(A/N)
I'm very sad that I only got TWO reviews for this chapter, especially since I've been slacking off for so long and you all had PLENTY of time I might add. I'm sorry that this chapter took so long to get published. This is actually the second time I've written it. The first time, my brother (who had temporarily taken up residence in my guest room) deleted it on accident.
To Maya:
Thank you! If you hadn't noticed, there are a few errors and inconsistencies. There are tons of errors where I was typing too fast and I misspelled a word, and the spell check automatically fixed it. But…it fixed it with the wrong word. And for Katrina Ryan's character, her hair is originally black, but in chapter 4, I said she was a blonde. But if you didn't notice then GREAT!!
To jess:
Thank you for your support! And would you mind telling me what you were skeptical about? Thanks!
Thanks to all who read it but didn't review (Because I know people have been reading and not reviewing…)!
-KieliGirl
P.S.
This chapter has a semi-lemon in it! Skip over the indicated sections if underage or you don't like that stuff!
Chapter 11
He was making me a bit nervous. The way he seemed so at ease made me feel imperfect. I'm sure that he hadn't been up the whole night before worrying about our date. And now that I thought about it, it was just like a lunch date. It wasn't like the real kind of date you saw in movies or anything, but it was just…lunch. Some part of me wanted to stay with him all day and into the night and go dancing or go to a movie or whatever. But that part of me was closely followed by the innocent part that wanted to take things slow.
Although at this particular moment that part was miniscule, all consumed by lust. I found myself thinking of an impossible yet tempting scenario…
SEMI-LEMON
Slowly I turned my head towards Damien's profile with growing intensity, as I said in a controlled voice, "Pull over Damien."He looked over at me with brief surprise. After a moment though a smile broke out on his face as he complied obediently.
The second he did I reached down to the front of his seat and pulled the bar that slid the seat back right before I straddled his hips. He looked at me heatedly, desire burning in his gaze. He took my hips in his big hands and pulled me closer as I stole his lips. I kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone in my life. His tongue slid over mine sending lightning shooting around my nerve endings. As his tongue explored my mouth, Damien's hands roamed my body, memorizing every curve, dip, and arch. I moaned softly into his mouth as his hand caressed the small of my back, his hands dipping lower to cup my butt in his hands. I arched my back severely and threw my head back as he kneaded and massaged my rear. Damien deviously began to kiss and lick up and down my neck, his tongue teasing my collarbone. I squeezed my eyes shut in ecstasy as I felt him ease the sleeves of my blouse off my shoulders. I shivered with anticipation as I felt Damien's magical mouth move down to the top curve of my left breast. Slowly, looking up at me as if asking for permission, he ran his tongue along the curve of my bra. I thought I would die if he moved his mouth. I could practically feel my breasts swelling with want, my nipples hardening with desire. Using his skilled fingers, he reached around and unhooked my bra and removed my shirt, tossed it all to the floor, leaving my upper body bared to his sight. Damien's eyes locked onto my breasts as he gently cupped them in his hands, scraping over my nipples gently with his thumbs. I cried out in frustration, wanting more, which was quickly given to me by his mouth. I gasped as I felt his lips close around my left breast. His tongue licked and teased me mercilessly as I squirmed and writhed in his lap. He moved us to the backseat where he had more room and pressed my back into the soft leather as he continued to torture me. I moaned his name as he switched over to my other breast, leaving the left one red and swollen from his mouth. Liquid fire burned through my veins as he continued to pleasure me, and just as my body was about to peak, he moved away and watched the volcano that was my desire wind down and become calm. I breathed heavily as he started in on me again, and broke into uncontrollable moans and cries as he did things to me that required muscles I didn't even know I had…
END
I blushed deeply at the images that went through my head. Images of Damien taking my virginity. I struggled to hide my red cheeks as I stared out the window.
"Nikki?" Damien's voice broke through the haze and I looked over at him, my face hot. "Where is this pizza place you were talking about?" We were stopped at a stoplight and I looked at him, my eyes softening as I did. He was so attractive it almost hurt my eyes to look at him. But it was most definitely worth the pain.
"It's called Mr. Pizza and it's in downtown, I'll direct you." He smiled at me and leaned over to my side of the car and pressed a kiss to my cheek. I closed my eyes and turned my head so that he kissed my lips. I felt a hitch in his breathing as he kissed me harder. It felt the same as it did in my dream, and he…tasted the same. Somewhere in the back of my mind I felt a smidgen of alarm, but it was pushed away as Damien continued to kiss me. But as I began to nibble his bottom lip, he pulled away, his eyes practically glowing with reigned in desire and his fists clenched.
I looked at him shyly, my cheeks growing hot. Worry seeped into my eyes. "I-I'm sorry…did I do something wrong?" I found myself becoming sad. I had barely known him a day, and already I felt like I wanted him to…well, love me. I didn't want to do anything wrong and the thought that I had sent my heart into a whirl.
Damien was silent. I looked over at him and saw him biting his knuckles on his right hand. His face was tight and his eyes were narrowed menacingly as he glared out the window. Miraculously, the light was still red, since at the moment he looked like he might kill us in a horrible accident. His free hand clenched the steering wheel in a death grip, and I felt a twinge of fear. As if he read my mind, he looked over at me, a worried expression on his face.
"No," Damien said hurriedly. "You haven't done anything wrong, I just…I don't want to move too fast for you. Getting close to you is very important to me." I smiled, but something about his own words seemed to bother him and he turned to look out the windshield with a troubled look as the light finally turned green.
I studied him. "You have lots of facial expressions." I observed. Damien glanced at me in surprise.
"I do?" He asked me, his tone disbelieving.
I nodded. "Yes. It makes it easy to guess what you're thinking." I paused. "Most of the time." He looked over at me with a strange look on his face and leaned in close to me. I inched away from him jokingly, but something about his cold, unfeeling gaze set me on edge. "What?"
Without blinking he asked, "What about now? What do you think I'm imagining?" As he stared at me, I felt that hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I couldn't figure out why until I realized he wasn't looking at the road while he was driving.
"Damien!" I exclaimed, startled. "Watch the road idiot!" I pushed his head back to his side of the car, ignoring his slightly shocked facial expression.
"You just called me an idiot!" Damien said, aghast. I looked over at him, irritated. As if he read my mind, he smiled. "Sorry, I'm just not quite used to that." He said, making a point to stare out the windshield as he said it.
I peered over at him. "Not used to what? Being insulted?"
He chuckled. "Precisely. Before, I lived in an extremely rural area. I didn't go to school, so I was never around people to learn social skills. Imagine an old town in the middle of nowhere. Then imagine a house about three miles away from that. That's where I lived."
"If you didn't go to school how come you are so smart?"
"My father was a scholar and we had a library. Everything I've ever needed to know is in those books."
I looked at him in confusion. "Didn't you say your parents were rich?"
Damien nodded. "Yes, but they were…nice. You know how rich people tend to be a bunch of pompous assholes? They weren't like that. They were there because they liked nature. Simple as that. That's why I have so much money now, because living out there we didn't use hardly any of it."
I nodded, but deep down, there were questions bubbling up. Something about the way he was saying all this made it sound fake. I turned and looked out the window. If Damien's childhood was really like that, my father would be able to confirm his story, due to his ties to the government. The problem was, that was an extremely stalker-ish move, and whether my conscience would allow it was the question if I intended to continue seeing Damien. I sighed, drawing a curious look from Damien.
Relationships are so complicated.