Page 53 of For Your Heart
“I… uh, I…” Biting my lip, there’s no mistaking that I want him to trap my dick in a metal torture device for him. Shivering, I nod. “Yes.”
He grins. “All right.”
His smile fades, though, as he looks at me. “You okay?”
I nod and swallow. Seeing that thing, I’m hard, but I’m definitely okay.
Damon gently touches the side of my face, and my heart skips. “You sure?”
It’s only then that I realize he’s talking about yesterday. “Yes, I just needed to get out of here. I didn’t think you’d notice.”
He frowns and takes a step forward, officially invading my space.More please.“Of course, I did.”
No. Be still, my thundering heart!
“What happened? You’re sure you’re okay?”
“I…” I can’t tell him. Not here. How do you tell the guy who only wants to be your fuck buddy that you’re falling for him? Not in your work parking lot, that’s for sure. I’m positive that’s like rule number one, right? At least in the top eight. “We’re going to be late for work,” I say instead, feeling how my skin flushes.
Damon stares at me, and I really desperately want to look away. He’s seeing too much. I just know that he is. His eyes move all over my face before he nods. His hand is still on my cheek and he rubs it with his thumb. “After work, then? Want to get dinner and we’ll go back to your place?”
Yes. I want that so badly. But I’m setting myself up to get hurt. I should say no. I should say—
“Yes,” I say, ignoring all the warning signs and giving him a big smile.
Damon smiles in return and then leans over to kiss me. Right there in the parking lot. He kisses me! It’s light. A brush of his lips that lingers, but he still kisses me.
“Good,” he says quietly. He nods toward the door and I follow him.
The smile on my face doesn’t fade at all. I feel like I’m bouncing out of my skin, especially when he looks at me throughout the day and smiles. Man, I justbeamat him. All the while, my heart races, and my brain is telling me to calm down.
Don’t fall in love with the first guy you do butt stuff with!
I’m pretty sure that voice needs to be gagged. Hogtied. Thrown in a dark closet and never let out.
By the time our shifts are over, I’m ready to run eight miles just to get rid of this excess energy. Damon waits for me at the front door and he kisses meagainwhen we get to our cars. I’m beaming so brightly, I might as well be a star in the sky. Or a sun. An exploding sun.
“You look happier,” he says, his hand trailing down my arm until he squeezes my hand.
“You do too,” I say.
He huffs a little and bows his head, his smile falling some. I silently curse. Great. Look what I did now.
“Want to eat somewhere or get take out?” he asks.
I look at my gym clothes and he nods. “Yeah, let’s just get back to your place.”
There’s a moment I wonder if he has that cock cage with him. Will he put it on me in the car? Jesus, not if I’m already hard! How do you stuff a hard one in there?! Oh, will I fit? Will he have to force it?
“Where’s your head at, Sage?” he asks, and I blink him back into focus. I flush and he smiles.
“Sorry. I just… I’m glad you’re feeling better. You looked—I mean, yesterday you looked…”
Damon nods slightly, a gentle, almost absent bob of his head. “Want to ride with me?”
I glance at my car.
“I’ll pick you up in the morning.”
