Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,49
breath, and it came out in a tremulous exhale as I gathered up all the things I’d gotten out of my fridge and pantry.
“He’s too damn physically perfect,” I mumbled.
Too tall.
Too muscular.
Too bossy.
Too…much of everything.
“He’s…overwhelming.” I handed a bag of chips to Kylie.
She winked at me as she took it. “Which is exactly what could lead to one of the best orgasms you’ll ever have.”
“I’m not sure I want that,” I grumbled. “I’m not quite sure I’d live through it.”
Kylie laughed as she jerked her head toward the living room. “Let’s go, Safety Girl. Danger awaits.”
She led the way out of the kitchen, while I trailed behind her, wondering if I could ever really offer myself up for a wild fling with someone like Damian Lancaster.
CHAPTER 16
Nicole
“I LIKE YOUR FRIENDS,” Damian informed me after I closed the door on the flurry of goodbyes from Macy and Kylie. “Although both of them did warn me that if I were to break your heart, they’d cut my balls off. I think Macy said something about feeding them to a hungry pack of wolves.”
I let out a startled laugh. “She actually said that?”
He nodded solemnly, and followed me back into the living room. “Not that I blame them. If I were your friend, my first instinct would be to protect you from me, too.”
My body shuddered as I turned and saw the covetous look in his ever-changing green eyes.
He moved toward me with an expression so intense that I almost backed away as he kept talking. “I can’t imagine that anyone who knows you wouldn’t want to shield you from a tosser like me, beautiful.”
I wasn’t surprised by his comment, or the endearment. Damian had a habit of mocking himself sometimes, and I’d almost gotten used to him throwing out outrageous compliments to me.
I inhaled deeply as he stepped right in front of me, and I wallowed in his scent. “Are you such a bad man, then?” I asked as I looked up at him.
Damian was a complicated guy, but I wanted to understand him.
“When it comes to you, I think that answer would probably be yes. You’re way too good for a man like me, Nicole, but I can’t stop chasing you.”
I inhaled sharply as his hands landed on my shoulders.
One simple touch from this man was all it took to unnerve me.
He’d made it a point to have his hands on me at every opportunity, calling it practice for the big event.
Every female hormone in my body rose up and demanded satisfaction the second he got close enough to touch. Or smell. Or taste.
Get a grip, Nicole. If you’re going to meet him as an equal, and eventually offer yourself up for a crazy affair, you can’t run away from the way he makes you feel.
I lifted my chin and held his gaze. “I’m not a child, Damian. I don’t think I need protection.”
He wrapped a powerful arm around my waist. “Famous last words, sweetheart. You’d be better off to run, but that wouldn’t work. I’d probably catch you.”
I followed my instincts and let my arms creep around his neck.
God, he smelled good.
He felt good.
I let my fingers play in the short, coarse locks at the back of his head, delighted when I found that his hair had some wayward curl at the very ends. No doubt Damian powered them down ruthlessly to achieve his well-put-together appearance. But that tiny human irregularity made him seem a little more approachable.
“What if I don’t really want to run away?” I asked breathlessly.
He smoothed his thumb over my lips. “Then I’d say you’re in serious danger of being thoroughly kissed, and then seduced,” he replied coarsely.
Memories of that damn kiss shot through my mind like a runaway train.
The heat.
The desire.
The loss of any semblance of control.
Drowning in a passion so intense that all I could think about was finding a way to get closer to him.
As my body trembled with need, I had to wonder what it would feel like to experience that damn kiss completely sober.
Would it be the same, or would all of those sensations lose their potency if there was no alcohol to intensify their strength?
When he put his hands on my jean-clad hips and jerked me forward until I could feel the hard length of him, I knew I needed answers to my questions.
I had to know what it would be like to kiss him when I wasn’t drunk.
“Then I guess you’ll have to kiss me,” I murmured softly.