But instead, my hands grab my half-empty coffee cup from the table and spill the contents on his shirt.
He closes his eyes as if he’s counting to ten or something, and then he opens them slowly.
Now, look, I’m no scaredy-cat, but the glow in his eyes will make even Chuck Norris pee in his pants.
“Sorry,” I whimper, “It was an accident.” An intentional accident.
He pulls his wet T-shirt off over his head, throwing it onto the ground and my insides tremble in awe.
“Why don’t you two go and talk in your room, I need to cook dinner and the atmosphere in here is making it hard to breathe.” Haley sounds amused.
“I’ve got nothing to say to this buffoon.” Hell, I’m dead anyway. Better to go out with a bang then.
This time he cocks his head and his face looks like Hannibal Lecter before he has someone for dinner, the eerie smile curling at the corner of his mouth makes me want to gag.
The next moment he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Good, then you can listen, ’cause I have plenty to say to you.” Not ready to be someone’s meal yet, my fists collide with his back.
Then I feel a smack and a sharp sting on my buttocks. The fucker spanked me!
“I’m going to fucking cut your testicles out, you shithead.” Haley is of no help, cause she’s trying to contain her laughter. Another thwack on my bum, while we walk out of the kitchen.
I must be one slutty sicko, cause his caveman behavior is turning me on. Big time. I need to get away.
“Doggone it, let me go, moron!” He just gives me another light spanking and I’m all hot and bothered.
Date = 13 November
Place = San Francisco (Grimm house)
POV – Melaena
He walks up the stairs and abruptly drops me onto his bed – again.
“Are you mentally crazy or just stupid? You can’t just run off like that! What if D got to you before I did? Are you trying to get raped or something?” He seems truly worried. I swallow down some spit. I never thought about that.
“Don’t you lecture me,” I point a finger at his nose, “If you didn’t chase off all the guys in school I would have touched a penis before now.” He growls possessively, still looking at me as if he wants to eat me alive – it unravels me. “And I would not have run off or killed our offspring.” My mind is mooch.
“Our?” What? “Fuck.” Another growl.
He grabs me unexpectedly and kisses me – a hard desperate kiss that bruises my lips but is in no way any less erotic than any of the previous ones, and then he pushes me away.
“And stop kissing me just to push me away, I feel like a flipping yo-yo.” I try not to yell at him, but it’s freaking hard to keep my cool when I’m all wet and wanting.
“I needed it. You scared the crap out of me.” He crosses his arms, standing there in all his top-less glory, pants dipping teasing low around his hips, where that magical V descends downwards to where he fills out his jeans just a little too well – a very definite bulge pushing against his zipper.
Oh, hell, it’s bruised and all swollen up. I wonder if he needs some ice.
“Don’t you eye-fuck me right now, my control is very low at the moment.” I swallow my pity. He must be in pain. Because of me.
“Eh -” I stick out my hand to his crotch but don’t touch it, “Did I break it?” He says nothing, just arches a brow in query. The worry in his eyes subsides.
“Let me look.” Thrown off balance, words just spring from my befuddled mouth. “I can put some ice on the swelling.” He lowers his head and looks down at the lump.
“Mel, it’s not swollen,” he says wryly. “And I’m not sure you’re ready for a peek yet.”
I stare at how his pants stretch over the protrusion, my heart beating, blood roaring in my ears. Freaked out, I move my still outstretched hand forward and touch it. A deliberate action this time.
It twitches.
“Fuck,” he swears softly in a brawny voice. “Seriously!” I lurch my hand away and quiver. Both afraid and excited.
“I think ‘it’s’ going to live,” I manage to whisper. He just glares.
“What?” I didn’t know my voice could stoop to such a deep baritone. It’s my time to tease. “Did I hurt its male ego?”
“You fucking drive me crazy, woman.” His voice freaks me out. The fire in his eyes even more. I swallow hard and wet my dry lips.
“Aaahhh!” He starts pacing up and down, hands in his hair. Then he presses them against his temples. “Shit!” He throws a poor chair with a SMACK against the wall.
I try to make myself seem smaller between the pillows of the bed I’m sitting on. An agitated Damion is no laughing matter it seems. Maybe I pushed too far. But with no working brain cells, my mouth is on a run.
“I’m sure that chair was innocent, Your Honor.” It leaks out. He stops as if he can’t believe I just said that. Truthfully, I, myself, can’t believe I just said that.
“Jeez Mel! You’re going to make me snap!” This time he slams his fist into the cupboard door, splintering the wood. I decide that, innocent or not, that door is on its own, I’m not giving it any legal representation. Nope, I keep my mouth shut. Another few paces and then he stops and takes a deep breath.
“Okay.” He looks at me, and I see he’s calmed down a little.
“I’m sorry I touched … and stamped your penis …” I start a very sincere apology.
“Penis …” he chuckles as if it’s a rather funny word. “You’re not helping.” He closes his eyes and inhales deeply.
“Mel, I’m trying my best here not to claim you right on this bed.” He opens those apple witches – now more of a dark forest green color. “And your actions are not making it any easier.” He strides towards me, his every movement lythe and easy. Uncalculatedly sexy.
A tiny moan rips out as my nipples suddenly perk and I bite my lip to repress the sudden need to grab and kiss him.
“Holy crap. I need you to stop.” Watching me hungrily from his deep, direct eyes, he picks up the poor chair and straddles it. “If you could just keep yourself very still and quiet for a bit and listen, that would be peachy.” I’m good with that.