talk with Will last night.
Coldfield.
I’d been talking to Will and his friend, Alex, at the party, telling them how fun the new haunted house park was and how I wanted to go back before it closed for the season.
Since I’d kind of left abruptly last time and hadn’t gotten around to everything.
They hadn’t gone yet, and so we said we’d go tonight.
I’d completely forgotten.
After the past twenty-four hours, I wasn’t in the mood for haunted houses tonight, but anywhere was better than here.
I walked out of the bathroom and master bedroom, across the landing and to the railing, showing myself to wherever they were in the foyer below.
“Why are you two here?” Damon asked them, and I startled, realizing I’d stopped next to him.
Great. I was in my pajamas, he was in a towel, and we both just came out of his bedroom. Perfect.