At one point, she leans over the coffee table, and I catch a glimpse of her thick, full ass hugged tightly by her jeans. My dicktwitches and stiffens as I imagine tearing down her jeans. Sliding my hand between her legs to feel how wet I’ve made her.
She looks at me over her shoulder. Catches me looking. Doesn’t look too mad about it.
Soon, we’re done. We stand at the door together. The living room is once again a winter wonderland.
“Happy?” she says, turning to me.
The decorations don’t do much for me, but her expression does.
“Ecstatic,” I murmur.
Another eye roll. I love her sassiness. Her sincerity.
“I should go,” she says. “I’ve got work later.”
“Thanks for coming by,” I tell her, following her toward the door.
“Thanks for saying that like you mean it.”
In the hall, I lean past her to grab her coat from the peg. She looks up at me and bites her lip. Makes a breathy noise that thunders through my body and goes straight to my base.
Her eyes brim with expectation. She lets her lip go. Opens her mouth like she’s expecting a kiss.
Fuck.
She seems ready. Eager for it. My thoughts cloud as I try to remember Julian, how much of a betrayal this would be. Try to remember how unsuited this bright, happy, ray of sunshine woman is to my world. How unsuited she is to the Beast.
Then I kiss her.
She gasps with surprise as I take her arms in my hands and hold her tightly, pulling our bodies together. My length presses through my pants. I can feel her heat through her clothes. She whimpers, opens her mouth. Finds my tongue as I search for hers.
Her hands glide to my shirt, tug on it. Our mouths work in unison. Hot pleasure surges through my body, urging me to tear at her clothes.
Then I see Julian. Staring at me from my thought. From my memory.
“What the hell are you doing, Damian?”
I let her go. Step away quickly, like she’s on fire and the flames are going to spread.
“That was…” She stares at me with panic.
“Nothing happened,” I snarl.
She nods quickly, avoiding my eye. “Yeah. Right. Exactly. Nothing happened.”
She grabs her coat, doesn’t bother putting it on, and just leaves.
I close the door behind her, but I can’t stop myself from watching her through the peephole. My stiff cock grows even harder. My chest tightens. My thoughts go to insane and unlikely places.
I bury it all.
That’s a lie. I try to. But I fail miserably.
Already, I’m thinking about kissing her again.
Already, I’m thinking about doing more than just kissing.
CHAPTER 6
