Chapter 4: A tender moment – Part 2/2
“Thank you, Damon.” She gave me a sweet smile, and I closed my eyes, trying to keep my shit together.
I inhaled and exhaled slowly, focusing on my breathing. “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?” I asked, trying to distract myself.
“I’m fine and no.” She said as she shook her head. But I could tell she was in pain; I could smell it, and I could feel her pain. So she is either modest or stubborn.
“Good. If you need anything, let me know.” I needed to get out of this room and away from her before something happened.
She nodded and pursed her lips. “Will do.”
I paused at the door and looked back at her; that was an odd response! And her heart skipped a beat when she said that, is she hiding something?
After leaving her room, I went straight into mine and had the world’s coldest shower!
I woke to the sound of someone knocking on my door; I looked around and noticed it was now evening and the sun was starting to go down. Anna entered the room with another tray of food.
“Hello dearie, I brought you your dinner. I also brought you lunch but noticed you were sleeping, and I didn’t want to bother you. So, I brought up a little extra for you to eat.” She said with a wink.
“Thank you so much, Anna. I appreciate you doing that for me.” I genuinely smiled at her. She was such a sweet woman, and I couldn’t begin to comprehend why she worked here.
She set the tray down on the table next to my bed. “Is there anything else you need?”
I shook my head. “No, I am fine. Thank you.” In some ways, Anna reminded me of my mother, making me miss her even more.
Anna nodded and left the room, closing and locking the door behind her.
I was thankful she had brought me extra to eat; I’ll need all the energy I can get for tonight. After I had finished eating, I walked over to the window and observed my surroundings, trying to see if I could spot anything I would recognize. I had studied the map for Killarney park quite a bit.
I noticed a clearing at the edge of the property, and it appeared to become a bit dense further in, which would be good to conceal myself. Then, within the far distance, I spotted the Killarney Crack, and the clearing I had just noticed seemed to be a straight shot to it. The only thing that will be tricky is I don’t have any of my gear, which could cause a big problem for me, but I have to do this, equipment or not.
I browsed the room for anything I could take with me that might be useful, but the space was damn near empty, aside from the furniture. I bent down to rummage through the one dresser when I heard a loud growl come from behind me, startling me.
I jumped and turned around, only to find Damon in my room once again. “Fuck! You have got to stop scaring me like that.” I chuckled a bit.
He didn’t say anything, just walked closer to me, and with each step he took, I took a step back. He seemed off; his eyes looked so entranced and almost pitch black. Finally, my back collided with the wall, and he was now mere inches from me. Damon raised his hand and brushed my hair away, then traced his finger down my face and across my lips as he stared into my eyes.
My breath hitched as tingles shot down my body and straight to my core. This man could make me have an orgasm with just a simple expression, and I think that was one of the things that scared me the most about him, my attraction to him, the cravings I felt for him.
I swallowed hard. “Can I help you with something,” I asked, my voice a bit shaky.
Damon grinned mischievously. “I can think of a few things.” He said, low and huskily.
His eyes were dark now but also held a playfulness to them, and his grin deepened. My thighs squeezed together, tightly and my pussy began to throb with the need. “What’s that?” I asked, and my heart started to pound in my chest from being anxious and excited. Was he flirting with me? Is he as turned on as I am? His hand came up and cupped my face before sliding his fingers into my hair, holding my head firmly in place now. He bent his head down slightly, bringing his face closer to mine. My breathing quickened, and the anticipation was killing me. Then, he stopped suddenly, our lips so close, yet so far.
Damon zoned out for a beat and then looked away from me, closing his eyes tightly. He took a step back, removed his hand from my hair, and breathed in profoundly. “I just came in to see how you are doing and if there is anything you need?” His tone was clipped and strained.
I was confused now, it seemed as though he would kiss me, but something had changed suddenly. “I’m doing good, thank you, and no, I’m fine.” Was that really the reason he came into my room? I didn’t understand how he could be so hot one minute and the next minute so cold.
“Good.” He smiled down at me. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized just how much taller he was than me as I craned my neck up to look at him.
He bent down and kissed my cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment. My eyes widened, and shock took over me as my body stilled. He surprised me with this, especially after the emotions he gave off just seconds ago.
“Good night, Amelia.” He smiled and then left the room.
That was bizarre; why did he kiss my cheek? He was nothing but an asshole before when I was in the cell, and now, he is being all sweet and concerning. Maybe he is just trying to butter me up so I don’t have his ass thrown in jail for kidnapping me.
I shook my head of those thoughts and that moment with him and began to prepare myself for the journey ahead mentally.