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CHAPTERTWELVE
Damon
Kate’s immediate shock forms a gasp against my mouth.
I visibly shudder, diving deeper and relishing the satin feel of her lips still hot with anger. Her body is stock-still for a second longer before she blessedly gives in, answering my kiss with a tender stroke of her tongue.
A growl rumbles between our connected lips as I eagerly ask her for more. The restraint I’m using to keep my hands on the handlebars and out of her hair, off her face, and away from her body could rival the gods.
I should be figuring out how Shaylea knew about her living situation, but now that I’m here… I never want to stop.
So I part my mouth and capture another gasp before kissing her some more.
Platonic.
Unavailable.
But I can taste the citrus and tequila from her margarita, and my cock swells to the point of pain.
I want her hips wrapped around mine as I sink into the tight sheath between her thighs. Her kiss on the underside of my cock before she takes me into her warm, wet mouth. Theyes, sirandplease, morethat would fall from her lips while I pleasure her.
I see it all too clearly for a man who should be keeping his mouth to himself.
Kate leans in further, deepening the kiss as if sensing the direction of my thoughts.
I open my eyes to burn this moment into my memory forever, when from beside us a tiny voice shouts, “Mommy, Mommy, wook! They kissin’!”
Our breaths mingle as we freeze.
A little girl and her mother hurry past us on the pathway. By the time they’ve made it to the crosswalk, the sudden force of what I’ve just done hits my chest like the weight of one hundred bricks.
Kate’s lips are red and swollen, and her cheeks blaze crimson.
She appears more embarrassed now than when Shaylea teased her, butfuck me… she’s so adorable.
For the first time, she looks her age. And I just forced myself on her.
A wash of horror slides over me.
“Damon?”
“I’m sorry.” I take a step back, holding up a single hand. “I’m so sorry, Kate. I crossed a line.”
She looks innocent, blinking at me, and I’m a perv for continuing to imagine how sweet she’d look after I’ve fucked her.
At war with my lack of boundaries, I stretch my arms up and interlace my fingers behind my head.
I’m such a fuckingidiot.
Stomping over to my discarded bike, I say, “Let’s just get back to the hotel and forget this ever happened.”
Kate gives a soft nod, and we walk our bikes the rest of the way to the stand.
We don’t so much as touch our knees together on the bus ride back to Double Palm, and I hope I haven’t upset her enough that she wants to leave.
The thought worries me. I shouldn’t care whether or not Kate stays with me, but for whatever reason, the idea of watching her go makes my chest tight.
The sun has finally set when we exit the bus, leaving Tauntuma covered by a blanket of deep navy and a spray of sleepy stars.
