Let's Play

All of Me

Jessika

I continued to stare at Damien, not really knowing what to say. One part of me wanted to run to him and the other was reminding me that he already said he didn't need me. And he didn't do a damn thing to stop me from leaving in the first place.

Damien cleared his throat finally, ending the silence. "Um, may I come in?"

I nodded, moving to the side and letting him in. I almost felt bad that I let him stand out in the rain for so long but I didn't say anything.

Once inside, we stood there in an awkward silence for a few more moments. The only sound was the water dripping off of Damien's clothes. Damien looked down at the puddle gathering around his feet and grimaced. "I'm really sorry."

"About which part?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

His eyes met mine and I could see the pain in his gaze. "All of it" he said. I could tell he meant it. He looked back down at his clothes and held his arms out. "I guess I deserved this, huh?"

I don't know what came over me, but seeing him all disheveled and soaking wet in my house made me chuckle. The more I laughed, the funnier it became and pretty soon I was leaning against the door, my hand clutching my stomach. I opened my eyes enough to see Damien laughing as well, and in that moment it was as if nothing bad happened between us. We were just two happy people enjoying a laugh together. But then I remembered why we were here and my laughter faded into nothing.

"Here, follow me" I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him upstairs. I could stand there and watch him suffer all day but I wasn't ready for my mom to yell at me about her floors being wet so it was best to get him a change of clothes. Once up the stairs I pointed to my old bedroom, "wait here" I said, and walked down the hall to my parents room.

My dad wasn't as tall as Damien but they were close, so I figured his clothes would fit. I rummaged around my dad's drawers until I found a plain white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I also found a pair of socks for him since I'm sure his shoes got soaked through as well. The only thing I refused to grab was a pair of underwear but that was his problem, not mine.

I walked back to my room and shut the door, locking it behind me. I tossed the clothes to him. "Here, these should somewhat fit."

"Thank you" he said as he took off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his top. I didn't realize I was staring until I looked up at his face. He had one eyebrow raised at me in question, so I quickly turned around and faced the wall.

"Change now, please" I said quickly. I knew what seeing his naked body would do to me. I could already feel the heat in my core but this was not the time for that.

"Okay, okay" he said. I heard his clothes as they dropped into the laundry hamper behind me and once he sat down on my bed I figured it was safe to turn around.

I turned to see his eyes on me, and it felt like daggers as he stared at me intensely. My nerves shot through the roof as I took shaky steps to sit on the opposite end of the bed.

I was never good when it came to talking about my feelings. I honestly didn't even know what to say.

I felt a small bit of relief when Damien started talking first. "Will said something to me today that stuck with me. He told me that I couldn't deny myself happiness just because I'm scared to lose it. He also told me that my happiness left with you, anyway. He's right, you know" he said. I could still feel his eyes as they stared at me but I couldn't look up. I knew I would cry if I did.

"Then why did you let me leave?" I asked quietly.

"I was scared, Jess. I was terrified of allowing myself to love again. I still kind of am." He took a deep breath before continuing, "The last time I let myself love, it was all ripped away from me."

"Do you?" I asked.

"Do I what?"

"Do you.. you know... love me?"

I didn't stop him as crawled closer. He grabbed my face with both hands and turned my face towards him so that I was forced to look him in the eyes. "Jessika, you were wrong on the rooftop. Do you want to know why?" I nodded. "You were wrong because I didn't win. I lost a long time ago, really. I'm in love with you, and I have been in love with you. There's no point in denying it now."

I could feel the tears as they fell down my cheeks, but Damien leaned in to kiss them away before bringing his lips to my own. I forgot how perfect his lips felt, and I couldn't stop my body as I melted into his embrace. I crawled onto Damien, my legs straddling his lap as our kiss deepened. His tongue swept across my bottom lip as if asking for permission. I separated my lips, allowing him to enter as our tongues collided. The taste of him was pure addiction and I never wanted it to end.

He pulled away from me, his loving eyes finding mine again. "I will never let you get away again."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

And with those words I lost all self control. My fumbling hands grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over my head. He followed my lead, removing the sweatshirt I wore and cupping my breasts in both hands.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered. His hands snaked around my back and into my pants, grabbing onto my ass. His mouth placed kisses all along my collarbone, sending delicious shivers down my spine. He sucked on my skin aggressively, leaving dark red marks in his path and claiming my body as his own.

His kisses trailed down to my breasts, his mouth gently sucking as his tongue teased my nipple. I threw my head back as pleasure coursed through my body. I couldn't stop my hips from rocking back and forth against his already hard member, needing any possible release from the heat the pooled at my core.

"Hey Jess!" my mom yelled from outside of the door. Damien froze but I didn't stop rocking. I probably should have but the feeling was too good. "If Mr. Hart wants some gumbo it's packed up in the fridge, okay?"

"Okay, thanks mom!" I shouted back.

"Maybe we shouldn't-" Damien started after her footsteps receded, but my hand shot out to cover his mouth.

"Please, Damien. I'm yours. Take all of me."

Just like that, the look in his eyes changed to that of pure hunger. He stood up and threw me down onto the bed. There was no turning back now.