Page 57 of Damien
Pushing the coffee table out of the way, I sit on the couch and wait for her to join me.
When she hesitates, it’s clear her confidence and bravado may have some cracks. This just won’t do. “Come here, Van. There’s no pressure. It’s just me. We can sit, eat pizza, and watch a movie, or we can keep making out like before. I never mean to make you uncomfortable, ‘mkay?”
“Oh, I’m uncomfortable all right,” she says teasingly as she plops down beside me.
“Uncomfortable how?” I ask for clarification.
“Well,” she huffs out. “If you must know, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your magnificent lips all week. We’ve hardly had any time alone since you came over for dinner, so yeah… I’ve been all out of sorts. I haven’t felt this way… ever… so I entirely blame…” She points at my chest. “You.”
Fuck, she’s adorable.
Laughing, I pull her onto my lap, so that she’s facing me. “Well, we can’t have that now. If you’ve been thinking about kissing meall week, thenI can definitely help you in that department right this very second.”
The moment my lips meet hers, we’re right back to where we started before the pizza arrived. Her hands run through my hair and along my neck, making my senses become overloaded. She may kill me with how much I want her, but at least I’ll die a happy man.
When her hand slips under my t-shirt, as her fingers trace along the planes of my abs and up my chest, I break the kiss to give her more of what she wants. Ripping my shirt over my head with one hand, I’m pleased when her eyes widen, and she whispers, “Oh, I could get used to this.”
Chuckling, I suggest, “All you had to do was ask.”
“Good to know.” She rolls her eyes. “Now get over here, so I can admire you.” Her flirty confidence makes me like her more than I thought possible. When her lips meet mine, the inferno picks up where we left off. My hand slides down her back, and I run my fingers along her exposed skin at the top of her jeans.
When she breaks our kiss to look me in the eye, heat radiates from them. “Damien,” comes out slow and seductive. “I want nothing more than to take my shirt off and feel your skin against mine—but with your lack of curtains, I think we might need to move this to another room.”
Fuck me. Why did I take them down last week in the first place? Oh, right. I’m replacing the windows next week and wanted to be ready for the installers.
Why the fuck am I thinking about that now though?
“There is privacy in my bedroom,” I admit. God, the thought of having her sprawled out across my bed and taking my time to get to know her better sounds like the best idea—ever.
Without saying a word, Vanessa stands and reaches for my hand. “Then let’s go.”
The moment we walk through my bedroom door, I shut it for an added layer of protection from my neighbors, then step toward her predatorily. “Is this private enough?”
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Vanessa
“Yes,”I whisper, tilting my face to meet his. With one hand, Damien grips the base of my neck as my other snakes around my waist, pulling me closer. “Mmmmm,” I moan as my fingers sprawl across the light dusting of hair on his chest. Damien feels incredible.
When his hand slips under my shirt, and his fingers run along my spine, I’m reminded of why we came in his room. Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I hastily pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.
Damien’s dark eyes widen in appreciation, and I feel even bolder than before. I’m entirely in uncharted territory, but I’ve read a lot of romance. For some reason, this man makes me feel confident in ways I’ve never imagined.
Sure, I’ve had sex before—hello, I’m a teenage mom. But I’m extremely limited in my experience.
Damien doesn’t even have to touch me for my breast to feel heavier and my bra tighter. Gazing at me with such adoration has my clit thumping and heart racing. I might not have had an orgasm without it being a solo mission, but I do know what it feels like to anticipate one.
Glancing at the bed, I’m reminded of just how long it’s been since I’ve had sex. Exactly nine months before Julia was born. I’d lost my virginity and gained a daughter all in one night. I don’t regret it for anything. But Damien should know, so if things progress that far, he can be prepared.
What if he doesn’t want to be with me once he finds out?
Damien senses my hesitation and completely misreads it.
“If you’d rather go back to the living room, I’m fine with that, too,” he offers.
Knowing the truth is the quickest way to put my fears at ease, I straighten my shoulders and begin, “No. I want to be here. But before things go any further, I think there’s something you need to know.”
The look of uncertainty that flashes across his beautiful features has me quickly spouting my truth to put his unease at rest. “I…” Where the fuck do I begin?
