Page 56 of Accidental Vegas Vows

But I was far too nice when it came to her.

I kissed down the side of her neck, across her collarbones, over the curve of her breast. My teeth latched onto her nipple, biting down just enough to cause a ripple of pain through the pleasure.

“Fuck,” she whined, her hands pushing through the strands of my hair, holding me in place. Her walls tightened around my fingers and her breathing escalated, so easily brought to that cliff edge. She leaked around my hand, a viscous mixture of both of us oozing out. “Please, Damien, oh my God?—”

“Come, princess,” I ordered around a mouthful of her breast. “You earned it. You fucking earned it.”

She broke instantly, a shriek ripping from her throat before she instinctively covered her mouth, her body spasming and shifting beneath me. Her nails clawed at my fucking skull, little bursts of pain erupting from plucked hairs, and all I could do was drag her through it and drink it in, wishing I’d left it longer, wishing I’d done this every night since I met her, wishing I had all the time in the world to keep this.

I pulled my fingers from her.

I licked them clean, taking in both of us and the concoction we’d made.

I kissed her. I held her. I ached for her long after we’d finished.

And, stupidly, from the rocking of the ship and the Goddamn pool of bliss she’d given me, I fell asleep with her, flesh to flesh, beneath the sheets.

Chapter 19

Olivia

Walking through the gates of Disneyland was a struggle after what we’d done, but I kept the part of my mind that was angry at myself for letting my wants get the better of me tamped down, at least for today.

I’d warned Damien that despite the looks, a leash for Noah might have been a good idea to keep him from running off every two seconds when he saw something that interested him, but Damien didn’t want to do that. I couldn’t blame him — leash kids were… well, leash kids. But that meant one of us had to hold his hand at all times, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but meant I couldn’t get a moment to speak to Damien out of earshot of Noah.

“This is AMAZING,” Noah shrieked, his eyes locked solely on Sleeping Beauty’s Castle at the other end of Main Street. Ahead of us, a man in a mouse costume spun in a circle with a balloon, and further back, his girlfriend signed autographs.

I’d gone to Disney World a handful of times growing up, but never Disneyland — for all of us, this was something new. I could say with certainty that I’d never been to an amusement park while the space between my legs ached in the best possible way.

Damien scooped Noah up the moment he tried to bolt and plopped him up on his shoulders. “This is amazing,” he said, craning his neck to look up at Noah, “but it would be even better if you stopped trying to get kidnapped.”

“Sorry, Dad.”

Despite his apology, Noah gripped his father’s hair with both hands as if he could pilot Damien by tugging in a certain direction. To my utter surprise, Damien didn’t feel the slightest bit ashamed of the crowd of people around us and humored him, dipping in random directions and practically running into people with each tug on his head. Noah shrieked with laughter, and I couldn’t help but chuckle along at the absurdity of it.

“Are you laughing at me?” Damien challenged, one brow raised as Noah piloted him back to me. He stopped directly in front of me, towering over me in the middle of Main Street, his lips tugging back into a smile.

Fuck, he looked so… normal. In such a good way. “Yes,” I grinned. “Is that a problem?”

Noah pulled back and Damien followed suit, slowly walking backward toward the castle. “I guess we’ll find out later, princess.”

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Twenty rides down, and I was exhausted. I had no idea how Noah found the energy to keep running from spot to spot.

There had only been about five so far that Noah couldn’t ride, and although he was disappointed about those in particular, he’d gotten that energy right back to head on to the next one within seconds. It was go, go, go with him, and even though I could tell Damien was exhausted as the morning turned into late afternoon, he didn’t show it one bit when Noah was watching him.

I could see it, though. I could see it in the little things, like the way he didn’t smile quite as large when Noah lost his mind about meeting Captain Hook, like when he looked to the sky for a second of peace when Noah asked for his fifth churro, like when he squeezed my hand in the small amount of privacy that the Haunted Mansion granted us, his eyes locking with mine for just a second, the tightest grin on his face. He was tired, but he wouldn’t ever let Noah know.

“Jungle Cruise next!” Noah said, pointing in a direction that definitely wasn’t Adventureland.

Damien plucked the map out of the back pocket of his black jeans and put one hand on the top of his son’s head, turning him to point in the correct direction.

“And then we go meet Peter Pan,” he added, skipping off in that direction.

Damien and I followed behind him, keeping him in our sights and within reaching distance as we desperately tried to keep up with the never-ending energy of Noah. For a second, Damien’s attention caught on something else, his hand dipping into his pocket and pulling out his phone before grumbling something too quiet for me to hear and putting it away.

“You okay?” I asked. I wrapped my fingers around his bicep, just a small touch in a sea of people without Noah paying attention.

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