Strangers in the Storm ✔

Chapter 15: High

ROXANNE

Roxanne's heart pounded against her chest as Damien jumped in the water after her. Well aware of what was about to happen, she could barely contain the nervousness bubbling within her stomach.

For the past three weeks, he behaved like a perfect gentleman, making her realise she didn't really want him to be a perfect gentleman. She desperately wanted to repeat the first night they met and at this point it felt like Damien was holding back simply to piss her off. Which he did, big time. But not anymore.

She could feel his eyes on her body all the time, burning through her tiny bikini and all over her skin; protruding, impatient and hungry. It made her feel like a goddess and she loved every second of it.

Damien swam towards her, moving through water like it didn't even exist, his brown hair glued to his neck. Roxanne bit her lip at the thought of his body crushing her. Once he reached her, he immediately gripped her waist and pulled her closer. Roxanne kissed him in the water, enjoying the taste of salt on his tongue. She wrapped her hands around his neck and they began to sink.

Damien laughed, "I should have guessed you'd try to drown me."

"Sorry, sorry." Roxanne swam away from him, but made sure to drag her foot up his thigh.

"Stop that." Damien grunted and grabbed her leg.

"Wait, wait-"

He pulled her towards him by her legs and wrapped them around his body. Roxanne's heart skipped a beat when he pressed her against the growing bulge in his swimming shorts.

Damien's lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, extracting a moan off her lips, especially once he grabbed her butt and his fingers dipped under the bad of her bikini.

Desire sparked through her veins, but she moved away, knowing exactly where they should go. After all, he had a boat. Roxanne untangled herself from him and swam away, to his dismay.

"Where are you going now?" He complained.

"Come on!" Roxanne giggled and headed for the boat.

The closer she came the louder her heart pounded. She was an absolute goner and aware of it. Like a school girl, she craved his touch as much as she feared it. After their first night together, she was rational enough to keep her heart at bay. But this, this was different. It was stronger and more serious. If she slept with him now, she would get lost in him.

Pushing her worries aside, Roxanne climbed up to the boat and, not bothering to dry herself, walked into the cabin. Heat climbed up her spine and beams of sweat began to form next to the water droplets. Nervousness clawed her insides as she carefully took off her bikini.

It was too wet for the bed, after all.

Roxanne lay on her back, her heart pounding rapidly, afraid she looked ridiculous. Her hands slid down her body and cupped her breasts. She was still cold to the touch and water droplets covered her skin.

Damien appeared on the doorstep, water dropping off his body, and looked at her.

His eyebrows jumped up and a coy smile formed on his lips, "Naughty."

"Shut up." Roxanne rolled her eyes.

Damien did as he was told; the smile on his lips disappeared and his brown eyes darkened. Suddenly, Roxanne realised she was completely naked and Damien's gaze slid all over her body, taking in every curve and crevice, smiling at the water droplets still decorating her skin.

Roxanne's breath caught in her throat as Damien pulled down his swimming shorts, his already half-erect cock springing free, and crawled over the bed. He took up all the space in the small cabin and bed, even more now in broad daylight.