Her Big Bad Mistake(9)
Damon leaned forward and Becky’s eyes widened at the intense look he gave her. It spoke of possession, lust, and anger. “No more, Becky. Jacob and Caleb are on the phone with their agents. They have been asked to do some social events and promo stuff while we’re here in Vegas. And before you ask, I was asked but I told them to fuck off. I’m on vacation. Secondly, Jacob and I are fine. We may not be after I do what I want to with you, but right now I don’t care what he thinks. Thirdly, I called you my girlfriend because that is what you are, or will be. Lastly, I’m glad you haven’t gotten any. I’m a selfish bastard like that—I want you all to myself. I‘ve done everything I can think of to get you off my mind and nothing works. So I’m giving in and…” Damon picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “If you’ll have me, I want you to be mine.”
Her breathing picked up and she took deep gulps of air in as she gazed into his dark green eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Damon smiled and Becky knew then that she was a goner. She could fall in love with Damon way too easily.
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Damon wanted so badly to take Becky up to her room and fuck her, but he wanted her to know she was special, different. He wanted her to get to know him, the real him. “You don’t know how much I want to leave here right now and go up to your room and make love to you. But I want you to get to know me. I want you and me together.”
“Really, now you want to do all this?”
He tucked a strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes behind her ear. “I haven’t been with anyone since New Orleans. I want you. I want us to spend time together while Jacob and Caleb do promo shit and work.”
Becky closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Okay. Let’s give it a try. We have a couple of days before I leave.”
He wanted to ask her where she was going to be living, but first he wanted to see if they could make this work. “Let’s have dinner. The guys said they were sorry they wouldn’t make it on time. They’ll be here in about twenty, but only to come in and talk. The rest of the night they are doing promo things but they have tomorrow free. So tonight I get to have you all to myself once they leave.”
“Okay. I’m starving. Do you need to see the menu?”
“No. I’ve eaten here before.”
She caught the eye of their waitress and waved her over. “Hi. We’re ready to order. The other two people in our party will only be joining us for dessert.” The waitress nodded and pulled out a pad and pencil. Becky ordered then he did, and when the waitress left Becky turned to him. “I’d like to know if this life doesn’t make you happy. Why don’t you stop, change professions?”
Damon was shocked that she’d ask him that. “Why do you think I’m not happy?”
“All you’ve done since I have met you is brood. At first I just thought you were angry at something, but the more time I spent the more I noticed it’s not so much that you’re angry, it’s that you brood. You don’t seem happy with your lot in life.”
“Why are you still with me if you think I’m depressing?” He was shocked Becky thought this of him and wondered why she’d agree to be with him.
“I never said depressing. And I don’t know what it is about you, Damon, but I’m drawn to you. You may be brooding but it works for you—well, sometimes.” She reached across and brushed his hair over to one side. “What I’m talking about is that sad look you get in your eyes when you think no one is looking, or how I noticed when men and woman throw themselves at the famous Damon Chet, the big ice hockey star, you look sad.”
Ha! Here he thought he hid everything so well, yet a woman he’d known less than a month knew him. “I love hockey. It’s everything that goes with it to get me to where I am that I don’t like. I’ve had enough of promoting and lying. I’m sick of being lied to. Do you know the one thing I love the most about you?”
Becky bit her bottom lip and shook her head. The action had his gaze focusing on her mouth. He reached up and lightly traced her lips. Her teeth stopped and her tongue came out to lick her lips. He grinned when her breath hitched and her tongue touched his finger.
He leaned in closer. “I love that you don’t care who I am. I bet you still haven’t looked me up. I love the feeling I get from just hearing about you. Do you know you never have anything negative to say about anyone? You’re always positive. Always seeing the bright side of everything. You’re sweet, and you put trust in people, believing they are good. All those things left me a long time ago.”