Page 34 of Love Gamble

But she’s more important than even that.

I close the space between us and press my lips against hers. A gentle kiss. Sweet.

The opposite of what I’d like to do to her right now.

She pauses our kiss to look me in the eyes.

“Are you sure?” she asks. “You need to think about this because what you’re saying changes everything, and I don’t want you to change your mind and take it all back. I am ten years younger than you, and that’s something you’re going to have to accept.”

We dry our hands, and then turn to face each other.

“I’m not going to take anything back,” I promise her. “And I have accepted it. I don’t want to change anything about you.”

I offer her my hand.

She takes it.

We leave the kitchen, completely different people than when we stepped in.

She leads me to her new room, the tension between us heating up, and I catch her sneaking glances at me. Before she can open the door, I push her back against it and pin her hands. Her eyes stare into my soul with hazel fire, and I’ve never wanted anyone more.

“This is me taking what I want,” I say, then kiss her deeply, the way I’ve been wanting to for so fucking long. She tastes so sweet, and her kiss has been well worth the wait.

When I pull back, she’s breathless, and surprised, and has no usual smart-ass comeback.

Maybe this is the way to handle her.

She locks the door behind her. I don’t know what she has planned, but I’m going to let her lead what happens tonight. I’m not going to have sex with her, though, because I want her first time to be a little more special, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to have a taste.

She tugs her top off, revealing a black bra, and then removes her shoes and jeans. I grin at her confidence, reaching behind me to pull my T-shirt off, throwing it on the floor with her belongings. She takes in my body, and then nods to my jeans. I hesitate, but then get rid of them too, leaving me in just my boxers. She laughs as I lift her up in my arms and carry her to the bed, our lips unable to leave each other.

It feels like a fucking dream to have her like this, and have her body pressed against mine.

I’m harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life, almost like it’s my first time, too.

Which is crazy because I’m definitely not new to this. But experiencing it with her is making it feel that way.

I lay her back on her emerald-green bedsheets and kiss her slowly, trailing down her neck. Then I lift my head and memorize her face, her features, just taking her all in.

“Damon, I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment, don’t you dare stop now,” she growls, eyes narrowing.

I laugh softly. “We aren’t going all the way tonight—”

“Damon!”

“It’s your first time, it should be special—”

“You’ve finally decided to be with me. How is that not special?” she replies, rolling her eyes.

My lip twitches at the exasperation in her tone. “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to give you anything.”

“What?” she asks, and then as I start kissing lower and lower until I reach the edge of her panties, she sighs. “Oh. Okay, that’s very good.”

I slide her panties down and spread her thighs. Pleasuring her and walking away after is going to be fucking hard, but tonight is all about her.

Chapter Sixteen

Corey

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