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"I'd like to do a lot more than that," he admits, his voice deep and raspy, and I know exactly what he means.
"Then do it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
ANDREA
Damien's body shifts closer to mine. Heat emanates from his chiseled form, and his scent of warm spice and clean linen envelops me, mingling with the sweet vanilla of my perfume.
His hands alight on either side of me, boxing me in at the counter. I swallow hard, my pulse quickening in the charged silence.
Tilting his head, his eyes, dark pools of molten honey, bore into mine, searching and hungry. The corner of his lips quirks up into a smirk.
"You smell..." His words trail off, a husky whisper that fans the flames of longing within me.
I swallow past the lump in my throat, my entire focus centered on the space between us. It's not a touch, but it might as well be. I can feel the electricity between us, as if the air itself has solidified into a tangible violet force.
"Intoxicating," he finally finishes, his breath brushing against my cheek.
My nipples harden beneath my sweater, and goosebumps race along my arms, the cool air of the refrigerator no match for the heat swirling between us.
Damien's eyes flicker downwards as if he can sense the effect he has on me. His smirk deepens, and for a delicious, dangerous moment, I think he might...
"Are you going to waste the dinner I made for you?"
He's so damn tall, I realize, craning my neck to meet his eyes. "I've always been one to believe dessert comes first."
"Quite the rebel," he teases.
"I don't play by the rules." My declaration is firm.
Not anymore… Not since you.
But I'm not daring enough to utter these words aloud.
His fingertips trace a path down my face, a gentle touch that lingers on my lower lip. "Clearly, you don't," Damien observes.
My tongue comes out when I feel his thumb, and without thinking, I suck on it slowly. At that moment, something seems to snap inside him.
"Fuck it…" Damien whispers.
His hands come down and lock around my hips as he lifts me up and places me on the kitchen counter, settling between my legs as his head moves closer to mine.
The temperature seems to rise to a level that’s impossible to bear. My body suddenly feels very hot as his hands hover around my waist. One of them explores my back underneath my shirt while the other turns off the stove.
Only then do his lips crash against mine with an urgency that leaves me breathless.
I crash my lips against Damien's, the intensity of our kiss searing through me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against his hard body. Our tongues tangle in a primal dance, exploring, tasting.
Desire thrums through my veins like a raging fire. I can't get enough of him—his masculine scent, the taste of his mouth, the sculpted planes of his chest pressed against my breasts. I rake my nails over the back of his neck and he groans into the kiss, the vibration shooting through my body.
I'm drowning in pure, raw lust. Years of repressed longing are unleashed in this moment. This level of hunger terrifies me, but I can't bring myself to pull away. I crave him with a desperation that's both exhilarating and terrifying.
Damien breaks the kiss, his eyes dark pools of want. His gaze roams over my face like he's committing every detail to memory. I blush under his intense scrutiny, my chest heaving with ragged breaths.
He trails a finger along my jawline, his touch feather-light yet scorching. "I want this...want you...…" he rasps, his voice gravelly with need.
A thrill shoots through me at his words. He wants me. Really wants me, not just my body or what I represent. My knees nearly buckle from the rush of arousal and relief mingling in my core.
