"Aria, what are you doing?" Damien hissed.
His large hands shot out, clamping around her wrists, pinning them firmly against the leather console.
Aria blinked, struggling uselessly against his grip. "I am trying to help you ice your balls!"
"You don't want to do that," Damien gritted out.
"Why? Are you shy?" Aria challenged, arching a brow. "I've seen it a dozen times, Damien."
"That is not the issue," Damien ground out, leaning closer as his voice dropped into a low whisper. "If your hands are on me, touching me down there, I am going to get hard. And if I get hard, the blood rushing to bruised, inflamed tissue is going to hurt ten times worse."
Aria froze.
A slight blush reddened her cheeks, rushing all the way down to her collarbones.
"I... I wasn't trying to seduce you!" she stuttered, her eyes wide and defensive. "I was just trying to help apply the ice!"
Damien's golden eyes darkened, his gaze dropped to her parted lips.
