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“No matter what happens after tonight, I get to keep you. I need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll stay. Both of you. I’m not ready to let you go, and I refuse to risk losing our family because I can’t keep my dick in my pants. I’ve waited two years already. I can wait longer. Hell, I’ll become a damn monk before I risk losing what we’ve built. The two of you mean more to me than one night in a hotel room.”
Chapter Twelve
Gia
I love you.
I practiced those three words over and over again in my head on the flight here. I told myself that I’d wait until the right moment. I promised myself that I would know when it was right.
But now I’m not sure that moment is going to come after all. Or ever.
What’s the protocol for when you fall in love with your husband? I wish I knew.
Need courses through every last inch of my body as Damien holds me hostage against the wall of his hotel room. The only barrier between the desire wreaking havoc on my nervous system and the blissful high of ecstasy I’m certain will come the moment he touches me is hanging in the balance of one single word.
Yes.
The problem? The consent he wants is for one night. I don’t want only tonight. If I agree to his condition, where does that leave us? Will I be tormented by the memories of this night for the next sixteen years? Is this it? Is this all there is for us? There has to be more. He said it himself last night. I might not be a princess, but I deserve my own happy ending.
“What do you say, Click? Are you in?” His voice is gravelly, and the sound makes my skin tingle with awareness. When was the last time our bodies were this close without a toddler screaming for attention?
Are you in?
I spiral down a black hole of memories, transported back in time to what feels like a lifetime ago. How different is this moment? Really? Because both times this man stood in front of me and asked me that question, my life was about to change. I get the feeling it’s about to change again. Ready or not.
He holds my hands up above my head with one hand, and the other finds my thigh, slowly inching up the skin beneath my black dress. I bought this dress on the way here. I didn’t have much time after I dropped off Astria with Sylvia. It’s been ages since I went shopping. Thankfully, the outlet store next to the airport had exactly what I needed to feel sexy again.
My thighs are slick with my desire for him. A low ache has already begun deep in my belly. It wouldn’t take much. I’m desperate for some relief.
His fingers reach the thin material of the black lace thong I picked out specifically for tonight. He drags one finger beneath the lace and my breathing stutters. I’m already nearly gone for him. Maybe he’s right. Maybe we can just fuck this out of our systems tonight, and all of the other feelings will go away. A girl can dream.
Don’t get me wrong. I love being Mama. I love being Click. But for once I want Damien to see me as Gia. I want him to see me as a woman. I want to feel desired. Even if all we have is tonight.
I’m taking back my fucking name.
“Yes, I’m in.” I give in.
Everything happens so fast.
Damien swallows my words as he slants his mouth down onto mine. His tongue slides over my teeth and down my throat demanding he take what is rightfully his. He groans as he moves his lips against mine, and the sound is like an electric shock to my system. His lips are the perfect mixture of firm and thick. His tongue is demanding, but gentle.
This is a kiss that you remember for a lifetime; it brands your soul and steals air from your lungs.
The walls we’ve so carefully constructed come crashing down around us in a flurry of hands and lips and tongues.
My head slams up against the wall, but I don’t care, I want more. I crave it.
He wraps the hand that was just skimming the skin beneath my dress around the lace material that I meticulously selected for tonight, and with one swift flick of the wrist, it falls from my body to the floor at our feet.
My dress is yanked up around my ribcage. I press my body against the wall and use the leverage to lift myself and wrap my legs around Damien’s waist. I kick off my sneakers and cross my ankles at his back, pressing my now exposed clit against Damien’s belt, searching for pressure as he continues to assault my mouth with his tongue. The cold metal feels so good against my heated flesh.
Finally, Damien releases my hands and they immediately go to the base of his neck. I tangle my fingers in his hair. God, how I love this man’s hair. My hips take on a life of their own. I writhe against him. I can feel how hard he is through his slacks. I relish the fact that I did that. Maybe he doesn’t think of me as his best friend’s little sister after all.
Suddenly, he reaches up between us, gripping the slender column of my neck. His fingers cover my throat, and he pushes me away, pressing my head against the wall with a force that takes me by surprise. My eyes flare wide, fear skates down my spine. I trust Damien, but I don’t know what’s happening. This is so different from the first time we were together.
His fingers tighten a little more, and his eyes dilate as he watches my reaction in the dimly lit room. My legs remain securely wrapped around his hips.
I can feel my heart beating in my throat.
