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“You bet your sweet, biteable ass, I would,” I growl.

“Biteable?” She arches a brow. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You don’t think so?” I challenge.

The moment I round the island and start toward her, she squeals, races into the bathroom and shuts the door.

“You better run,” I murmur under my breath, my dick getting hard when I think of all the things we have yet to do.

I hope she’s ready because I don’t plan to waste one single minute over the next few days. I plan to take full advantage of that luscious body of hers and make sure she’s satisfied in every possible way.

13

CARLOTTA

Staring at myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth, I come to several conclusions. First, I look happier than I’ve ever been before. Truly like a woman who was fucked good and well, and that’s a first for me which makes it slightly delicious. My cheeks glow and there’s a pleasant buzz moving just beneath my skin. Like a current that has my entire body tingling. I can still feel a twinge between my legs, but it’s not unpleasant. It’s just a sexy reminder of how big Damon is and what he can do with that magical cock of his. I’m glad I waited for him and his experience made last night unforgettable in every way.

Second, it makes me happy that he’s beginning to open up to me. If I had to guess, I’d say he probably rarely, if ever, confides in anyone. Maybe by talking about his past, he can find some kind of healing. He said he’s broken and I’ll do whatever I can to help him feel whole again. No matter what he thinks about himself, I know he’s a good man. A protector to his core who will defend the people he loves.

And, third, I’m going to enjoy every moment we have up here, isolated in this cabin together. He’s adamant we can’t see each other again once we return to the city, but I’m not onboard with that idea at all. In fact, my plan is to slowly make him see how good we are together. Because if last night is any indication, I don’t see how he could just walk away.

I can smell the yummy scent of brewing coffee and I’m ready for the caffeine jolt. After changing back into Damon’s sweatpants and T-shirt and pulling my hair up into a messy bun, I walk out of the bathroom and head over to the island where he sits.

Pulling out the stool beside him, I drop down and reach for the steaming mug waiting for me. I lift it up, blow lightly, and take a sip. “Thank you,” I say. I’m used to sweet, flavored coffee, but surprisingly, I realize that I don’t mind this plain black stuff.

“You’re welcome.”

I glance over at him from the corner of my eye and my heart kicks up a notch. He’s starting to affect me and that’s scary. Especially since he doesn’t want anything long term. But how can I not be affected by him? His dark stubble is thicker now, a light beard, and I can still remember how it felt scraping against my inner thighs. His long fingers are wrapped around his mug and he lifts it up, touches his mouth to the side and drinks. That same mouth that latched onto my pussy last night again and again and made me scream.

I’m getting hot and bothered, and I really need to cool off.

“How about that walk?” I suggest.

He looks over and smirks as though he can hear my salacious thoughts.

“You ready?”

I nod. “Yep. Can I take my coffee with me?”

He gives me a funny look. “Of course. You can do whatever you want.”

I guess it was a silly question, but I’m so used to asking for permission before I do something. I don’t really know why. Maybe because I’m the youngest and I’m used to being bossed around. Or maybe because it’s the polite thing to do.

“Make sure to bundle up,” he tells me and finishes the rest of his coffee. “It’s going to be chilly out there.”

I follow him over to the closet and he pulls out a jacket and a scarf for me. I wrap myself up and watch as he slips his leather jacket on.

“What about you?” I ask and nudge him with my shoulder.

“I don’t need any extra layers. You’re making me hot enough.”

A pleasant blush warms my cheeks as we walk outside. I’m glad to know he’s as affected as I am. We head down the steps and I look up at the perfect sky above. It’s sunny, not a cloud in all that azure beauty, but it’s definitely cold. One of those brisk, late fall days where the leaves crunch beneath your feet and thoughts of hot cocoa fill your head. The holidays are approaching fast and I wonder who Damon plans to spend them with since he doesn’t have any family. The idea of him being alone bothers me. A lot.

So much, in fact, that I decide to bring it up.

Damon leads us away from the cabin and toward the woods. “This way,” he says, pointing out a path.

“I can’t believe how fast this year has flown by. It’s going to be Christmas before you know it.”

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