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“You okay?” he asked, gripping my elbow in preparation to catch me again.
But I felt much steadier now. “Yeah. Thanks.” I nodded at him with a grin.
He groaned and lifted a finger to barely touch one of my dimples.
“In here,” I encouraged, pulling open the door.
Inside, I led him to another set of stairs. Once we hit the second floor, I peered down the darkened hall before glancing up at him and smiling again. “Perfect.”
We hurried along until reaching a pair of double doors that had big black, block letters on them that readBroadcasting. I stopped and pulled out a set of keys from my jean skirt pocket before slotting one into the lock.
“You have a key?” Damien asked in interest.
“Yeah.” I nodded as I pulled the door open. “I work here. Being a journalism major, I got first dibs on one of the student employment positions. Actually, one of the articles I researched and wrote aired last week, but I haven’t gotten my face on a screen yet.”
“You will,” Damien said, sounding strangely certain of it.
I glanced up at him in surprise as we stepped over the threshold.
Damien shut the door behind us, casting us into immediate darkness. Campus lights from outside showed through the large windows, allowing us some visual aid, but the shadows on his face made him appear almost threatening as he lifted his hand to gently trace my jaw with a few of his knuckles. He was either preparing to strangle me or kiss me.
“This face was made for a screen,” he murmured.
I whimpered as desire raced through my system mixed with the thrill of possible peril.
I didn’treallyknow this guy. My friend was convinced he was dangerous, and yet I’d brought him here to this darkened place, alone. He could do anything he wanted to me.
So when he snagged my hips and lifted me, I gasped and gripped his shoulders, not sure of his intentions until he set me on a counter.
I sighed.
Stepping in close, he wedged his hips between my knees and cupped my cheek in his big hand. The muscles in his fingers alone were probably strong enough to crush my jaw.
But all he did was tilt my face up gently so his mouth could land on mine.
I kissed him back aggressively, turned on more by the precarious uncertainty, and the next thing I knew, I was gripping the cloth of his shirt. I tugged it above his abdomen and coasted my fingers over his navel.
It was barely a brush of flesh over flesh, but he groaned deep and long, shuddering under my touch. So I grew braver, spanning his abs with my palms and stroking him until I went up his shirt enough that he got the hint and ripped it off entirely for me.
Grinning out my pleasure, I put both hands to work again, sculpting my way over his chest, only to realize he had a horseshoe necklace, too, that had been hidden under his shirt. I reached up in awe to touch it.
In return, he slid a finger over the horseshoeIwas wearing. Then he followed the chain up my clavicle until he reached my neck. From there, his entire hand palmed my throat as if he was planning to squeeze.
Our eyes locked, and my lips parted. He glanced down briefly at his fingers that cradled the vulnerable area, where he could no doubt feel the wild beat of my heart against his palm. But then he moved, plundering his digits into my hair and balling a gentle handful within his grip. His uneven breaths fell on my jaw as he tugged on my hair to angle my face up.
As he lowered his mouth to that very pulse point along my throat and sucked, I choked out a sob and gripped his shoulders.
His tongue licked over the spot, and then he started to kiss his way down to the strap of my shirt. There, teeth nipped, plucking at it before his fingers came up and he slid two underneath. As the backs of his knuckles burned my flesh, he slowly caressed his way up to the top of my shoulder.
Pausing, he glanced into my eyes before he curled his fingers around the strap and slid it off me. The built-in bra sagged in the front, and my breasts started to spill forward, escaping…until the tip of a hardened nipple caught on the cloth, keeping me from being fully exposed.
Damien dropped his gaze, and we both held our breaths as he gave one last tug. I arched, letting my head fall back as both breasts popped free. He growled and lifted his hands, testing their weight, cupping and lifting, before he simultaneously slipped both thumbs over each pert peak.
I sobbed and gripped the top button of his jeans, fumbling in my haste to break him free.
He groaned, the sound so guttural it didn’t even seem human.
But just as I got the button open and grasped his zipper, he rasped, “Wait. I need to taste these first.”
