Page 67 of Heart Taker

“I’m quite taken with it,” Damien replied.

Only, he wasn’t staring at the lake, but at me.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I said that out loud,” he whispered.

I reached down and rested a reassuring hand on his hip. Wanting—no, needing—to touch him. Any part of him. All that desperation I felt earlier came rushing back, adrenaline coursing through my body. My jeans were too tight, my cock hard and aching.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

I recognized the fight in his gaze. He was holding on tight to his control. Feverishly, I wanted to be the one to break it.

“I should say no,” he started, and my stomach dropped out. “I should definitely say no… but I won’t. I can’t.”

Suddenly, I was the one who was nervous.

“Damien.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“You saying my name like that gets me every fucking time,” he admitted.

When he opened his eyes again, there was desire in those vivid blues, and all that heat was aimed at me. He slid his hand to my waist, and I did the same, pulling him in tight, letting him feel how much I wanted him. And when his hard cock brushed against mine, despite the layers of denim between us, it took every ounce of my control to go slow.

Then, I didn’t need to.

Damien moved first.

CHAPTER 20

DAMIEN

Ihadn’t kissed a guy in years, so I should’ve been nervous. And I was, from the moment I saw Silas in the gym this morning to the second he stepped into my home.

But once he touched me, something inside clicked. I didn’t have time to think, I wanted to feel. And there wasn’t any hesitation in the way I reached for him.

Kissing Silas didn’t feel like a mistake, but the best damn thing that had happened to me.

Nothing this good could be wrong. And if it was, it would be worth whatever chaos would come after.

The second my lips touched his, that first heady taste, my nerves fled along with my concerns. I don’t know if it was me, him, or the impact of the two of us coming together, but it was on. I slid my tongue deep in his mouth, and hearing Silas’s groan of pleasure had me rubbing my hips against his, desperate for friction. His hands moved up my back, sparking trails of fire along my skin. When he reached my neck, his grip turned possessive as he brought me even closer, manhandling me, until my back hit the railing. And fuck, that move was a total turn on. It made my cock ache so hard, so fast, that I was in danger of coming in my jeans.

We ate at each other’s mouths, all eager tongues and lusty moans. The rough scrape of his beard against my lips heightened my pleasure, and I barely recognized the feral groan that rumbled out of my chest. Silas leaned back briefly, licking his lips and staring at me like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

That makes two of us…

One taste of him was only a tease, and I needed more.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” I growled, chasing his mouth.

His responding chuckle was deep and dirty. “Is that an order, Coach?”

“Goddamn right it is.”

The words barely left my mouth when he reached for me again, kissing me senseless. One of Silas’s skillful hands slid down my chest, his thumb teasing my nipple, goosebumps erupting all over my skin. Since when did that touch feel so freaking good?

“Take this off,” Silas demanded, his voice hoarse as he pulled at my T-shirt.

I broke the kiss and we both reached for each other, him yanking up my tee, me nearly ripping his in my rush to touch his skin. I flung his shirt aside, and ran my hands along his taut pecs, tracing those sexy floral tattoo designs. I was going to lick every single one.

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