The Million Dollar Man

Chapter 7

PRISCILLAS POV

Damons smirk widens, and it takes me a second to realize I've just been staring at him for about a full on minute.

He pushes off the wall, and slowly closes the distance between us, causing my heartbeat to quicken. His cologne makes its way through my nostrils, and I have to stop myself from throwing myself into his warm embrace.

He gently grabs my chin, tipping it up so I'm staring into his eyes. His breath hitting my face. "My pretty girl." He whispers, almost to himself, in a soft voice. "Have you been good?" His dark eyes look around my face.

God I've missed his voice..

And the way he's looking at my right now.

I hate myself for letting him effect me so easily.

I swallow, staring. "You're here." I whisper dumbly.

He smiles. "Of course I'm here." He whispers. His lips find my ear. "You didn't think I would let you hide forever now, did you?" He asks calmly, pressing an open mouthed kiss to my ear lobe.

And I almost let him have me right then.

Almost.

As soon as he says that, my brain finally registers what's happening. Damons here, and is gonna make me go back home with him.

I pull away from him and back away a couple feet. To which he just smirks, and gladly steps in my home, shutting the door behind him. He leans against it, folding his arms. He examines my place.

"So this is where you've been for a year, huh?" He goes back to staring at me.

I don't say anything. I don't know what to say. I didn't exactly prepare for this moment.

He smiles, examining me from head to toe. Something he hasn't stopped doing since he's gotten here. "You know what's funny?" He rubs his chin. "The fact that I've only been here a few minutes, and I feel more at home here, than I do my own home anymore." He shakes his head. "Wonder why that is."

I shrug, looking at his shoes.

He pushes off the door, and takes a step toward me. "It's because wherever you are, is where my home is." He says. I swallow, and look away.

He takes another step forward, causing me to take one back. He smiles at that. "You know how fucking perfect to me you look right now?" He says running his eyes up and down my body. In a very territorial way. The way he always looked at me. Like he wants me. Like he cherishes me.

"Stop." I whisper, shaking my head. I fold my arms over my chest, and bite on the tip of my thumb.

"Stop what, baby?" He asks breathing heavily, taking a step forward, I take one back.

Tears prick my eyes at that. 'Baby.'

"You know how hard it is not seeing you after a year, and now that I've found you, you look even more fucking breathtaking than I remember?" He raises a brow, taking a step forward. I take one back. "Finally laying my eyes on you, and seeing how sexy you look when you're vulnerable, like you are right now. I bet you didn't even know that did you? Seeing you look so vulnerable, so fragile, turns me the fuck on like no other woman would be able to." He shakes his head, chuckling darkly.