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“No, I want to,” I murmured, nodding along with my affirmation. “I just… are you sure that you want to?”

“What makes you think I don’t want you right now?” he asked, his hips pushing against me again, like he was cementing his point.

“I just…” My words trailed off, my mind suddenly racing with explicit thoughts, like Damon’s mouth all over me and my mouth all over him. “I didn’t think that you’d be interested—”

“Let’s not.”

“Let’s not what?”

“Let’s not pretend like you’re not fucking gorgeous,” he replied, with a wicked grin. “Of course, I want you, Sam. I’d have to be crazy not to.”

I opened my mouth to speak but all the words were kissed right out of me, Damon’s tongue telling me all I needed to know about just how much he wanted me. I groaned against him again, unable to help myself, my own cock straining against the zipper of my jeans.

“Should we take this somewhere else?” Damon suddenly asked, his voice gruff with need.

“Like where?”

Damon smirked without answering the question, his hands already shifting down toward my hips.

4

DAMON

This was the kind of thing that people liked to blame on alcohol.

And I could’ve done that if I wanted to. I could’ve lied to myself and said that the only reason I’d kissed Sam was because my inhibitions had been lowered, that I wouldn’t have kissed him under any other circumstance.

But I knew that wouldn’t be the truth.

I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t even tipsy. Sam’s drink of choice had been delicious, but it was closer to fruit punch than it was the kind of alcohol that did any damage. Which meant that I was in control of all my faculties, each part of me currently yearning to be closer and closer to Sam. It’d started once we’d gotten to the cabin, and by the time he was groaning in the kitchen after trying my food, I knew it was going to be nearly impossible to pretend like I didn’t want him.

How was I supposed to get that sound out of my head?

How was I supposed to go the rest of my life without getting him to repeat that same groan, underneath me, our naked bodies pressed against each other?

It was why when he’d confessed that he wanted me, too, I knew that I needed to take my shot then and there.

And now, as I quietly led him by the hand to the cabin bedroom, I was confident that I’d made the right decision, that jumping in with both feet wasn’t going to be on a list of regrets anytime soon. A few moments later, and we were crossing the threshold, Sam coming in behind me, his expression wired and bright.

Before he had a chance to speak, I gently pressed him against the nearest wall, my hands reaching toward the bottom of his shirt. I pulled it over his head without saying a word, feeling something like impatience coursing through me, like I was finally getting to unwrap a gift I’d been waiting on all year.

Fuck.

Of course, Sam’s body was as beautiful as the rest of him, his frame smaller than mine but still muscular and lean. He had the body of a runner, of a Greek statue that would’ve been in a museum for centuries and centuries.

“Buyer’s remorse?” Sam joked; his gaze fixed on mine.

“We’re going to work on that,” I replied, as I trailed one of my hands down his bare chest.

“Work on what?”

“The way you talk about yourself,” I answered. “You shouldn’t feel like you need to degrade yourself before other people get the chance to.”

“That’s not what I was—”

“But for now,” I cut him off, with a grin, my hands already tugging his jeans down his waist. “I’d like to finish unwrapping you.”

Sam went quiet as I pulled his jeans and boxers down toward the floor. He then silently stepped out of them before leaning right back against the wall. I took another moment to take him in, shamelessly moving my attention up and down his naked frame.

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