Page 63 of Heart Taker

“Damien?”

He paced beside me, hands on his hips. “I think I should leave.”

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m the only one feeling this and I’ll go.”

“I don’t know what to… I mean, you—” Damien shook his head. “You and I should… fuck.”

“Exactly, you and I should fuck,” I teased and stood up to face him. “But we can start with a kiss.”

Damien’s eyes locked on my mouth and there was no stopping the way my pulse kicked up, all the blood in my body rushing south as my shorts grew tighter. And God, he smelled better than good, like sweat and sunshine, and I wanted to lean down and taste every inch of him.

“Don’t deny what’s going on here,” I added, stepping closer. I didn’t miss the flare of heat in his dark blue gaze. “Give me a chance.”

“Silas, this isn’t the time or place,” he whispered.

I licked my lips. “So, name one.”

“This is crazy. If anyone found out?—”

“They’re not going to,” I insisted. “What happens between us is our business.”

“Christ, you’re relentless.”

I shook my head and pointed to theRuthlesstattoo on my abs. Close enough.

“I know what I want, and I go after it.”

Damien twisted the towel in his hands.

“Text me later,” Damien finally replied. “We can meet up and… talk about this.”

It wasn’t a date, but I’d take it.

“You’re not going to ghost me, are you?” I teased, swiping a hand down my face and then my chest, watching the way his eyes tracked my hand.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

No, he wouldn’t. I was starting to think that I knew Damien more than any man I’d ever met. There was a warning in my brain that told me to put a stop to this, that he and I would turn out to be more than I could handle. But life was boring without taking risks.

I was about to say something flirty in response when I heard a door slam. We weren’t alone in the gym anymore.

“I need to finish my workout,” I stated reluctantly.

Damien nodded. “I’ll leave you to it.”

He walked past me, his arm brushing mine. The indelible spark that passed between us was not a fluke.

Before he could take off for good, I reached for his bicep, his skin hot and slick. I didn’t want to let go and what was even more satisfying was that Damien didn’t pull away.

“Don’t forget your stuff,” I reminded him, motioning to his water bottle and the set of keys lying on the floor.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, sounding breathless. “Thanks.”

I dropped my hand slowly, fighting every urge I had to pull him closer.

Then he was gone, leaving me staring at my stunned reflection in the mirrored wall.

What are you doing? Fucking around with your coach could screw up your life exponentially. And his.

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