Page 57 of Tequila Tuesdays

“Do you want to come in?” I asked.

He nodded. “I do, but we both have work tomorrow.”

“It’s okay. I have leftover grilled chicken, and we can throw together some chicken quesadillas. I’m starving.”

“That sounds good. I’m hungry too.”

We made chicken quesadillas, and a tossed salad together. Whenever I grilled chicken, I always grilled a large portion so I could use it for other meals. I also had a bottle of mezcal, and Damien mixed up a couple of mezcalitas using the fresh oranges from one of my little citrus trees.

Damien dampened the glass rims with an orange slice, then dipped them in chili lime salt. He added mezcal, fresh orange juice, fresh lime juice, and a little orange liqueur then garnished the drinks with an orange wedge.

He slid one over to me. “Try this. It has a nice smoky citrusy flavor.”

I tasted the drink, then ran my tongue over my lips, licking some of the chili lime salt. It was delicious. “Mmm. That’s so good.” He watched me lick more of the salt off with hooded eyes.

We grabbed our plates and drinks, then headed out to my back patio to eat like we’d done it a hundred times before. I turned on my firepit and we ate in front of it. When Damien finished, he leaned back in his chair and took a drink then let out a long exhale.

“Thanks, sweetheart. I needed this.”

His endearment made my heart rate speed up, and it took me a second to answer.

I smiled at him. “You’re welcome. I needed this too.”

We sat and talked a little more about Noah’s reaction to Connor pressing charges, and what our workweek looked like. Finally, we went inside and straightened up the kitchen.

When everything was done, Damien turned to me and leaned against the counter. “Harley, I didn’t want to say anything this weekend because of Frankie. But we need to talk.”

My stomach flipped a little, and I wondered if Damien was finally going to brush me off. Spending so much time with me probably put a cramp in his social life. Or maybe he needed to drop Shanda’s case because he was too busy.

“I thought that’s what we were doing.” I smiled nervously.

He shook his head, then reached out and took my hand, drawing me into his body. “No, Legs. I want to talk about you and me. And this.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. Just the barest touch. I froze at the feel of his lips on mine. It had been so long since I’d kissed anyone, I was afraid for a split second I’d forgotten how. Then he rubbed his nose across my cheek and kissed my neck. My thoughts flitted away, and I shivered and inched closer to him.

Cupping my face, he tipped my lips up and kissed me deeper. Maybe I wasn’t cramping his social life after all. He slanted his mouth across mine and slid his hands around the nape of my neck.

My hands moved around his torso, and then slowly slid up his back while we kissed. I could feel all the wonderful muscles there, from his lats to his deltoids. And holy shit, he felt so hard beneath my hands. I wanted to touch him without his shirt on.

Damien’s tongue slid across my lips, and I made a soft sound in the back of my throat. He parted my mouth and pushed inside. Then he walked me backward until I hit the wall, his front plastered against mine. I stood on my tiptoes to get closer to his mouth. He sucked at my tongue, and I whimpered.

His hands roamed down my sides, and he took hold of my waist and tugged me into him. I could feel his bulge, and I rubbed against him. Finally, he pulled his mouth from mine, and I tried to draw in air.

He laid his forehead on mine. “Holy fuck. I didn’t know we’d set each other off quite like this.”

“Isthiswhat you call talking?” I panted.

He grinned, and his damned dimple popped, making my ovaries flutter. He kissed me again, then nipped my lower lip. “No. But it’s a hell of a lot more fun.”

He’d pinned me against the wall and nestled his thigh between my legs. I could feel his hard length against my stomach, and I rolled my hips against him experimentally.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Don’t do that unless you want to end up on your back in the middle of your kitchen floor the first time.”

“I can’t help it. You feel so good, and it’s been so long.”

He slowly pulled back as if it pained him, then took hold of my shoulders.

“Harley, how long has it been?”

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