and no baggage.”
His hug tightens. “I have enough baggage for both of us. You stay sweet, and I’ll bear the worries of the world on your behalf.”
“How about we share in the burdens? Something tells me you’ve been carrying them much too long on your own.”
I pivot to face him, wrap my arms around his middle, and hang on tight. I know the journey with Damon won’t be easy. There are rough roads ahead, but I hope the trip is worth it.
We move to a chaise lounge, and I sit between his legs with my head resting against his chest. I exhale slowly, trying to get a handle on my life. Damon unleashed something in me—something wild and carefree and scary and exciting.
What starts out as a simple kiss turns into so much more. He moves in to kiss me again, and I open my mouth to taste and savor him. It’s a lifetime before we come up for air, but when we do, goose bumps spread across my skin. The kiss? The weather?
He wraps himself around me and offers his heat for several minutes, then says, “I should get you home. It’s getting late.”
“I didn’t get the full tour yet,” I complain.
He tips my chin to look into my eyes. “I’ll give you a comprehensive tour on Friday. Is there a particular movie you want to see?” He helps me up and walks me into the house.
“What’s new on video?”
“How about that new movie about the female police officers? It’s supposed to be funny.” He places our glasses in the sink and moves with me to the garage.
“I don’t think it’s out yet.”
“Doesn’t matter. I can get it.” He gives me one of those looks that says I shouldn’t doubt him.
“Really?” I look at him, surprised. “I’d love to see it.”
“Done. I promise you a night to remember. Now, let’s get you home?”
I push my lower lip out in a pout. “If I must.”
“Behave, and I might tuck you in.” He nips at my protruding lip.
“Okay.” I smile. “And if you’re good, I’ll let you undress me again.”
“You’re killing me,” he says.
“Join my club.”
We hold hands all the way to my house, where we find Emma and Anthony tucked next to each watching a scary movie.
“Hi, guys.” I pull Damon behind me to my room. “Bye, guys.” I stop for nothing because I don’t want him to get sidetracked or change his mind about tucking me in.
“You guys keep it down in there!” Em yells.
Damon stands still in the center of my room, focused on my queen-sized bed.
“I should go,” he says.
“You promised you’d tuck me in, and I have no intention of letting you off the hook.”
“Are you really going to torture me?” His eyes plead with mine.
“You undressed me, but I wasn’t sober enough to enjoy the experience. I demand a do-over.” What will it feel like to have this man remove my clothes?
He picks me up like I’m a featherweight and tosses me on the bed. He creeps up to cover me with his body—his weight on me is divine.
I run my hands through his hair, dragging my fingers softly down to the sensitive area above his collarbone. Rising up, I run my tongue over his pulsing artery and feel his heart race with mine.
“Who do you think I am, woman? I don’t have superpowers.”
He straddles my body while he unbuttons my dress. The slowness of his movements tortures me. One button, then a kiss. Another button and a kiss. The pattern repeats until the buttons are undone, and the front of my dress lies open to my waist.
He stares at me like an artist looks at a canvas, then lifts my dress free of my hips. Once it’s hoisted over my head, I’m left wearing only my bra and underwear.
If I had known he’d undress me tonight, I’d have chosen sexier lingerie.
He moves above me. The clear outline of his arousal takes my breath away.
A cocky grin softens his expression.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” His hands slide up my sides while his lips move against mine. Sometime between the beginning and the end of the kiss, my bra disappears.
He cups my breasts as if testing their weight and size. “Look at you lying here so sexy.”
His eyes take in every part of me while his hands knead my aching breasts.
I close my eyes to enjoy the miracle of the moment. “That’s so nice.” My hum floats through the air.
“I need to go home before you regret