brow. “It made you sick.”
“What…oh.” I shrugged as I remembered the debacle with Alice at the ball. “I’m fine. It was just a fever. No big deal.”
His gaze roamed over me and I knew he was looking for some sign of injury, but I was standing there all but burning and it didn’t take long for him to pick up on it.
His lashes drooped as he drew in a deep, slow breath and his big body seemed to ripple—everything in him drawing tight.
When he looked back at me, I felt it as intimately as if he’d stroked his hands over me.
“I…um…” My brain tried to kick in. “Look, I should go.”
He took a step toward me.
The list of names Chang had given me was burning a hole in my vest and I wanted to demand Damon tell me who Shanelle was, and why she’d been coming here. I don’t care that I’d had Chang’s explanation. There was the official explanation and there were the reasons a woman would give a former lover—and she’d stay former.
Will she ? That sly voice murmured in the back of my mind and doubt slid in.
Before it could take root, though, Damon reached out.
His fingers slid up my cheek, tangled in my hair.
“I was going to call you when I left here,” he said, his voice low.
“Were you?” Heat skittered and danced in my veins.
“Hmmm. Am I still coming over tonight?”
I turned, my answer on my lips. But then it died…faded away, as his mouth covered mine.
Why would I want to talk when I could be kissing him?
“Stop.”
A rush of heat and hot skin and hunger later, Damon caught my hands as I went to shove his shirt up.
His chest was heaving, his skin hot under my hands. When he tried to pull back, I just followed his mouth with mine. Stop? Why in the world would I want to do that?
Damon groaned and reached up, cupping my face in his hands. His arms were now an effective barrier between us, too.
Damn it.
“Kit…baby girl. Stop…”
I groaned.
He dropped his head on my shoulder.
The ragged rhythm of his breath on my skin, the heavy brush of it all over me was enough to have my nipples drawing tight. I clutched at his hips, desperate hunger clawing at me.
In the next second, Damon was by the door and I was gripping the desk to catch my balance.
“Damon…?”
He dragged his hands down his face. “That’s…okay. Enough. I have to be able to walk out of here.”
Involuntarily, my gaze dropped lower and then I turned away because I was tempted to rush him. Sex up against a wall—it wasn’t an unknown for us. Even as some part of my brain was wary, the rest of me was all for crashing ahead at full speed.
“Yeah. Um. I don’t think I could face Chang if we…” I looked at his office and my face went hot and red. Ohhhhh, no. I’d die of embarrassment. I wasn’t particularly shy, but Chang would know in a hot second if we had sex up here. Hell, he’d probably know how close we’d come to having sex up here and that was already pretty bad.
A hand brushed down the back of my hair. A kiss ghosted over my shoulder.
I would have caught his hand, but he was already sliding through the door.
“You’re coming over tonight, right?” I asked, knowing he’d hear me.
“Still want me to?”
I licked my lips. “Yeah. I’ll be home…probably late. See you there.”
There are some people who could get in trouble with a wet bag and a rubber ducky.
I know.
I’m one of them.
There I was, standing with a wet bag, eggs oozing out of it, half of my groceries for tonight all over the ground and a rubber ducky in my hand. I’d dropped one of the bags when a small tornado had almost bowled me over. I’d held onto the other, although thanks to the smashed eggs, the stuff in it was probably ruined.
Sighing, I looked down at the bag and then the ducky.
Said duck belonged to the little girl cowering at my feet.
Or maybe not…
“This doesn’t concern you.”
The words were delivered in a cloud of garlic and undercooked meat as a man came storming my
“What…oh.” I shrugged as I remembered the debacle with Alice at the ball. “I’m fine. It was just a fever. No big deal.”
His gaze roamed over me and I knew he was looking for some sign of injury, but I was standing there all but burning and it didn’t take long for him to pick up on it.
His lashes drooped as he drew in a deep, slow breath and his big body seemed to ripple—everything in him drawing tight.
When he looked back at me, I felt it as intimately as if he’d stroked his hands over me.
“I…um…” My brain tried to kick in. “Look, I should go.”
He took a step toward me.
The list of names Chang had given me was burning a hole in my vest and I wanted to demand Damon tell me who Shanelle was, and why she’d been coming here. I don’t care that I’d had Chang’s explanation. There was the official explanation and there were the reasons a woman would give a former lover—and she’d stay former.
Will she ? That sly voice murmured in the back of my mind and doubt slid in.
Before it could take root, though, Damon reached out.
His fingers slid up my cheek, tangled in my hair.
“I was going to call you when I left here,” he said, his voice low.
“Were you?” Heat skittered and danced in my veins.
“Hmmm. Am I still coming over tonight?”
I turned, my answer on my lips. But then it died…faded away, as his mouth covered mine.
Why would I want to talk when I could be kissing him?
“Stop.”
A rush of heat and hot skin and hunger later, Damon caught my hands as I went to shove his shirt up.
His chest was heaving, his skin hot under my hands. When he tried to pull back, I just followed his mouth with mine. Stop? Why in the world would I want to do that?
Damon groaned and reached up, cupping my face in his hands. His arms were now an effective barrier between us, too.
Damn it.
“Kit…baby girl. Stop…”
I groaned.
He dropped his head on my shoulder.
The ragged rhythm of his breath on my skin, the heavy brush of it all over me was enough to have my nipples drawing tight. I clutched at his hips, desperate hunger clawing at me.
In the next second, Damon was by the door and I was gripping the desk to catch my balance.
“Damon…?”
He dragged his hands down his face. “That’s…okay. Enough. I have to be able to walk out of here.”
Involuntarily, my gaze dropped lower and then I turned away because I was tempted to rush him. Sex up against a wall—it wasn’t an unknown for us. Even as some part of my brain was wary, the rest of me was all for crashing ahead at full speed.
“Yeah. Um. I don’t think I could face Chang if we…” I looked at his office and my face went hot and red. Ohhhhh, no. I’d die of embarrassment. I wasn’t particularly shy, but Chang would know in a hot second if we had sex up here. Hell, he’d probably know how close we’d come to having sex up here and that was already pretty bad.
A hand brushed down the back of my hair. A kiss ghosted over my shoulder.
I would have caught his hand, but he was already sliding through the door.
“You’re coming over tonight, right?” I asked, knowing he’d hear me.
“Still want me to?”
I licked my lips. “Yeah. I’ll be home…probably late. See you there.”
There are some people who could get in trouble with a wet bag and a rubber ducky.
I know.
I’m one of them.
There I was, standing with a wet bag, eggs oozing out of it, half of my groceries for tonight all over the ground and a rubber ducky in my hand. I’d dropped one of the bags when a small tornado had almost bowled me over. I’d held onto the other, although thanks to the smashed eggs, the stuff in it was probably ruined.
Sighing, I looked down at the bag and then the ducky.
Said duck belonged to the little girl cowering at my feet.
Or maybe not…
“This doesn’t concern you.”
The words were delivered in a cloud of garlic and undercooked meat as a man came storming my
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