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I shake my head. “Only yours—the same way you push mine.” Our lips are still rubbing against each other, my heart fluttering as a result, my mind exploding with thoughts of a future with Damon.
“I promised myself I would always want her.”
He kisses me softly, shivers hijacking every inch of space on my body. I feel every single movement, like time stands still when I’m in Damon’s arms. I forget all other loyalties, everyone else I love and care about.
I’m not sure that’s a good thing. It makes me feel good but for how long?
“Damon, answer me. If she were here, would you want to fuck her over me?”
I don’t know where this desperation comes from—maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s my decision to really leave Harvey this time, or maybe it’s the fact that I realized I have stronger feelings for Damon than I originally thought.
He closes his eyes, his face constricting in agony. I hate her for doing this to him, and yet I envy her, for she’s the object of his full affection. He loves her so much he’ll never be able to love another.
I swallow deeply when he shakes his head, his lips touching mine.
“No.” His jaw clenches. “I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone else.”
His words are like alternative music to my ear—they appease my soul, ease my anxiety, and feed my conscience. “No one?”
“No one. Just you.”
We stare at each other like two stars in the sky ready to crash and explode and shine bright.
“I want you spread out for me, Gemma.”
I moan as he grips my ass. “And your heart?”
I can’t stop—not tonight. I feel the liquid courage dissipating out of my veins, and I need to use every bit of it before morning comes. Then he’ll be the distant CEO once more.
I listen to the sound of his chuckle snap a fragment of my heart. If it could break into pieces, it would. Just because he wants to sleep with me doesn’t mean he’ll ever want my love.
“I told you I didn’t want your heart, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, well, you said a lot of things. You never told me how easy it would be to fall for you. You said not to fall for you,” I whisper, “but dammit, Damon, you never said how easy it would be.”
His groan fills the room as he tilts my head to break our talk, our moment, sealing it with a kiss. I have no idea if this is his version of telling me he liked hearing the words I just spoke, or if it’s his way of keeping me at an arm’s length, refusing to answer any of my inquiries.
Two of his fingers lift my chin higher so he can devour more of my mouth. Heat radiates through my cells, sparking up a fireinside me, as his tongue dances around mine before he gently sucks on it.
I’m rocking my hips back and forth, reveling in the feel of his hand as it reaches under my T-shirt.
“Damon,” I beg, halting our kiss.
He ignores my plea, reaching for my lips again.
Damon is like having my very own brand of serum injected in my veins to secure a high. He’s life and explosions and bungee drops and speed, and heights. With his hands over my body and his lips cherishing mine, my heart is desperate to confess the depth of my feelings for him.
Being with him feels like trying out a new drug, with its heightened sense of sound and smell and taste. You know you shouldn’t become addicted to it, you know it’s bad for you, but you can’t help yourself.
You’re in too deep. You feel too thoroughly.
As if with every kiss, every roughness coming from his hand, my body gets branded with a new heat wave sent straight down. There’s no stopping it, and I blame my pussy for numbing my brain. And maybe even confusing my heart.
His thumb plays with my bottom lip after our lips finally part.
I’m tired, yet I don’t want to leave his embrace. So, I settle for listening to his heartbeat until I fall asleep in his arms.
I’m no longer in Damon’s arms when I wake up. I’m on the plush hotel bed, and the only thing that’s keeping me company is a headache.
