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She held her breath, wondering what on earth there could be left to say, and how it could possibly be that bad considering what he’d just revealed. When he spoke, however, she understood.
And it wasn’t just bad. It was the worst thing he could ever have said to her.
“After what happened, I don’t ever see myself being able to get close to another child again. I can’t handle it, the guilt, the fear of failing another helpless little person.”
Her heart stopped. Even though they’d been on the Ferris wheel forever, she just now started to feel queasy.
“I’m falling for you, and if it wouldn’t terrify you and make you think I’m a wacko, I’d admit that I think I’m falling in love with you,” Damon said, so matter of factly. So seriously she couldn’t even enjoy the little thrill his words gave her.
Any thrill she might have felt dissipated in the sea breeze when he finished. “I can see a future with you. Which is why I have to tell you now…I don’t ever want children.”
LATER THAT NIGHT, back on stage for his second performance, Damon had a hard time keeping his mind on what he was doing. He couldn’t stop thinking of Allie—the look on her face when they’d talked about his past life. The silence that had descended when he told her how he felt about children.
He didn’t regret telling her. She was a young woman and deserved to know whether a man she was getting involved with wanted the same things she wanted. To be honest, he didn’t know what she wanted. Because she hadn’t said much. After the Ferris wheel had gone around twice more, she’d simply murmured, “Thank you for being honest with me.” Then something strange. “I guess that answers my question about the note.”
But before he could ask her about it, the ride operator was stopping them. A quick glance at his watch confirmed Damon only had a few minutes to get over to his tent and change before the late performance. Promising Allie they’d talk more later that night in his trailer, he went back to work.
She didn’t come to the show, which made him nervous as hell. So nervous that when it was over, he left with the audience, scanning the crowd outside for her. She wasn’t there either.
“You looking for your friend?” a passing worker asked.
Damon nodded.
“She went that way.” The man pointed toward the line of campers and Damon breathed a quick sigh of relief.
She hadn’t left. She was just meeting him where he said he planned to take her at eleven o’clock. Still, he didn’t shake off all of his concern until he walked past the last of the rides and concession stands and saw her standing outside his place.
“You had me scared for a minute there,” he murmured when he reached her side. “I thought you’d run out on me.”
She shook her head. “I wouldn’t do that to you again, not without letting you know why. I promise.”
Unlocking the door, he helped her up the metal step into the old camper. It had been through a lot of years on the road and the only reason he felt comfortable bringing Allie here was because he’d replaced the mattress when he’d taken it over.
Once inside, rather than looking around the place, Allie stopped and looked at the floor.
“What?”
“I left you a note, last night, before I went down to the beach. I slipped it through your door.”
Damon’s eyes widened. “After our fight?”
“Yes. I wanted to apologize. To explain.”
She’d tried to reach him. Again. Even after the way he’d left her in his tent. “You’re a strong woman.”
“Not strong enough,” she whispered. Then, her gaze shifted to the floor mat just inside the door. She bent down and retrieved a small, white piece of paper, which was sticking out from the edge of it. “I found it.”
“Still want me to read it?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she balled it up and shoved it in her purse, which she then dropped to the floor. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his face to hers. “I want you, Damon. Now.” She seemed desperate, kissing him hungrily, reaching for the buttons of his shirt and almost ripping it as she unfastened them.
Last night had been sweetly passionate. This was frenzied. Wild. Allie’s fingers raced over him, touching him everywhere. Where her hands went, her mouth followed, tasting, devouring.
He didn’t even have time to get her to the bed before she was on her knees, tugging his pants open and freeing his engorged cock. Before he could even prepare for it, her mouth was on him, sucking deeply, driving him into madness until he had to clutch the door frame.
He gave himself over to it for a few minutes but knew things would be over much too fast if he didn’t stop her now. So he tangled his hands in her hair and pushed her head away. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, her lips wet and parted, and he couldn’t stand not tasting them. He dropped down in front of her, covering her mouth with his, then pushing her onto her back.
“Now, Damon, please,” she urged, still frenzied as she lifted her skirt and pushed her panties off, not even bothering with the rest of her clothes. “Take me now.”
