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sadness in his eyes. “I have to.”
All of the sudden my throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. I was hit with pure - raw emotion so intense it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. What if I never saw him again? What if we never got another chance to say goodbye?
“Then kiss me before you go,” I half pleaded - half demanded.
Without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms and lowered his mouth to mine. His tongue slid between my lips to caress the inside of my mouth. That was it. I was consumed with white-hot fire that sent my soul sailing into the heavens. My knees grew weak, and I was force to clutch his arm to keep from hitting the floor.
Even after the kiss ended, he held me close, his lips pressed softly against my jaw. “Is that what you wanted Princess?”
“Yes,” I gasped, still trying to force air into my lungs. “Again … please,” I begged.
A groan made its way up from deep within his throat. “I’m not that strong,” he whispered. “If I kiss you again … they’ll have to pull me off of you.”
The implication gave me a warm fuzzy feeling right between my legs. I was so totally ok with a second kiss.
As if reading my mind, he gave me a seductively tantalizing smile before pressing his lips against my forehead. “There’s a time and place for what you want, but that’s not here and now.”
Closing my eyes, I savored the sound of his voice, but then I felt the cold void of his absence. He was gone.
Ok then.
Not only did he leave me with a raging inferno to put out, but now I had more questions than what Mr. Kingston asked throughout the whole year I had him for American History, and that was one hell of a lot of questions.
Putting my hands on my hips, I yelled out, “The least you could have done was drop me at my apartment!”
I was being a smart ass, but it was the only way I knew of to mask the pain that was clenching at my heart. Why I should feel pain over someone I’d known such a brief time, I had no idea, but it was there nonetheless. That alone should have been a clue that there was so much more to Damian than what I could have possibly imagined.
Chapter Five
The annoying pounding almost brought me awake, and probably would have if I hadn’t been so intent on totally ignoring it. No way was I ready to wake up, especially when I was having such an amazing dream - and especially when Damian was in that dream.
There it was again, this time louder.
Damn! Someone just wasn’t taking the hint.
Pain shot through my back and legs as I stretched from the fetal position I’d been sleeping in. My feet hit something solid - something made of hard plastic - something that wasn’t supposed to be there.
I willed my eyes open, but they weren’t cooperating at all. My next thought was to find some toothpicks to prop them open, along with a gallon of coffee to revive my brain. If only I had the luxury of room service, and maybe a paramedic to bring me back from the dead.
Ok, the pounding was starting to give me a headache, so it was either open my eyes, or try to find some aspirin with them closed.
I managed to open them to slits and that’s when sunlight found its way through my eyes to burn right into my brain. Since I had light blocking curtains in my bedroom, I quickly came to the conclusion that my bedroom is not where I was. That was enough to spur me into making an attempt to sit up.
Ok, so either this was some kind of nightmare, or I was losing it. I’d just spent the night in the backseat of my car, without remembering how or why I did. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in my old tree house. To put icing on the cake, Detective John Riley was staring in at me through the window.
Leaning forward, I unlocked the car door and opened it. Not so much because I wanted to talk to Riley, but because the July sun had turned the car into an oven. It was hotter than hell.
Riley was staring at me in wide-eyed shock. The corny
All of the sudden my throat constricted, making it difficult to breathe. I was hit with pure - raw emotion so intense it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. What if I never saw him again? What if we never got another chance to say goodbye?
“Then kiss me before you go,” I half pleaded - half demanded.
Without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms and lowered his mouth to mine. His tongue slid between my lips to caress the inside of my mouth. That was it. I was consumed with white-hot fire that sent my soul sailing into the heavens. My knees grew weak, and I was force to clutch his arm to keep from hitting the floor.
Even after the kiss ended, he held me close, his lips pressed softly against my jaw. “Is that what you wanted Princess?”
“Yes,” I gasped, still trying to force air into my lungs. “Again … please,” I begged.
A groan made its way up from deep within his throat. “I’m not that strong,” he whispered. “If I kiss you again … they’ll have to pull me off of you.”
The implication gave me a warm fuzzy feeling right between my legs. I was so totally ok with a second kiss.
As if reading my mind, he gave me a seductively tantalizing smile before pressing his lips against my forehead. “There’s a time and place for what you want, but that’s not here and now.”
Closing my eyes, I savored the sound of his voice, but then I felt the cold void of his absence. He was gone.
Ok then.
Not only did he leave me with a raging inferno to put out, but now I had more questions than what Mr. Kingston asked throughout the whole year I had him for American History, and that was one hell of a lot of questions.
Putting my hands on my hips, I yelled out, “The least you could have done was drop me at my apartment!”
I was being a smart ass, but it was the only way I knew of to mask the pain that was clenching at my heart. Why I should feel pain over someone I’d known such a brief time, I had no idea, but it was there nonetheless. That alone should have been a clue that there was so much more to Damian than what I could have possibly imagined.
Chapter Five
The annoying pounding almost brought me awake, and probably would have if I hadn’t been so intent on totally ignoring it. No way was I ready to wake up, especially when I was having such an amazing dream - and especially when Damian was in that dream.
There it was again, this time louder.
Damn! Someone just wasn’t taking the hint.
Pain shot through my back and legs as I stretched from the fetal position I’d been sleeping in. My feet hit something solid - something made of hard plastic - something that wasn’t supposed to be there.
I willed my eyes open, but they weren’t cooperating at all. My next thought was to find some toothpicks to prop them open, along with a gallon of coffee to revive my brain. If only I had the luxury of room service, and maybe a paramedic to bring me back from the dead.
Ok, the pounding was starting to give me a headache, so it was either open my eyes, or try to find some aspirin with them closed.
I managed to open them to slits and that’s when sunlight found its way through my eyes to burn right into my brain. Since I had light blocking curtains in my bedroom, I quickly came to the conclusion that my bedroom is not where I was. That was enough to spur me into making an attempt to sit up.
Ok, so either this was some kind of nightmare, or I was losing it. I’d just spent the night in the backseat of my car, without remembering how or why I did. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in my old tree house. To put icing on the cake, Detective John Riley was staring in at me through the window.
Leaning forward, I unlocked the car door and opened it. Not so much because I wanted to talk to Riley, but because the July sun had turned the car into an oven. It was hotter than hell.
Riley was staring at me in wide-eyed shock. The corny
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