Page 70 of Heart Taker

“You and me both.”

CHAPTER 21

SILAS

Damien offered me his hand.

It was a simple gesture, no big deal, and yet it was a huge shift for me.

Normally, I’d be up off my knees and heading for the door by now—if there was a door. I didn’t need anyone’s hand to help me get up. Touching after sex was not my thing. Once I came, I was out of there. I always got off on pleasuring my partner, but that’s all it was. Once the orgasms were done, I didn’t care to stick around. Not for any more touching and certainly not to talk. Fuck no.

But with Damien, I didn’t want to leave.

You are so screwed and I’m not talking about sex.

I wanted to take his hand.So, I did.

He helped me stand up and it was a good thing since my legs were shaky. In fact, I was trembling all over. Eye to eye, I was waiting for him to suddenly change his mind. To tell me he was done.

Go. Get lost.

It was a mistake.

It never happened.

Instead of words filled with regret, he leaned in to kiss me. But before he could make contact, I put my hand on his chest.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” I asked. “I just had your cum in my mouth.”

Damien cupped my jaw, his grip possessive, as he brushed his lips against mine. “I know. And yes, I definitely want to kiss you.”

He silenced any further comment by taking my lips again. This time, the kiss was slow and sexy, like we had all the time in the world. Like his mouth was made for mine.

“I need to clean up.”

“The bathroom’s past the kitchen, first door on the left,” he offered.

“How about you join me?” I replied, wanting to see the full Damien Banning in all his naked glory.

“I… think I need a minute, or more like twenty, to recover.” He offered with a tentative smile, a dimple in his left cheek popping out. “This thirty-year-old doesn’t have your stamina.”

“I didn’t mean for that,” I started to backtrack. “You’re right, I’ll?—”

Damien, whose hand was still in mine, ignored my rambling and pulled me into the house.

“Look, maybe it’s best if I go,” I muttered.

“Is that what you want?” He paused and stared at me, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that hit me right in the chest. “To leave?”

“No,” I replied and kissed him, reassuring him in the only way I could. I wanted to kiss him again and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop. And I sure as fuck wanted to stay. “But I want you to be comfortable.”

He gave me a knowing smirk and kissed me soundly.

“Hurry up and get in my shower.”

Bossy Damien was back, and I couldn’t help but smile.

We wandered through the house, down the hallway, and into a large bathroom with a walk-in shower. His thumb rubbed against mine and that strange fluttery feeling in my stomach took flight.

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