Page 102 of Lumi
I watched with a smile.
“Where is Kit goin’?” Damian asked.
“To talk to an old friend. She’ll be back.” A bar stool became available, and I took a seat.
Damian pushed my legs apart to stand closer to me and, nibbling on my earlobe, he said, “Why are we here when we could be makin’ love at home?”
“You’re the one who insisted on coming.”
“Well, it was worth it for the satisfaction of hearin’ ye tell Logan to fock off.”
“I didn’t tell him that.”
“No, because ye don’t like crude language, but yer message was similar, in a classier way.
“You’re making this bigger than it is. Logan doesn’t care about me.”
Damian smiled. “Logan is green with envy. Don’t doubt it for a second.”
Twenty minutes later, Kit still hadn’t returned, so I texted her, asking if we should wait for her at the pub.
Kit: No, I’ll see you Saturday.
Lumi: Did you talk to him?
Kit: We’re still talking.
Damian and I took a taxi home. His hands kept sliding up my thigh in the darkness of the backseat.
“Could we listen to some music?” Damian asked the driver and moved closer to me.
Upbeat pop music filled the car as we drove through the streets of Dublin. Large windows in old buildings, converted into high-end shops with mannequins, showed off the latest fashions, and light shone from cozy restaurants that beckoned tourists and locals to come inside.
I did my best to act normal while Damian’s hands slid all the way up and massaged my clit through the fabric of my trousers. Worried that the driver might turn around and see what we were doing, I placed my purse to hide Damian’s hand between my thighs. But there was also the issue of the sounds of pleasure that wanted out.
Damian kept rubbing my clit. My breath hitched, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep quiet.
“Ye’re so fockin’ sexy, my princess.”
Damian was the perfect mix of sweet, protective, and naughty. Turning my face to him, I whispered. “I love you so much, Damian.”
“I love you too,” he mumbled into my ear. “When we get back to my bedroom, I’m going to take my time and make up for that quickie in yer office.”
“I enjoyed the quickie.”
“And I guarantee that ye’ll enjoy what I have in mind for us.”
Once the taxi stopped in front of Damian’s building, he paid the driver and opened the door for me.
We moved up the stairs and straight into the bedroom to finish what we’d started on the drive home.
The sex was intense as Damian delivered on his promise of taking his time. When we were done and lay panting in each other’s arms, my last thought before drifting off was that I couldn’t wait to hear how Kit’s conversation with Owen went. I hoped she was having as brilliant a night as I was.
