Page 36 of A Billionaire Rebel

“Perfect.”

The kids’ movie was still playing, but I’d watched it a dozen times with Kevin, and I was paying more attention to the feel of Damon’s hand moving up and down my arm. I doubted he was engrossed in the cartoon either, but neither of us said anything or even looked away from the screen.

Not even when his arm dropped to my waist, and his fingers slipped under the bottom of my shirt. I put my hand on his leg, moving it from knee to mid-thigh with the same rhythm that his fingers slid back and forth across my skin.

The simmer of heat between us grew until the credits ran, and I decided I wanted more. Using his shoulders for leverage, I pulled myself onto his lap and covered his mouth with mine.

It took him about three seconds to realize this was actually happening, and then he was kissing me back. His hands slid down to my ass, squeezing before moving up and under my shirt. I burned wherever he touched me, throbbed at the place where our jeans kept us apart.

He groaned into my mouth when I rocked against him, and I ground down harder, shivering when his teeth sank into my bottom lip. His hand tightened on my breast, and I ran my nails down his chest, wishing he had his shirt off, and I could do that on bare skin rather than through his shirt.

“Fuck,” he growled as he pulled his mouth away from mine. “Jae, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to come in my pants.”

“But I want to come,” I said breathlessly. I rolled my hips, and he cursed again, his eyes closing as his head tilted back.

Damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Well, aside from Damon naked. Or coming. Or…dammit. It was just him. Laughing, smiling, serious, protective, passionate, and so much more. He was the whole package, and while his confidence said he knew it, he hadn’t crossed into entitled arrogance.

If I wasn’t careful, I could fall in love with him.

Before I could become properly horrified at that particular revelation, I heard a key in the door.

“Shit. Jamie’s home.”

I scrambled to get off Damon, tugging down my shirt as I tumbled onto the couch. He pulled a pillow onto his lap, and I resumed leaning on him but kept my hands to myself.

His arm across my shoulders was nice, but I couldn’t help wishing Jamie had been running late. Then again, maybe it was better this way. I didn’t even want to think what would’ve happened if Damon and I had kept going right here on the couch, and Jamie had caught us wearing a little less.

“Hey.” Jamie’s eyes widened at the sight of Damon sitting next to me. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too.” Damon’s smile was a little strained, and I wasn’t sure which would be worse, Jamie thinking it was because of her, or Jamie finding out it was due to the fact that he was trying to hide an erection under a decorative pillow.

“Did Kevin eat his dinner?” She turned her attention to me, the little smile on her lips telling me she was glad Damon was here with me.

“He did.” I stood and followed her over to the fridge. If Kevin hadn’t been sleeping, I would’ve stayed on the couch with Damon. “We also had a very small ice cream snack.”

“Mom was that bad?” Jamie asked as she put her lunch bag away.

“She wasn’t happy with our dinner selection.” One of the things Jamie had insisted on when she’d first moved in here was that we shared all information pertaining to Kevin, especially when it came to our parents. I couldn’t try to protect her from the things that might hurt her feelings.

Jamie rolled her eyes. “Please tell me she didn’t know Damon was going to be here.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t think either of us was prepared to deal with the explosion that would come afterthatparticular revelation.”

“You know I’m okay with him being here, right?” Jamie said, glancing over to where Damon was still sitting.

“I wouldn’t have invited him otherwise.” I gave her a sideways squeeze. “One of these days, Mom and Dad are going to acknowledge what a great mother you are, and then they’ll feel awful at how harsh they’ve been.”

She sighed. “I’m just hoping it doesn’t take them until Kevin graduates from high school.”

“It won’t.” Even though I was trying to reassure her, I didn’t entirely believe it myself. I loved my parents, but it was rare for them to admit when they were wrong, especially Mom, and she was always the more vocal of the two.

“I’m going to go take a long shower,” she said.

“Hey,” I hesitated, then pushed on ahead. “Do you mind if I ask him to stay? I get it if you don’t want to risk Kevin seeing Damon during the night or in the morning–”

“Of course.” She hugged me. “You’ve already given up so much for Kevin and me. I never want you to feel like you need to put your life on hold. Especially when you have someone like Damon Holden waiting for you.”

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