Lexi
I was still dripping from the shower, towel wrapped tight around me, when Damon gave me that look. Not the friendly, “you’ve got something on your face” look I’d seen a thousand times.
This one was like he was imagining exactly what was under the towel and how fast he could rip it off.
“Damon,” I said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. My voice came out breathy. “You were supposed to leave.”
He didn’t move. Just stood there in my living room, hands in his pockets, eyes traveling down my bare legs and back up again. Slowly.
“I tried,” he said with that cocky smirk. “Then you walked out looking like that and my feet stopped working.”
I laughed, but my p***y clenched between my thighs. “It’s a towel. You’ve seen me in bikinis that cover less.”
“Yeah, but those bikini
