Devil You Know(Lost Boys Book 1)(68)

“Thea.” There was so much emotion in that one word. He wrapped my face in his hands as his thumb brushed over my cheek. And then he rocked my world when he closed the distance between us and captured my mouth with his. All my questions and fears evaporated when his lips touched mine. The kiss started as a diversion to calm me, but after so many years of waiting and wanting it turned very real as everything, including the trouble that led us here, faded. His hands moved down my body to my thighs as he lifted me and pressed his body deeper into mine, but he still wasn’t close enough. I curled my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His cock was hard and hitting me right where I ached, our bodies moving together in that ageless dance. His mouth moved to my neck where his teeth grazed my skin as his hips continued to grind into me. I dug my nails into his shoulders right before I came and when the orgasm crashed over me I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. He didn’t stop, his hips continued to move against me to prolong the pleasure and it was pleasure, a pleasure so intense it brought tears to my eyes. The Pandora’s box in my mind flew open and every heartbreakingly beautiful detail, every feeling and every memory, came flooding back.

Damian had stopped moving, his eyes were closed and there was such stark desire on his face and yet he denied himself the release we both knew he wanted and needed.

I cradled his face in my hands “Why?” I whispered.

“I’ve waited a long time for you. When I come, it’ll be inside you.” His eyes opened, those pale eyes dark like an emerald. “And once won’t be enough.”

Before I could reply he kissed me again…deep, wet and perfect. I didn’t so much unwrap my legs from his waist as they just went boneless. He lowered me to my feet, but he didn’t release his hold on me until he knew I had my balance.

“Give me a minute.”

He was as affected by our kiss as me and the wanton part of me wanted to be reckless, wanted to drop down to my knees right there, but instead I attempted to distract him in another way. “I watched a video of a snake eating a rabbit. It was disgusting seeing the whole rabbit moving down the snake’s body.”

It was a little known fact that badass, ex-Green Beret Damian Tate was not a fan of snakes.

He knew what I was doing when his head tilted and I got a crooked grin. “Nice try.”

“I can help you with that. I really want to help you with that.”

And he really wanted my help by the hot possessive look that swept his face. “Rain check.”

Best rain check ever. “Are you okay?”

“Manageable.”

He pulled me from the bar.

“If exercise felt like that I would do it every day, all day long.”

His hand tightened on mine. “Not helping.”

“Right. Sorry.”

It was only after we reached his car that I began to recall the events that led up to the best orgasm of my life while fully clothed. Damian was thinking about the troubling events too because as soon as he pulled from the curb he said, “You’re staying at my place tonight.”

For just a second I thought he wanted to finish what we had started, but by the way he held the steering wheel in a death grip that seemed unlikely. It had been a long time since I had been in Damian’s domain and I really wanted to see where he lived and how he lived now.

“Okay.” The troubling news about Cam couldn’t be ignored. “What happened tonight?”

“He was returning to the station when someone took a shot at him.”

I went numb. Someone was copying my dad’s murder. “He’s okay?”

“Yes. We think it was a warning.”

“And related to Dad.”

“Yes.

It was shock that kept me from completely flipping out. Cam was okay. I repeated that over and over again in my head. I could dwell and really freak myself out, but me losing it wasn’t going to help the situation. I tried to distract myself.

We reached his gym. I had noticed the apartment above it and wasn’t surprised to learn Damian lived there. He pulled around back to the spot that must have been his designated spot because it was where he had been parked that night I stalked him.

“You are not worried about leaving this car in this neighborhood.”

“It helps when people know whose car it is.”

Right. He was an ex-special ops badass. People probably gave him a wide berth. There was a door at the back of the building that led to stairs. Damian hit the lights in his apartment and I just took it all in because it was awesome. Open floor plan, like a converted warehouse. All the rooms flowed together into each other except the bedroom, which I guessed was behind the barn door at the far end of the space. The décor was very urban with lots of metal and reclaimed wood. A huge television took up one quarter of the floor plan; a large leather sofa shared the space. The kitchen was smooth lines, concrete countertops and stainless steel appliances. The difference between this and his first apartment was like night and day. Yet I found I preferred his old place because we had made some really great memories within its walls.