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“Wait, why are you counting us in? It’s not a competition.”
“It’s part of the experience. Now hush and eat.”
I do as he tells me, getting as much in my mouth as I possibly can. It tastes divine, and I can’t wait to finish the rest.
“That’s potential right there,” he laughs, still holding his food. Leisurely, he takes a normal bite.
I’m still chewing and swallowing through my first bite when he takes his second. Once I’m done, I wash it down with a mouthful of beer.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Maybe, but that was impressive.” He offers me a fry from the shared basket.
“Whatever.” I stick my tongue out at him before I take it from him.
My song ends, and he’s up and at the jukebox quickly. “Because the Night” comes on, and I really can’t believe that it’s his pick.
“What?” Sitting down beside me, he shovels in the rest of his roll.
“Nothing.” It takes me all of two normal bites to finish mine.
Jo-Anne brings us another couple of beers, and we sit and talk. Taking in the sporadic thunder and lightning. I haven’t had this much fun in forever. And honestly, I never in a million years thought that this would be us.
Chapter 15
Ava
Damon walks me to my room. We’re both silent watching the door swing open. Pulling me into his arms, he puckers his mouth on the tip of my nose in a chaste kiss. But his hands skim the hem of my shirt, his thumb slipping beneath it, stroking across my stomach. I love the feel of his skin on mine, how warm his touch always is.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he groans over my lips as I press myself to him, my arms locking around his neck.
In spite of all the calm, my heart is thundering in my chest. My blood is burning through my veins. I don’t want tonight to end. Ever.
“Don’t go.” I skim a kiss over his plump lower lip. “Stay with me.”
Grasping his hand, I tug him with me through the door, but before we get farther into the room, he pulls me back to him, not dissimilar to the way he did last night.
“What’s wrong?”
Warm brown eyes trace my face as his large hands comb through my knotted lengths. “Nothing,” Damon replies with a low chuckle.
Nothing feels wrong, but he’s not exactly ripping my clothes off and fucking me senseless. He’s so good at that.
Like he can read my mind, he draws me flush to his body, every chiseled line molding to my soft curves. Spinning us around, he walks me toward the wall beside the open doorway. The bulge in his pants hardens at the base of my belly.
Hands roving up my sides, he skims my silhouette up to my shoulders. “I’m going to kiss you good night,” he breathes over my jaw. His stubble grazes my skin in that way that has my stomach twisting with need. “And then I’m going to leave.”
What? Why?
Slowly he drops kisses over one side of my face before he repeats on the other.
“I don’t fuck on a first date.”
I almost choke on the laugh that bubbles up my throat, but before it can escape, he kisses me. Hard. Deep. Slow. It’s the kind of kiss that has every inch of me ready for more. My toes are curling in my sneakers. My fingers coil in his hair. My skin erupts with a million goose bumps that make every touch, graze, and skim of our bodies feel like the best foreplay.
I can barely breathe when he pulls away with his chest heaving like mine and his hands clenched like he’s using up all his control.
“Good night, my beautiful Ava,” he rumbles, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before he leaves.
