Page 7 of Curvy Cabin Fever

ARIA

T he door opens to a softly lit room, and I suck in a breath at the sight of a shirtless Damien gazing at me from the left side of the bed.

Holy shit.

The air leaves my lungs. Damien is all hard muscle and tanned skin, his abs defined, his shoulders broad. The warm glow from the bedside lamp makes it worse—or better—I don’t even know anymore.

I should look away. I should not be standing here like a rabbit in headlights.

But then his gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate, like he’s deciding exactly what to do with me.

His lips curl, eyes darkening.

“Get into bed, Aria.”

My legs obey, though they feel shaky beneath me.

I cross the room too quickly, too eager to follow his command—and I hate that he knows it.

The sheets are cool as I slide in; then exhaustion hits me. The room is warm—warmer than I expected—but the wind howls against the cabin, rattling the windows. I shiver, curling into myself.

The bed smells like him. Clean, masculine, something dark yet inviting.

Then the thunder cracks, loud enough to shake the window.

I jolt, my breath catching in my throat.

Before I can think, an arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back against a solid, warm chest. His body molds against mine, hard muscle pressing into soft curves.

His heat is everywhere, his scent wrapping around me—something forbidden and male and intoxicating.

His breath brushes my neck, a slow exhale that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Shhh,” Damien murmurs, his lips grazing my ear. “I’ve got you.”

My pulse hammers, but I don’t pull away. I should—I barely know him. But right now, in the middle of this storm, in a strange place, I feel safe.

And that terrifies me more than anything.

His body presses against mine, his heartbeat strong and steady against my back. I curl into him, exhaling slowly, my breath shaky. Before I can stop myself, I’m tilting my head ever so slightly to look at him, surprised when I see him staring back at me in the darkness.

“You’re something else, Aria, you know that?

” he rasps, his hand pulling me closer. “I feel like fate brought you here tonight for me.” He shakes his head, almost like he can’t believe the words either.

“I don’t let people in; I haven’t for a long time.

But then you show up—and I feel like I’ve known you longer than a few damn hours. ”

My heart slams in my chest at his words, a dizziness washing over me at his proximity. “Like a pizza?” I mumble, my cheeks coloring as he chuckles, a soft roll of breath against my cheek.

“My favorite pizza. With extra toppings.” He slides his hand across my stomach, and I instinctively grab it, not wanting him to feel my flabby skin. Not when he’s so toned and perfect. I’ve never been with a man so… god-like . It makes me feel hideous, and I hate it.

I turn on my back, which probably isn’t a good idea, as he’s now staring down at me, resting on one elbow. His hair falls into his eyes, and I swoon.

I swallow hard, my grip on his fingers increasing. I should say something. But the words won’t come.

Damien stills, his grip unwavering. And even in the dark, I see it—the frown, the disapproving line of his mouth.

“Aria.” His voice is low and rough, a blade of emotion cutting into me. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”

I suck in a sharp breath, my fingers tightening around his. I should answer. I should push him away.

But I can’t.

I exhale shakily. Because now he’s above me, watching me intently.

Something inside me cracks at the sight of him resting on one elbow, his hair falling into his eyes.

Holy hell.

He wants to touch me ?!

“It’s not that I?—”

His eyebrows lift, eyes scanning mine as he waits.

“—don’t want you to touch me, it’s just…”

I’m fat and you’re not. There, say it.

“You’re insecure,” Damien says slowly, shaking his head. “Is that it?”

I can’t breathe.

My cheeks throb with humiliation, my eyes stinging with tears as I turn away, refusing to let him see me cry. I’ve been here too many times, and tonight, in bed with this god-like creature, I won’t break.

Because he’s right—I am insecure. Even if Damien wasn’t so beautiful, I don’t like anyone touching my stomach. I’m a lights-off kinda girl, and that won’t change.

“Aria.” Damien’s voice is a low and husky, like he’s holding himself back. His fingers trail slowly over my cheek, then lower—his thumb brushing my bottom lip, the way a man does when he’s about to ruin you.

He tilts my chin up, eyes searching mine. “You are fucking beautiful.” His voice is gravelly and hot. “So fucking perfect for me.”

He tilts my chin higher.

“I want to feel you break beneath me, Aria. I want you breathless, begging, shaking apart in my arms.”

My heart skids to a stop, and I can’t help but suck in the air he releases, his lips inches from mine. “Damien…”

He leans in, and I realize he’s about to kiss me. His lips hover just above mine before he claims me.

My fingers reach up, losing themselves in his hair as his lips slam onto mine possessively, his tongue seeking entrance as I gasp.

He moves me so I’m beneath him, his arms caging me in as he devours me.

His hips thrust against my core, and my legs move to accommodate him.

His growls swallow my whimpers, and I swear to god, I’ve never felt so desired in my life.

He tastes better than he looks. I panic about the white wine residue in my mouth, but to be honest, I don’t think he cares.

His hands—god, his hands—are roaming over my thighs, my stomach, my breasts.

He breaks our kiss like a man possessed, his mouth moving to the soft skin of my neck as he sucks and bites ever so gently.

Holy shit!

“Damien,” I moan with a heavy exhale, my legs wrapping around him as his tongue sweeps over my collarbone. “This is crazy.”

“What’s crazy,” Damien murmurs, his fingers loosening the buttons on my shirt, “is that you are wearing anything at all in my fucking bed.” He pulls away, and I reach for him instinctively, but he tugs the shirt over my head in one fluid motion, forcing me to lift my arms and half sit up as he does.

“Damien!” I squeal, my hands moving to cover my breasts before I can stop myself.

Oh my god, I hope he doesn’t touch me there.

Not where he’ll feel the soft parts of me, where he’ll compare me to the perfect women he must have been with before.

My stomach clenches, my heart hammering against my ribs. But Damien doesn’t hesitate.

He moves over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against my lips.

“Yes, Aria?” Damien is over me again, forcing me back onto the bed, my chest heaving with each ragged breath I take. His eyes burn into mine before he stares down, removing my hands from my chest. “Don’t ever cover yourself from me.”

Oh, my god.

“This body,” he says, gritting his teeth and ducking his head so he’s close to my breasts, “is fucking perfect. I want to see every inch.”

“Wait,” I respond breathlessly as he stops, his eyes locking onto mine. “I can’t do this. I barely know you.”

I know, what a fucking cockblocker I am, but I haven’t even showered since I left Denver this morning.

I can’t have sex!

Especially not with this… fine specimen !

“You’re made for me,” Damien insists, sweeping his tongue around my areola, forcing my legs to straighten as a zing ricochets through my body.

“Fuck!” I hiss, but he sucks harder, his hand cupping my breast so he can fit more of it in his mouth.

“We don’t have to fuck yet,” Damien mumbles against me, his hips thrusting against my soaked panties. “We can…” Another thrust. “Get to know each other.”

I can’t move as my core pulses, throbbing around his giant fucking dick.

There’s no way that would fit inside of me, anyway!

“What’s your surname?” Damien rasps, his teeth grazing my nipple.

Jesus!

“Whitmore…” I gasp, breaths arresting my throat.

“Cute. Mine is Cross.”

Another thrust, another flicker of his tongue.

“I like to hike, eat good food, and listen to music. Most of all, I love fucking beautiful women.”

I can’t with this man .

My eyes roll in my head as his thrusts increase, his hand slipping lower, until it brushes against the soaked cotton of my panties. I’m too far gone to stop him now, and instead, I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, our eyes locking in the darkness.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, Aria.”

His finger strokes my sensitive nub, and I cry out. No one has touched me like this in what feels like forever.

“You’re soaked for me, baby. You’re not even trying to hide it.”

I bite my lip, my body betraying me with every pulse, every roll of my hips against his hand.

Damien leans in, his voice pure sin. “You want me to stop, sweetheart?”

My breath catches—we both know the answer.

“Fuck, Aria,” he groans as my fingers sweep over his tented pants.

My hand trembles and he reaches down, pushing his pants down.

Oh, holiness.

His dick is silky beneath my touch, and I can’t help but lick my lips. I wrap my hand around the girth, unable to believe how big he is. I slowly stroke him up and down, my thumb catching a scar where his foreskin used to be.

I suck in a breath.

He’s circumcised.

“Look what you do to me, baby,” he whispers, lips finding mine as I continue to stroke him. “I want to bury my head between your gorgeous thighs and wear them like a scarf on a cold winter’s day.”

I shiver, moans leaving my lips before his tongue thrusts into my mouth, curling around mine. My chest tightens with the thrill of his kiss, my hand still stroking his dick. His fingers move back down my stomach, and I tense, gripping his wrist as he smirks at me.

“I won’t stop touching you, Ari,” he whispers the nickname like he’s known me for years. “Never. Unless you tell me you don’t want me to.”

He’s a demon, that’s for sure. Because I’m drowning in sin, and I don’t want to come up for air.

“Tell me, Ari,” he whispers again, not moving an inch. “Do you want me to stop?”

I hesitate, and he moves away, my body cold without his touch. I reach out for him, pulling him back onto me as our mouths crash together, heated and frenzied. His fingers shift my panties to the side and touch my heated center, a deep growl leaving his lips.

“Look how wet you are for me, baby.” He strokes his finger along my slit, coating his fingers in my arousal. “You want me to bury my dick deep inside of you, don’t you?”

I can’t speak, my eyes rolling in my head as he plunges a finger deep inside of me, forcing me to arch my back and moan his name.

“Oh, I like that,” he chuckles. “Moan my name as you come around my fingers.”

Another finger joins his other, and I moan my desire. His thumb presses against my clit, and my body arches again, my breath staggered. I want to reach for his dick, but I’m paralyzed by desire, my body climbing a mountain with a terrifying summit.

I’m going to come…

His thumb swirls around my clit as his mouth meets mine, swallowing my moans as I shake and shudder beneath him.

“Yes, Ari, baby, that’s it…”

My vision darkens, and my breathing halts, my legs tensing as I buck against his fingers, his hot breath on my neck.

“Damien!” I cry out as my body reaches ecstasy, unaware of him holding me close and muttering my name over and over.

My panties slide down my thighs, tossed aside as he positions himself between my legs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re trembling,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the inside of my thigh. “One orgasm isn’t enough. I want you desperate. I want you begging.” His breath ghosts over my aching core, but he doesn’t touch me yet—just watches, smirking as I whimper.

“Don’t,” I protest, knowing I haven’t showered, but also knowing Damien won’t care.

He grins at me before flickering his tongue against my clit.

I scream with sensitivity as he snickers against me.

“Now that’s what I call dessert.”

He grinds into the mattress, his frustration clear.

My fingers curl into the bedsheets, my head thrown back as he devours me like I’m chocolate cake and it’s his birthday.

He lifts his mouth away from me to mutter, “I could do this all night, sweetheart. And I just might.”

His tongue flicks against me, and unbelievably, I explode again, shuddering and moaning as he sucks my clit, drinking my desire as it floods his mouth. He stays down there until I’m all cleaned up, and I can’t even remember why I didn’t want him to do this.

No one has ever made me come that way before.

Damien crawls up and kisses me on the mouth, the taste of my orgasm filling my mouth as his tongue softly strokes mine. I can’t even open my eyes. I’m so tired, and instead of kissing me again, Damien pulls me into his arms, wrapping the duvet around us.

“You’re exhausted, aren’t you?” Damien murmurs, pulling me against his chest. “And here I was planning to fuck you senseless all night.”

A smile ghosts my lips as I rest against him, exhausted and spent from his expert mouth and fingers.

I guess he’s not a stranger anymore.

The last words I hear before I lose myself to sleep are…

“You’re mine now, sweetheart. There is no way I’m letting you go after tonight.”