Ainsley Jones stared in shock at the man who stood clad naked right in front of her. “What’s this?” she asked, losing her resolve. She let her eyes roam his wet, well-framed body. He was dripping so wet. He’s so perfect, too perfect. She turned away from him, telling herself there was nothing special about his body. She had seen better, had tasted better. But why the hell was this so much of a torture? ‘We can’t do this’, she muttered to herself even as she knew it was a lost battle. She could see herself wanting him more and more. And he didn’t make any move to come to her. He was bent on having her humiliate herself. Her body, giving her away so easily it was embarrassing.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” Damian said, “and I’ll walk away, forever.”

It was that simple, Ainsley thought. It could be that simple. All she had to do was say it. Where was her strong voice now when she needed it most? Turning to him, she watched him squirt his eyes tightly, trying to gauge what her decision would be. Before she totally lost it, she ran the short distance between them and stretched to grab his head and close his slightly opened mouth with kisses. He groaned and let her have at him. She continued to kiss him passionately, her hands moving all over his body. Finally, he grabbed her and covered the short distance between them and the bed. But she wriggled away.

Damian Greggory looked at the sexy woman walking away from him. He had had enough of this petty game of hers. Why couldn’t she just accept they had chemistry? Their bodies wanted each other. But it was far beyond just their bodies. He was falling over heels for her. And he couldn’t wait anymore. He wouldn’t let her keep denying what they had wasn’t just some romping in bed. This was something deeper, something stronger. Something her wasn’t ready to put a name to just yet.

If he could just get her to admit she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, it was a start. There was only one way to make her lose it. So, he stepped out of the bathroom, dripping wet and entered the room. When she turned, about to say something nasty, he dropped the towel and watched as her eyes glazed over his naked body. The lust in them made him smile in triumph.

“I want you,” he said. “And so do you”. He brushes off the water running down his face from his hair. The movement seemed to affect her so much. When she turned away from him, he wanted to cover the distance between them in one stride. But he waited. He had to. She was still in the room. That should count for something. If she walked away now, he would go after her. He had lost interest in every other woman. He wanted just her, wanted to be with her, loving her sumptuous body that he couldn’t just get enough of. “Tell me you don’t want me.” he said, “And I’ll walk away, forever”. It was all a lie. He’d never walk away. Not unless she wanted him to, and he knew he’d have a hard time staying away. She said nothing for a while. And just when he was tired of it all and about going to her, she turned and literally ran to him. When she kissed him, his hardened length stretched happily. He counted to ten, hoping she wouldn’t walk away. He had to let her have this moment. But damn it! He grabbed her, all wet and all, and hit the bed with her beneath him.

She turned when he dropped her on the bed and twisted until she was straddling him, then continued kissing him. It was so hot. Her kisses were making it so hard to keep his cool. She pulled away and smiled at him. He was scared of what she might say, so he turned her quickly and stood over her. In one swift move, he had her robe parted. With the sight of her body, he took his time savoring this moment as his eyes roamed over here. She pulled him to herself, and he groaned as his body covered hers. “I want you too,” she said.

And he lost it.