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“Damian, I—” She stopped, searching for the right thing to say.

But there were no words for this.

He took her hand and leaned forward, his voice rougher than he’d intended. “Let’s get the check.”

CHAPTER 18

Thorn was a hot, sweaty mess when they left the taverna, but once they’d gotten back to the hotel, she was beyond salvaging. Too far gone to even consider objecting, she let Damian lead her by the hand up to their room.

As soon as Damian kicked the door shut, they collided like magnets. His arms encircled her back, trapping her against him, while she lifted her chin, already seeking out his mouth.

With a groan, he lowered his head and claimed her lips, kissing her deep and hard until her head was spinning.

Oh, God.

She was swirling out of control. The rush was all-consuming, and any semblance of rational thought flew from her mind as his lips crushed against hers, bruising in their intensity.

His hot tongue delved into her mouth, probing, exploring, devouring.

She was burning up inside. The taste of him, his masculine scent, his aftershave—so intense, so addictive—it was all too much. She was losing it.

Melting.

Incinerating.

It was crazy, yet somehow, she craved more. Clutching onto his arms, she kissed him back fiercely, hearing him growl. His hands became more urgent, running up her back, tugging the dress off her shoulders.

No argument there.

One day…

One day to give in to the desire that had been raging through her since they’d first met. That messed up emotion that had skewed her opinion of him, the revelation about righting wrongs, the naked attraction she couldn’t ignore—it all came out now in this deep, toe-curling kiss.

“Damian…” she gasped, as his mouth moved from her lips to her neck, and down to her shoulder. His stubble burned a scorching trail across her skin, making her tilt her neck back to give him better access.

He paused, looking up at her. His fiery gaze filled with such heat, it made her legs weak. There was a question in his eyes, as if he were giving her a chance to resist, a chance to push him away.

She didn’t.

If she were honest, she’d known this would happen from the moment he’d given her the blue dress. Possibly even earlier, from the kiss on the mountain trail.

One night…

A triumphant glimmer lit his eyes as he tugged the dress down until it was bunched around her waist. Her breasts jumped free, the sports bra doing nothing to stop her nipples from hardening into tight little buds.

In one quick move, he unsnapped the fastens at the back, and it flew off, exposing her bare breasts. Now she was totally exposed, but she didn’t care. Not when she saw the look on his face. Awe, mixed with something much more intense.

He emitted another low groan as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

The heat.

His mouth was scorching hot, and she cried out as his tongue caressed the engorged nub. Her breasts hadn’t been touched, other than by her own hand, for nearly a decade. They weren’t used to this type of searing onslaught.

Sparks flew from her breasts to her belly, to her core, and she clamped her legs together as she felt a surge of wetness.

“Relax,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the other breast. “Let yourself enjoy it.”

Oh, God. She was going to self-combust. Any moment now and she’d burst into flames. It was too much, too overwhelming.

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