Page 66 of Accidental Vegas Vows

With his cock wedged firmly between my wetness and his stomach, every step he took rubbed against my clit. A moan escaped me before my back was squarely against a polished wood wall. Arms slipped beneath my legs, hoisting them up, taking my weight along with them.

Before I could even fully work out what was happening, his body shifted, giving him just enough room to position the head of his shaft at my entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. “Dame?—”

“Do you want me?” he asked, green eyes piercing through the darkness and meeting mine.

“I don’t know what you mean.” My chest heaved with every breath, the space between my legs heating and beginning to ache with need. “Of course I want you.”

The tip of his cock pressed in, the sensation swamping my senses as little pinpricks of pain erupted. He hadn’t stretched me at all — he hadn’t even touched me, not really, but he didn’t need to touch me to make me want him.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered, letting my head fall back against the wall. He pushed a little further and the pain began to give way to pleasure. “Ah.”

The moon broke free from behind a cloud and there he was again, painted in that fucking intense silver light. It snuck into every crevice of his body, between cords of muscle, and all I could do was watch as he sank into me fully, watch as he lost himself the moment he bottomed out.

“Fuck, Liv,” he groaned, but he didn’t move. “Let’s just stay here. Fuck everything else. We can go get Noah and bring him up here, and we can stay away from all the bullshit, stay away from work, stay away from Grace, away from the lawsuits and the custody shit. Just you and me.”

I blinked at him. I didn’t know what to say, even if it was hypothetical. Even if it was just his neediness talking, even if it was just a pipe dream. I took his face in my hands, brought him closer to me, and let him share the same air as me. “Damien.”

He searched my eyes — for what, I had no idea. But the way he watched me made my chest ache alongside the need for him to thrust.

“I wish we could,” I breathed. “I do.”

That seemed to be enough for him.

He moved, finally, slipping nearly all the way out before settling himself back inside of me. I slipped a hand between us knowing full well both of his were occupied with holding my weight.

He kissed me. He kissed me intensely as he moved his hips, kissed me the ways I’d always imagined I’d want to be kissed, kissed me in a way that would inevitably screw me up forever. I could tell by the way it hurt instead of helped, but even if it made my chest ache to consider the fact that this wasn’t going to be my forever, it didn’t make the now less enjoyable.

His fingers dug into the backs of my thighs so hard I thought they’d bruise. He moaned against my lips, the sound gruff and dark and desperate, and I followed his lead, swirling my fingers across my clit, letting him fill me over and over.

What if it isn’t like this with someone else?

I batted the thought away. Of course it could be. It was just sex, and that was it.

But it doesn’t feel like it’s just sex.

“I can’t — can’t stop wanting you,” he rasped, his movements getting choppy, his breathing heavy. The way he spoke was erratic, as if his mind was breaking, as if he was losing himself more than he normally did. “You’re, fuck, Liv, I need you. Need this. Needed this.”

My release coiled in my gut, rapidly approaching, and within seconds we were both spilling over the edge, words dripping from our lips, warmth spreading out inside of me and dripping down. He kissed me again the way he had before as he released my legs, letting them fall around his hips. He stayed inside of me, his hands caressing my cheeks, my sides, my rear, anything he could touch.

I cherished every bit of it.

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Along the rocky beach, the waves crashed and formed a low-hanging mist, twinkling in the barely-there sunshine out along the water. We’d hiked our way here despite the ache between my thighs and the slight bit of nausea that had plagued me all day, and the view was absolutely worth the journey.

He’d apologized out of nowhere this morning. He’d said he wasn’t used to drinking so much wine and that it messed with his head, but I didn’t mind it. I’d told him as much, and his answering, soft smile was enough to smooth it all over.

“We should have time to stop in Seattle tomorrow morning before our flight,” he said, leaning back into the damp sand with his hands behind his head beside where I sat. “If you want to.”

“I’d love that,” I grinned. “But you should bring Noah out here. Seriously. Fuck Disney, bring him here next time you get the chance. You guys can like, make a bonfire or set traps or whatever it is guys like to do in the woods.”

He laughed as he slipped one hand out from behind his head and rested it against the small of my back instead. “And what would you be doing? Reading your sexy little books from the balcony?”

My cheeks heated as I looked away from him. “I’d probably be back home in San Fran.”

“Don’t be rid?—”

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