Page 36 of Off-Limits

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

That voice.

I must be imagining it.

But the sound of his voice, even if it is a dream, has my hand sliding down my body. However, before I reach the promised land, a growl fills the space.

“Dorothy. Stop.”

My eyes spring open, and I scoot up the bed, and try to focus on my surroundings.

I’m in Damon’s bed.

“Shit, fuck. What happened? Did-did we? Oh god.”

Damon lets out a strangled chuckle.

“Want to finish that sentence?”

My eyes find his. He’s standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest with nothing but a pair of jeans on. It’s unsettling, and unfortunately hot.

Instead of answering his question, I glance down to find myself in one of his shirts, and not the one I’ve been wearing either. My neck snaps up to find him wearing that infuriating and sexy smirk of his.

“Please tell me we…”

“We what?”

“Damon!”

He chuckles, kicking off the doorframe and I can see the exact moment his demeanour shifts. He was coming in to say and do something entirely different, but his eyes have darkened, that fucking smirk deepening, and I hate how my pussy flutters at the thought of us sleeping together.

Did I really have sex with Damon Woods? No. It’s not possible, I’d know. That’s something I would definitely remember.

Fuck. Arrie is going to kill me. I already feel as if I’m betraying her by the thoughts that I’ve been having of Damon all these years, but this, I feel this might actually break her.

Arrie’s had enough betrayal and deceit to last a lifetime, especially with a mother like Kerry-Anne, and I don’t want to add to her pain.

“Dottie.”

His deep, gravelly voice snaps me from my mini breakdown, and I glance up to find him looking down on me. I wish he didn’t pull these kinds of reactions from me, and I hate I can’t stay poised and in control like him.

My eyes wander lower, ripping a growl from his throat, and my eyes flick up to meet his dark pair. Damon still has his arms folded over his chest, but I can see the white knuckling of his fists.

He’s tense.

Struggling.

Becauseof me?

“Want to finish that sentence from earlier, Little Dottie?”

My tongue darts out and coats my dry lips with moisture, and Damon’s eyes follow the motion, his jaw clenching. I’m under his skin, whether he admits it or not, and maybe I should be appalled. I’m anything but.

I need to get my head read.

He chuckles again, and this time it sounds dark, sinister, and it does something to my pussy. Leaning a little closer, I swallow hard, his cologne enveloping and not helping my current situation.

“Did we fuck?”