“And you know howIfeel about pizza.”
He leaned forward and captured my lips with his.
This kiss was the complete opposite of our first. He ran his hand up from my shoulder and toyed with my hair. His tongue lazily caressed mine, telling me he was in no hurry to end it.
He was tasting me this time, sipping me like a fine scotch.
Pulling back, his gaze swept over me. I was close enough now that I could see the flecks of gray in those bright blue eyes. “Now that I’ve tasted you, I only want more.”
“It goes both ways,” I said as I leaned forward, eager to have his lips on me again.
He growled as he sucked my lower lip into his mouth. “We are never going to get food.”
“Pizza can be delivered to the room, and while we wait, there is plenty of time for kissing.”
“You’ve convinced me. Pizza it is.”
With one last kiss, he moved off the bed and away from me, grabbing his sweatpants, and putting them on.
I let out a whine of protest, I didn’t want him to cover up. I was finally getting to see all the goods he was packing—and boy were they impressive.
He looked at me, amused. “To keep the temptation at bay.”
I rolled my eyes with a huff. “Fine.”
I reached for the shirt he’d taken off and pulled it over me. The soft fabric made my skin tingle, and it still smelled like him.
His gaze narrowed. “I like the way you look in my shirt.”
“It’s too bad you haven’t seen me sleep in your sweatshirt.”
“You sleep in it? Lucky bastard has been touching your skin this whole time?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I don’t like to be cold. It comes in handy.”
“God dammit. I’ve never been so jealous of a piece of fabric before. So this is why you haven’t given it back, hm?”
It didn’t pass my notice that his cock was half erect, pushing against the cotton fabric of the sweats, and my desire from earlier returned.The muscles in my lower belly tightened. I could still feel him inside me, his hands on my skin, his tongue on my nipple.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m like a damn nympho.
But Damien turned away from me and picked up his cell phone.I took a deep breath, trying to focus my wayward thoughts.
“Any topping requests?”
“How about pepperoni and green peppers? Can you add mushrooms for me?”
“You remembered.”
“Duh.”
He shook his head as his fingers flew across the screen on his phone. A few moments later, he set it down. “It will be here in thirty. I’ll have to meet them in the lobby.”
I stood from the bed and approached him. “I’ll walk down there with you,” I paused. “What kind of trouble can we get into in thirty minutes?”
“I’m sure there’s plenty,” he said.
Standing on my tip toes, I slid my hands up his shoulders, trying to press myself against him.
