Her Big Bad Mistake(7)

Jacob’s face lit up and Damon felt like a bastard for lusting after a woman his friend was so keen on. “No more strays. Look, Damon, can you be nicer to Becky? I know you don’t like her and she’s not the type of woman you hang out with, but I’m sure if you stop being an ass to her you may even enjoy yourself. Becky is great, she’s easy to talk to and it’s nice to meet someone who isn’t interested in our money or fame.”

Yeah, it was nice to have someone who knew nothing about them. “Sure, Jacob, I’m sorry for being a douche.”

“Nah, you had a right to be. It was supposed to be a guys’ vacation. We only have another week and a half with Becky.”

Shit. Damon didn’t know if he could last a couple of days without doing his very best to seduce and fuck her. Every time he closed his eyes an image of her rose, and Damon was scared because he didn’t know if, once he had sex with her, he’d give her up.

He got off the bed, grabbed his wallet, and strolled by Jacob. “I’m going for a walk. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Call if you need us.”

Damon nodded and headed out of his room and down to the lobby. He, Jacob, and Caleb had booked the Presidential Suite. Strolling down the sidewalk, he went to the best jazz club he knew. He needed a beer and wanted to sit down and relax.

He saw her as soon as he walked into the club. Becky was dancing to the jazz beats, not caring how she looked. He loved that about her, that she was carefree and didn’t worry what others thought.

Men hovered around her and Damon growled the closer they got. Damon told himself to stay away from her, but when Becky turned to face a dark-headed man who’d approached her with a smile Damon stood up and went to her, pushing the guy out of the way.

“No way. I’m sick of fighting this.” He leaned down and captured her lips to his own. For a moment Becky was stiff in his arms. Deepening the kiss, she relaxed against him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. Damon needed to have her. They needed to get out of here. He wanted to sink into her heat so bad his whole body was shaking with need. Tearing his mouth from hers, he cupped her face. “Let’s get out of here. I need you so bad.”

Damon watched the uncertainty flash in Becky eyes. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hears, trailing his fingers down her neck. “I should say no, but there is something about you, Damon Chet, that I find hard to resist.” She took his hands in her own and turned. “Let’s go.”

His body tingled in anticipation. Becky tugged on his hand and he followed her out of the club. Damon watched her ass as she weaved them in and out of people on the busy sidewalk.

They walked into their hotel and, as they waited for an elevator, Damon gathered Becky to him, his patience close to its end. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You’re way too good for me. A princess, and I am the pauper.”

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist and stood on her tiptoes. “I have no idea why you think I’m too good for you. I’m just me, nothing special. And didn’t you say you do rather well with your job, and you’re far from a pauper?”

He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, lingering to whisper, “You are special. I’ve never met a woman like you. You don’t care about my money, do you?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her smile was bright and shone from her face.

“No. It’s your money. Why would I care about it?”

He ravaged her mouth, showing her that he wanted her more than anything. He craved her. The elevator dinged and he reluctantly pulled away. “Wow, I know what it is about you that I like now. You’re addictive no won—”

“Damon, Becky, is everything okay? We were just going to come to your room, Becky.” Jacob’s voice from the elevator had him coming back to reality as Becky’s arm’s dropped and she stepped away from him. Grinding his teeth, Damon groaned and fought to calm his raging need and rising temper.

“Hi, Jacob. Damon and I were just going up to m—”

“Our room to see if you were there.” Damon didn’t want Jacob to know about him and Becky just yet—well, not that anything had really happened. He scrubbed his hand over his face. Damon knew Jacob was interested in Becky and he was being a dick stepping in on a woman a friend was interested in.

Becky’s back stiffened and her whole demeanor changed. She shot a glare at him then turned to Jacob. “Um, yeah, we were just going to find you and Caleb. Now I think of it, though, I’m feeling off tonight. I might just spend the night in the big bath I have with a good book.” She got into the elevator Caleb and Jacob had just left and pressed the buttons.