He'd started calling me baby last night, and I loved it. When other men had called me that, I didn't like it so much. But Damian knew how to shape those two syllables into the sweetest, sexiest pet name I'd ever heard. I even liked it when he called me sex kitten.
"It's weird," I said while he kept teasing me with his fingers, "but I don't feel anxious anymore. I'm not worried I'll make a fool of myself again, and I don't care if everyone finds out we're sleeping together. I want to be your girlfriend, but that's not terrifying anymore. I love it when you call me baby and sex kitten." I settled my hand over his on my mound and bent one knee, my foot planted on the bed, so I could push his hand between my folds. "Touch me everywhere, Damian. Touch me with your hands, your mouth, your tongue, every part of you. I'm done fighting how much I want you."
He chuckled again. "I figured that out last night."
"Good, then I don't need to explain it to you."
"No, I understand everything." He stroked me with his longest finger, making me suck in a sharp breath. "And I know how much you love dirty talk."
"Oh God, yes. Whisper filthy things to me, please."
"Every time you beg, it makes me want to fuck you until you can't walk anymore."
"Keep going. Touch me, talk to me, anything you want."
He slid his hand out from under my palm, laying it on top of mine. "I'm going to make you come with your own hand, but you won't move a muscle. I'll do everything."
I moaned because it was all I could manage to do. He'd hardly said anything, and already I was throbbing for him, in my clitoris and deep inside my body. With his erection plastered to my backside, he moved my fingers like I was an instrument and he was the virtuoso plucking my strings, drawing pleasure out of me like a song. I thrust my hips in time with his movements, feeling my own slickness on my fingers and the heat of his palm on the back of my hand.
"Damian," I whispered while he used my fingers to toy with my clit. "Damian, yes."
"Kiss me, Heidi."
I twisted my head around, seized his nape, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Our tongues thrust in time with the movements of our joined hands, and when he pushed our fingers inside me, I cried out. Just like he'd promised, he swallowed my cry while plunging his tongue in time with the thrusts of our fingers.
Someone knocked on the door. "Damian? Are you in there?"
Damian tore his mouth away from mine and shouted, "Go away, Ollie. We're busy."
He never stopped pumping into me with our fingers, even while he shouted those words. The man had skills, for sure. Awesome skills, like he'd told me.
I moaned, then he sealed his mouth over mine again.
"Sorry to interrupt," Ollie called out, "but I thought you'd want to know your parents and your brother are here. Your mom seems awfully determined to barge into wherever you are. I told her to check in your room first, but she'll be back any minute."
Damian froze with his tongue in my mouth and our fingers inside me.
We both opened our eyes, our gazes locked.
He groaned so deeply I felt the vibrations in his chest. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Okay, we'll be out in a minute. Keep Mom away from the wagon for as long as possible."
"I'll try. But you know how she is."
"Sorry, Heidi," Damian said. "Looks like my family showed up early. I wasn't expecting them until this afternoon."
"That's okay. Maybe I should be gone before she storms the wagon."
"Why?"
His look of genuine confusion made me want to hug him, but I didn't understand why he seemed baffled.
"Your family is here," I said. "Your mom is here. I shouldn't be lying naked in your bed when she shows up, should I? Don't want to make this any more awkward for you than it has to be."
"My mother can be overprotective, but she isn't a monster. She's not about to throw a hex on you or something." He leaned over me, held up by one bent arm, his face so close I felt his breaths whispering over my lips. "You might want to get dressed, but not until after I finish what I started."
"We can't have sex now."
His lips kinked into a devilish smirk. "But I can finish you off."