Is This For Me Baby Girl…

Mari. If someone had warned me I’d be secretly watching my uncle just before midnight, I would have laughed in their face and told them they were crazy. Yet here I was, eyes devouring every inch of him as if my deepest, darkest dreams had stepped straight out of my imagination and into the room. Beads of water traced slow, seductive lines across his powerful chest, sliding over the carved ridges of his abs and making his skin glow under the soft lamp light like a living statue built for temptation. God help me. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly desert-dry. His physique looked even more commanding up close, every defined muscle shifting with casual grace. I ached to run my lips over every contour—nipping, tasting, devouring him as if he were a forbidden deity sent to corrupt innocent girls like me. Filthy images flooded my brain, pulling me deeper into raw hunger. I could almost feel how that solid, muscular frame would trap me beneath him, those wide shoulders perfect for hooking my legs over while he thrust hard and deep. His strong arms lifting me as if I weighed nothing, slamming me against the nearest wall, his powerful thighs prying mine apart so he could bury himself completely in my aching heat. He would stretch and claim me until I shattered, screaming his name. I bit back a desperate sound, fresh heat flooding between my tightly pressed thighs. Leaning closer to the doorframe, my thin nightshirt offered zero protection against the way my n*****s stiffened visibly or how my lips parted on a silent breath of longing. My shorts were already drenched, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away, silently willing the towel to slip and reveal the thick length I had only glimpsed earlier. I was practically salivating at the thought. Damien’s fingers brushed the edge of the towel knot, pausing there as if deliberately tormenting me. Then, without warning, he pivoted sharply. His intense dark eyes met mine through the narrow opening. A choked gasp escaped me as I jerked backward. Too late. He had caught me staring. Those piercing eyes pinned me in the shadowy hallway. Shit. s**t. s**t. Panic exploded through my veins. I needed to run—now. But his deep voice cut through the air like a command I couldn’t ignore, freezing me in place. “Marina. Get in here.” It wasn’t a request. The authoritative tone sent an involuntary shiver through me, my body responding before my mind could protest. Alarms blared somewhere in the back of my head, but they faded fast as I took that first hesitant step forward. It felt like I had waited forever for any sign from him, and I wasn’t about to turn away now. My heart thundered wildly as I nudged the door open wider and slipped inside. The soft click of it closing behind me sounded impossibly loud in the charged silence. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” “This is the third time you’ve thrown yourself into my space like this,” he said, voice low and rough. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re looking for something specific.” I raised my hands quickly, face burning. “No, that’s not it at all. It was an accident, I swear. I just…” My weak excuses died on my tongue. His words sank in. Third time? Seeing my puzzled expression, he gave a slow nod, his gaze turning darker, more intense. “Yes. I noticed you that night by the pool, Marina. Staring with those big, shocked eyes.” The floor seemed to drop out from under me. He had known all along. Oh God. How much did he know? “You’ve always had a thing for watching me.” His direct words sent another rush of embarrassment through me. I sputtered, “No—I don’t—” But he had already turned, moving to the nightstand and retrieving something. When he faced me again, the cherry lollipop I had dropped earlier dangled from his fingers, still wrapped and slightly sticky. “You left this behind.” My throat tightened as I stared between the candy and his shadowed expression. I couldn’t read him clearly, but something dangerous burned beneath the surface—anger, maybe, or the same twisted hunger he had sparked in me years ago. My eyes drifted lower. The towel did little to hide the growing bulge beneath it, his arousal obvious and straining against the fabric. My inner walls fluttered sharply at the sight, more wetness slipping down my thighs. Damien toyed with the lollipop candy, spinning it slowly between his fingers while his dark stare held me captive. He extended it toward me. “Come and get it.”