Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,50

have any idea how hard it’s been not to kiss you, Nicole? Tonight? At your office? When we were alone on Monday? It’s like fucking torture to touch you and not pull you into my arms and kiss you senseless.” His voice sounded tormented.

“It’s been hard for me, too.” The confession tumbled out of me without a second thought, and Damian’s mouth slowly descended until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.

“Not nearly as hard as it’s been for me,” he groaned, right before his mouth crushed over mine.

Then, I couldn’t say another word, even if I wanted to speak.

All I could do was feel.

The longing was much sharper this time, and it was instantaneous, starting from the second his lips touched mine. I tightened my arms around his neck and let the raw hunger throbbing through my body try to find satisfaction by just surrendering to the fierce embrace.

He tightened his grip on my body, one arm tightly around my waist, and the other behind my head.

I moaned against his mouth as he devoured mine.

If anything, this kiss was more intense than the one before it.

Hotter.

More sensual.

More overwhelming.

“Damian,” I whispered when he finally pulled back to nibble on my bottom lip.

I needed more.

So much more.

The liquid heat flooding between my thighs scorched me, and every part of me was taut with an unsatisfied craving that was pulling me apart, piece by piece.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he crooned beside my ear right before his mouth skimmed over the tender skin of my neck.

Relax? Oh, hell, no. That wasn’t going to happen.

I moaned as his heated breath wafted over my ear, leaving me shaking with desperation.

I melted.

I sighed.

I moved into every single touch.

Maybe I was terrified by the unchecked passion flowing between the two of us, but not enough to make me want to stop it.

I couldn’t bear to make this kind of pleasure come to an end too soon.

I could feel Damian’s chest heaving as his forehead rested on mine. “Bloody hell, Nicole!” he rasped. “I can’t do this without wanting to get you naked.”

I panted for a second before I answered. “I guess I’m finding out that I can’t, either.”

My heart was racing, and my body was forcefully protesting the fact that Damian had mellowed his sensual assault.

As my rational mind started to function, I realized that I had my hands fisted in his hair; I’d been holding on for dear life.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I relaxed my hands. “Did that hurt?”

“Oh, fuck, no,” he said huskily. “You could yank every hair from my head, and I wouldn’t complain as long as I could touch you. The way your body responds to me is hotter than hell, Nicole. I can’t kiss you without wanting to fuck you. It’s just not possible.”

“I lose control when you kiss me,” I said, my voice slightly wary now that I was more coherent.

This damn kiss had been even more powerful than the one on the plane.

So yeah, I had my answers.

The alcohol hadn’t done a damn thing to strengthen my desire.

Every sensation, every emotion, every single thing I’d felt had been…real.

He plastered our bodies together like he couldn’t bear to let me go. “I want you to lose control, Nicole. I want you to trust that I’ll be there to take care of you when you come apart.”

I buried my face in his shoulder as my body quaked with unsatisfied desire. “I need—”

He interrupted. “I know what you need, Nicole. Let me give it to you.”

I shook my head in confusion. “I’m not sure that I can.”

Every cell in my body craved Damian Lancaster, but my brain couldn’t forget that sex was nothing to him. He’d told me he was capable of getting up, getting dressed, and leaving behind a woman he’d just fucked.

I wasn’t sure I could deal with that kind of reaction from him. I felt too damn exposed with Damian.

I didn’t expect him to promise me everything, or even give me some kind of commitment, but I did need to trust him.

How would I feel if he wasn’t as shaken as I would be after a night of intense physical pleasure in his bed?

Damian pulled back and kissed my forehead. “You’re thinking too much, Nicole. Tell me what’s in that beautiful head of yours.”

I want you.

I need you.

And it’s scaring the hell out of me.

“I-I—don’t have casual affairs, Damian. And I have a job to do.”

He put his hands on my shoulders, and pinned me with a dark,