Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,79
after all the sexy times we’d spent together? Over the last several days, it had gotten to a point where there wasn’t a room in my house that was still virgin territory. I’d even managed to bend her over in my gym, and shag her until neither one of us needed another workout.
“Damian? Are you okay? We’re at the top,” Nicole asked softly.
I took her face between my hands and tried to memorize the soft look of concern and affection she had turned in my direction. It might not last long. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I fell into that glorious blue-eyed gaze of hers that told me how much she cared about me.
Me.
Damian Lancaster, the man.
Not the billionaire Duke of Hollingsworth.
She put a hand behind my head and pulled me close so she could kiss me. “Maybe you need a distraction,” she whispered against my mouth.
I didn’t.
I hadn’t even thought about how high above the ground we were at the moment.
But I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to become entirely engulfed in this woman’s warmth and tenderness.
I was honest enough with myself to admit that I was beginning to crave a hell of a lot more than just a shag from Nicole.
Maybe I always had.
Now, the very idea that I’d be cured of my obsession by just hopping into bed together once was a complete joke.
I took what she offered, but I savored it rather than swooping in like a wolf ready to feed.
I tasted her lips slowly and thoroughly, and tried to tell her how much I treasured her with a simple kiss.
Her surrender to me was so quick and instinctive that my dick was rock-hard within seconds.
I fucking loved the way she completely trusted me with her body, like she was certain she’d love every single thing I did to her.
I let my mouth trail over the silken skin of her neck and shoulders until she was purring with contentment.
“Damian.” She said my name with a sigh so full of longing that it hit me like a sucker punch.
I lifted my head and pulled her soft, curvy body flush with mine. “I’d swear I’d fuck you right here if we weren’t being watched by CCTV from all sides.”
“Bummer,” she answered, sounding disappointed. “But at least we aren’t at the top anymore. Feeling better?”
“I hadn’t even noticed,” I said honestly. “I was way too distracted.”
She laughed softly as she turned to admire the view going down. “I think this is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever done. Thank you for suffering through it with me.”
“I wasn’t exactly suffering, love.” My arms tightened around her waist again.
If Nicole wanted to ride the London Eye over and over again, I’d be there right beside her without a single complaint just to see the jubilant look on her face.
It didn’t take a lot to make Nicole happy, which was a rarity in my world.
A good meal.
A ride on a ridiculously high Ferris wheel.
My brother Leo offering to take her around his new sanctuary in the US.
A London theater production.
Seeing Buckingham Palace from the inside out.
Simple things that any woman in my social sphere would take for granted, or not be interested in doing in the first place.
Oddly, Nicole made me appreciate those things, too, when I was seeing them through her eyes.
“Almost down,” she said with a contented sigh. “Thank you, Damian. The fact that you were willing to go with me and share this with me means a lot to me. Today has been really special.”
There it was again, that murmur of appreciation for something so damn…small.
As we hopped out of the capsule, and I took her hand, Nicole gave me a kiss on the cheek in gratitude.
That was the moment I came to the realization that I thought it was a pretty special day, too.
CHAPTER 28
Nicole
I WAS STILL WIPING tears from my eyes as Damian and I exited Her Majesty’s Theatre later that evening. After the intermission, he’d given me the fine linen handkerchief from the pocket of his tuxedo jacket, and muttered, “You might need it.”
I’d scoffed at the time, but I was grateful to have it now.
He held my hand and walked slightly in front of me as he navigated through the crush of people, and tugged me into a room with only a few people occupying it.
Looking around, I saw a small bar, and assumed it was some kind of waiting room for VIPs.