Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,71

I really wanted to revel in it.

He made me feel beautiful.

Couldn’t I just accept that, unlikely or not, I was his type?

“Where in the hell have you been all my life, Damian Lancaster?” I asked softly as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Right here, waiting to be the first guy to give you a screaming orgasm, gorgeous,” he said playfully. “I think I’ve always been waiting for you.”

My heart ached with yearning, because, jokes aside, I felt like I’d always been waiting for him, too.

Every other relationship I’d ever had in my life paled next to how I felt about Damian Lancaster.

And there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to take this just as far as it could possibly go.

I wanted to be with him, and I was going to claim his gorgeous body as mine until it had to be otherwise.

Kylie had been right.

I’d regret it forever if I didn’t.

I wanted to see how it felt to be really desired, and the perfect man to tutor me was right in front of me.

“Then show me, Damian,” I requested softly. “Teach me what it’s like to experience real physical satisfaction.”

“Not yet,” he said with a desperate rasp. “I want you to trust me, Nicole. I want you to know what kind of man I am first.”

I smiled. “I already know. You’re the kind of man who slips a veterinarian you barely know an outrageous check to help her animal rescue without really wanting any recognition for doing it. You’re the kind of man who offers an older flight attendant a job on your private jet because it would make her life easier. You’re the kind of man who worries more about his family than he does himself. You’re the kind of man who would do anything to save your mother from a single moment of unhappiness. You’re the kind of man who would play tour guide to a woman who wants to see London, even though you’ve been to every location a million times. You’re a good man, Damian. I’ve known that for a while now.”

“I want you to trust me,” he said fiercely.

“I already do,” I murmured as my lips touched the corner of his mouth.

“Then God help you, gorgeous, because now that you trust me, I can’t wait another fucking moment to touch you.”

My body could only tremble in answer as his mouth slammed down on mine.

CHAPTER 24

Nicole

I WASN’T SURE HOW it happened, but one moment he was greedily feasting on my mouth in the pool, and the next, he had me back to the ground level, and was striding toward his bedroom with me in his arms.

Of course, I had been highly distracted by the way he was kissing me like he couldn’t possibly stop.

When he did cease his assault on my lips, Damian was lowering me back to my feet before I could mention that I was far too heavy to carry around his house.

That protest died before it could be uttered when my feet touched the ground, and I was caught in a sensual green-eyed gaze that I couldn’t escape.

Damian didn’t look the least bit winded.

He looked ravenous, hungry, and determined to devour me whole.

“W-we’re wet,” I stammered.

“My goal is to get you as wet as possible,” he answered. “So I don’t give a damn if I’ve already started the process.”

I shuddered from the intensity of his gaze, and suddenly, I didn’t really give a damn if we were dripping all over the expensive hardwood floor, either.

Honestly, I wasn’t nervous anymore. All I really wanted was to be as close to Damian as I could possibly get. It didn’t matter if I didn’t think my body was perfect.

He thought it was, and that was good enough for me.

His master suite was similar to the one I was occupying, but other than a brief glance, I couldn’t bring myself to care much about anything except the enormous bed right beside me.

Pushing the swimsuit off my shoulders, I shimmied out of it eagerly as Damian shucked off his swim trunks.

They dropped to the floor in a small puddle of water neither one of us acknowledged right before Damian backed me up to the bed, and let me fall gracelessly onto the mattress.

I scrambled up to the head of the bed, and allowed my wet head to land on a pillow.

I caught Damian’s scent, and pulled the pillow against my nose, drowning in the heady, familiar, gut-wrenchingly sexy male smell of sensuality. I watched as