Clarissa's POV

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I could feel Damon’s eyes on me. I knew now that I’d made the right decision by removing all my clothes. For a second, I was scared that he wouldn’t appear.

Then I figured he was probably waiting for the right time to visit me. I knew he would be worried that Atticus would suspect us. And when I had left him at the table, everyone was already seated there with him. So I waited and waited and waited. And here he was, finally.

I listened to his footsteps as he neared the bed. He was getting closer. I knew he could see the tattoo that was still clearly there. I had already removed all of the makeup, and it was visible once more.

“You were telling the truth,” he whispered hoarsely. “How did you hide it?”

I spun onto my back so that my naked body was in his full view.

His eyes almost popped out of his head at finally seeing me completely bare for him. There was nothing left to his imagination anymore; he could see it all. And this was the reaction I had only hoped for in the past.

I wasn’t giving him a chance to back out of this. If he wanted me, he had to take me now before it was too late. I was doing everything I could to make him snap, and it finally worked.

I watched him visibly struggle to drag his gaze from my body to my face as he waited for me to answer his question.

“Makeup,” I finally said. “Autumn hid it for me with waterproof makeup. It worked. Now I have a solution to the problem I’ve had all these years. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought about it before.”

“Autumn?” He quirked a brow, and I realized I had just let it slip that Autumn knew about us. As far as I knew, he wasn’t aware that she had been helping me all along. Many of my plans were only possible because of her.

“Forget I said that,” I mumbled. I didn’t want to drag her down with me.

“It’s fine,” he assured me. “I already figured Autumn knew everything. You two are too close for her not to know about your love life.”

My love life?

He knew all along? I guess Autumn and I hadn’t exactly been discreet. Even Atticus knew we were keeping secrets from him.

“I’m happy you didn’t remove it,” he confessed. “Very f**king happy.”

I could see the heat in his eyes, making my knees weak. I could feel my body beginning to prepare itself for him. I was getting wet in places I wanted him to touch.

He had never touched me there before. And today, I was hoping he would. I wanted it so badly.

He crossed the little distance between us. My heart rate accelerated when he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself above me.

“Beautiful.”

“W-what?” I asked.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Clarissa,” he whispered. “You’re perfect. Everything about you is just perfect. There’s nothing about you that I’ll ever want to change.”

My breath got stuck in my throat. Was I still dreaming?

“I’ll gladly do anything you want me to,” he whispered.

“It’s not about what I want today,” I whispered back. “I want to know what you want. Whatever it is that you want, show me today. I want to know that you want me. I want to know that you need me. I don’t just want your words. I need to see your actions as proof.”

His eyes flashed dangerously, and for the first time, I saw how desperately Damon wanted me. It was the first time I could see straight through him so clearly, and I thought he was letting me.

“I can’t do that,” he groaned.

“And why is that?” I demanded. He wasn’t about to take this from me again. I wouldn’t let that happen.

“Because the things I want to do to you should be done at the right time,” he answered, gazing into my eyes.

My lips parted. “Now is the right time.”

He shook his head. “I never said I wouldn’t start tonight. But I’m not doing everything. You’re not ready.”

How could he say that? I’d been ready for him for a long time now.

I soon forgot about that when he dipped his head and pressed his lips against my neck. I buried my hands in his hair and pushed him tighter against me as he continued to trail kisses along my neck.

“I’m not going to do anything that I don’t think you’re ready for, Clarissa,” he told me as he slowly moved his lips to my chest.

I wanted his mouth on my breasts again. It was cut short before. I didn’t get the chance to enjoy it for longer.

I held my breath when he finally moved to my left nipple. He lightly blew on it, and my back flew off the bed. He covered it without warning, and I couldn’t help but moan. How was he so good at this?

I couldn’t help but rub my legs together. I wanted him down there, but he was doing everything but touching me there.

Damon moved from my breast to my stomach, and all I could do was watch him as he moved. His hand on my thigh moved a little higher, closer to the spot I wanted him to touch.

To my surprise, he spun me around so that his face was now above my a*s. Just when I thought he was finally going to touch me there—

I bit down on my pillow when his lips touched the spot where his name was tattooed. He lightly traced it with his tongue, and I didn’t think anything could feel this good. I was tempted to do it again just to feel his tongue on another part of my body.

I wasn’t prepared for when he bit down on it. It was a gentle bite, yet it filled me with so much need.

“Please don’t ever take this away from me,” Damon begged as he worshipped my body.

His mouth traveled up my back until he suddenly stopped.

I spun around, disappointed to see him moving toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

“If I keep this up, I’m going to do everything else I want to do to your sweet body,” he told me. “Tomorrow. I’ll meet you back here.”

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow would be our last night at the beach house. I was afraid he would change his mind when we returned home.

I had to find a way to convince him that I was ready.

Tomorrow, I would tease him so much that he had no choice but to give in to me.