Chapter Nine
Damien
I knock on Amelia’s door and when she answers, I’m in awe. She was beautiful in the get up she had on yesterday, but like this, her beauty takes my fucking breath away. Her face is scrubbed clean of make-up. Then there are her glasses. Fuck, they make her look that much hotter. Her hair is up in some messy type of contraption that makes me want to put my hands in it and bring her closer to me, so I can devour her.
“Damn, Amelia. You look fuckin’ gorgeous.” I tell her huskily. I see her start to become bashful, I put my hand up to her neck and bring her eyes to mine and say, “I mean every fucking word. I don’t know how I was lucky enough to find you, but I thank Christ you gave me a chance.”
“Damien,” she whimpers out and then I bring my lips to hers, giving her a soft kiss on her lips. I want them plump and bee stung, like last night after our hot and heavy make out session.
“You ready?” I ask her.
“Yea, let me just grab my purse and lock up.”
Her purse is more like this oversized bag and could probably hold the whole damn kitchen sink in it, but I don’t say anything. I watch as she locks the door and once she’s done, we head off. I stopped and picked up some groceries before I got here, already planning on grilling pork chops, corn on the cobb, and baked potatoes. I’m not a master in the kitchen but give me a grill and I can whip up a good fuckin’ meal.
When we’re on our way to my place, I reach over and hold her hand over the center console, she gives my hand a squeeze. I glance over and see her smiling towards me. I grin at her without saying a word. That smile stays on my face, all the way my house.
Once we make it inside, I make my way to the fridge and grab a beer for myself.
“Want a glass of wine or a beer?”
“Wine, please,” she says as she starts helping me unpack the groceries.
“What are we having?”
“I’m going to grill pork chops, corn on the cobb, and potatoes.” I tell her as I put the butter, sour cream, and the rest of the groceries in the fridge.
“That sounds so good. Can I help with anything?”
“Nope, have a seat and get comfortable. I’m just going to get the chops marinated then I’ll join you. They need to sit for thirty minutes.” I tell her as I pull my shirt sleeves up and over my elbows.
As soon as I’m finished in the kitchen I’m changing and planting my ass firmly next to hers on the couch. I look out into the living room and see she has a blanket pulled around her. She’s pulled out her e-reader from her bag and is deep into reading. It brings a smile to my face. I can see coming home to her day in and day out. I finish what I’m doing in the kitchen and head to the bedroom, “I’ll be right back, gotta get outta this fuckin’ suit.” I say with a grimace, she looks up and nods, smiling at me.
I strip out of my tie and shirt on my way towards the back half of the house, my under shirt going next. If Amelia wants comfort, well comfort is what we’ll both have. I change into a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt before joining her back in the living room. She looks up at me with a soft smile, “That was fast.”
“Didn’t need too much time to strip and get into something else,” I say with a wink and see her flush red. I sit down next to her and bring her chin up to me, deciding to attack her lips, wanting them on me and her flavor in my mouth. We pull apart afterwards, both of us breathing heavy. “What movie do you wanna watch?” I ask after our breathing starts to go back to normal.
“Let’s watch a comedy.”
“Sounds good to me.” I boot up the television.
We watch a movie and I get up and grill dinner while she’s sitting on the couch. She’s partly watching the movie, but more times than not she’s got her eyes on me. I can feel her gaze, my body already in tune with her. We eat in front of the television.
“Damien, this is so good,” she says in between bites.
“I have a few dishes I can manage,” I laugh.
After dinner we settle on the couch and watch another movie, until she’s snuggled against me, her head in the crook of my neck, her arm thrown over my stomach while she softly sleeps. I go to rest my eyes, as I lean my head back and realize, this is no way to sleep when I have a perfectly good bed. I gently move her off of me, so I can to stand up. Then, I pick her up, bridal style. Carrying her like this, makes me want this thing with her permanently even more. Taking this slow is going to kill me. It will be fucking torture, but I’ll take every second of it.