"Damn those eyes." Damien mumbled; then before reaching the living room, he turned around and grabbed her hand and brought it to his chest. Leigh caught her breath. He looked into her eyes and said quietly "I am sorry."
All she could do was nod and give him a regretful smile as an apology.
"Can you two lovebirds leave the make up for later?" Brian shouted from the living room. Damien smiled and gave her a quick kiss before pulling her towards the living room. Brian shook his head at them. "About time..."
Leigh blushed and looked down, but she knew that this embarrassment would mean nothing compared to what was to come when she told them about Michael's intention with her. Without saying a word she then gestured both men to sit.
"Now, Leigh, care to explain to us why the hell you think you have to go and see that son of a bitch alone?" Brian said calmly.
Damien casted a scowling look at Brian then turned to Leigh who sat next to him looking guilty" Leigh, is there anything you haven't told us?" Damien asked, trying to follow Brian's composure.
Leigh took a deep breath, calming herself. "Michael has always made himself present in my life somehow. Everywhere I went he would be there. He never spoke to me, but made sure I'd see him. Once he followed me on a date and let's just say that after his display of possessiveness there was no second date." Leigh lest a sorrowful chuckle.
"Motherfucker!" Damien angrily slammed his fist on the coffee table and motioned to get up, but Brian never gave him the chance. "Damien, easy now!" Brian said placing a hand firmly on Damien's shoulder.
Leigh just stared at Damien with wide eyes. "You are telling us that the son of a bitch has been stalking and harassing you all these years like a sick pervert and you are going to see him alone at his place?" Damien looked at her with flaming eyes. He was furious.
"It doesn't make sense, Leigh." Brian added.
"He threatened Lucy!" She blurted it out. Now it was Brian's turn to flip out. "What the fuck?!" "It was more like an insinuation that she might get hurt. I can't risk it." She said looking at Brian because at that moment she couldn't face Damien's angry face.
"You. Are. Not. Going." Damien punctuated every word; a sense of déjà vu washing over him. However, this time she didn't have a chance to answer back. This time Damien had Brian as a back up.
Leigh opened her mouth to contest but Brian stopped her. "Damien is right. You stay here. Give me Lucy's address; I am going to check on her."
As Brian was leaving he turned to a very pissed Damien and quietly whispered, "Go easy on her, she was trying to protect her friend. Remember that. We will figure out what to do when I come back." Damien only nodded.
When they heard the front door shut, she turned to face him. Damien's breathing was heavy and his green eyes had a dark shadow. "Damien...I'm..." She didn't stand a chance to finish; his hands were on the back of her neck pulling her to him. His lips were on hers; his kiss was filled with an anguish that scared him. He was claiming her and she knew then she could not deny him what both wanted so much.
He was on her neck now, licking, nibbling; his hands slowly running down her back until he reached her ass and possessively grabbed it. "I will kill him if ever touches you." he whispered, bringing a jolt of electricity down her spine. Leigh moaned his name and didn't feel her legs supporting her body anymore; instead she had them wrapped around Damien's waist. Their hips started to grind together. It was frantic. Pure desperation, her hands holding his shoulders tight. Her cries of pleasure were driving him over the edge. He took hold of her blouse, ripping it open. He touched her breast now covered only by a black lace bra. She let a loud moan escape her mouth; Damien groaned and his mouth hungrily attacked her nipples which by now had grown painfully hard.
"Leigh, I want you so fucking much..." He managed to mumble.
"Damien...oh God...please..." Leigh had her eyes shut.
"Bedroom?" He asked, panting heavily. Leigh opened her eyes, and saw the lust and love in his. "Love?"
She was dazed. She just couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. "Ever" After all these years of a practically nonexistent romantic life she had to fall for an officer.
Damien started to pull her hands and somehow they ended up in her bedroom. Call it instinct or pure luck, either way he was too turned on to figure it out. He let go of her waist briefly to pull his shirt off, but the cold she felt from the lack of contact with his skin was enough to bring Leigh back to reality. "What am I doing?" She started to panic. All those promises made to herself now seemed foolish; the moment he kissed her and looked into her eyes she knew she was in love. So why was she stalling what she knew was to come?
Damien noticed the sudden change in her face. "What is it?" He looked confused. "It's okay if you don't want to, Leigh, I will understand. But know that I won't hurt you, I will never hurt you, sweetheart." The silence that followed was just about torture to him.
"It's not that I don't want you, Damien." He let go the breath he didn't know his had been holding. They stood facing each other; Leigh was biting her lower lip, her arms were crossed shielding her breasts from his view. He was watching her body language. He knew she was as turned on as he was. "Then, what is it?" He asked again.
"I don't have the habit of sleeping with people I barely know but I...err..." She felt silly. How could she tell him she was afraid of this ending up being a onetime thing? That she couldn't help that even though they'd only known each other for a short time she was completely in love with him? Damien never felt more like an insensitive ass in his entire life, there he was staring at her face blushed with embarrassment.
"Look at me, Leigh." He said holding her shoulders and turning her to face him. "I want you like I've never wanted anyone in my life before. But I will not rush you into something you are not sure about." He sighed. "I have fallen for you, Leigh Grayson. God help me if you don't feel the same about me."
All uncertainties, questions and fears were quickly washed away by his words. Leigh got closer to him; put a hand on his chest, her fingers slowly caressing his skin. Damien responded by wrapping his arms around her waist. She whispered, "I do." Leigh stepped out of their embrace, reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall on the floor.
