Page 22 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

Daemon doesn’t rush me. Together we stand there for long minutes taking it in. Me in a towel and him in the same pair of slacks from yesterday.

He wraps his arms around me and I settle my back against his chest, my head on his shoulder.

“You’ll find everything you need on the bed or in the closet. I hope you don’t mind, but I picked out something I thought you might like.” He nods toward the bed. “If you don’t like it, check the closet. There’s more for you.”

I turn in his arms and flutter my lashes open. This all feels like a dream. One I hope I never wake from. “I’m sure what you picked is fine.” His presence is comforting and I realize for the first time in a while I’m not worrying over something.

He places a kiss on my forehead and I realize there’s something different about him too. The hard edginess to his eyes is gone and, dear God. I think he actually looks happy. The scowl I’ve forever associated with him is gone.

“I’m going to shower while you get ready. Then we’ll eat. Come in if you need anything. There’s makeup, lip gloss...”

He trails off with a shrug and I can tell he’s nervous. Daemon Preston is nervous to be alone with me.

I smile and I guess he sees my confusion. He rubs at a pinch between my brows. “We called ahead. Had a personal shopper drop off items for you.”

Well, at least that answers one of my curiosities.

He taps my nose and then turns, leaving me alone.

I make quick work of pulling on the panty and bra set the color of fresh snow. Next the pair of jeans with fashionably placed rips. Sweet Jesus...how did I know they would fit like a glove? I’m quickly learning these men never do anything halfway.

The white sweater slides on just as easily. Cashmere. I truly am in heaven.

A pair of knee-high boots are leaning against the bed and I pull those on next. By the time I get to my hair and makeup Daemon is already out of the shower and pulling on a pair of black slacks.

I watch shamelessly through the mirror. It gives me a perfect view of every inch of his body rippling and bunching as he dresses.

His dark eyes find mine in the mirror. “You keep looking at me like that and I’ll forget about taking you sightseeing, breakfast...everything. And show you other things instead.”

I blush. Yep! After all he’s seen and tasted of me Istillblush.

I stare at him for a moment weighing my options. He prowls across the room shirt hanging open, all those abs on display for me to drool over.

His expression darkens into something unreadable. He comes up behind me, his hands circling my waist, and pulls me against him. I start to swallow and then stop, realizing I have nothing to fear but my own lust.

He moves my hair to the side and licks up the side of my neck. “Be a good girl and when we get back, I’ll fuck that sweet pussy all night long.”

I don’t have it in me to argue. Dear God I am in so much trouble if the morning is any clue as to how the rest of the day will go.

I quickly dry my hair, dab mascara on and grab the strawberry lip gloss for my pocket. I go to head out, but make a quick turn to grab my bracelet from the dresser.

Outside the bedroom there’s a spacious living room slash dining room area with a kitchenette off to the side. That’s where I find Daemon alone with a bowl, several eggs and a pan.

“How do you like your eggs?” He doesn’t look up as he artfully cracks several one-handedly.

“Scrambled, fried, anything but raw please.” I watch in awe as he pulls fruit, butter and what looks like cheese spread from a tiny fridge tucked under the edge of the counter.

“All that fit in there?”

“Somehow, yep.”

Ten minutes later he’s made us scrambled eggs with bell pepper, buttered toast, coffee and strawberries on the side.

“I had no idea you could cook.”

He forks in a mouthful of egg and washes it back with a couple of gulps of coffee. His Adam’s apple bobs and I’m fixated on the sight.

He catches me looking and smirks.

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