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"I know. Want. I want to fuck you, too. Or...yeah. Like that." I groan, knowing I sound like an imbecile, but I can't form full sentences. Not while he's … doing what he’s doing.
He's slow and gentle, and he knows how to move his hipswith a swivel and a thrust that gives my sweet spot the right amount of friction.
"So fucking tight. Your pussy's like heaven. Need to be real careful with you. Because I could lose control at any second and hurt you."
I'd like to see him try, and I suspect that it might actually cause a bit of pain. Hurt so damned good. But maybe another time, because what he's doing right now is wickedly sweet and sinful all at the same time. I wrap my legs higher around his hips so he can go deeper.
"Damien."
"Yes?"
"I'm going to come again." I scrunch my eyes shut.
"Good. You feel so good. Perfect."
I open my eyes. His gaze is incendiary. When he grinds against me, I succumb.
And so does he.
"Kate, Kate, Kate. My beautiful Kate." He collapses onto me, wrapping me in his weight, his sweat, his heartbeat. I press my nose into the hollow between his collarbone and neck, both of us gasping in tandem.
I've never felt so close to another person, and it's a little scary.
"Oh crap,it's late. I need to be on the mainland for my doctor's appointment. I'd love to stay for breakfast, but I need to run. Now." I throw on my bra and underwear and my shirt that's short two buttons. Fortunately, it's the bottom two buttons, and I tie the shirttails into a knot.
I glance around the suite, picking up discarded pillows, looking for the buttons. The sliding glass doors to the balcony are open, and the sunshine is pouring into the room. Damien's still in bed, the white sheet covering only his legsand hips. He stretches, and the sheet shifts lower on his muscular stomach, revealing more of his gorgeous body.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
A memory of kissing down that stomach last night comes to mind. I almost groan out loud because I don't want to leave.
My muscles are achy from all the sex we had last night, but it feels so incredible. All the tension's left my body, although as I think about heading to my blood appointment, a familiar worry seeps under my skin.
I reach to pluck one of my buttons off the nightstand. "Doctor," I mutter, remembering that I have to take my pills. I'm terrible at remembering pills when I'm not in my routine. I'd missed last night's pills because of all the sex. Crap.
Spending the night having hot sex in a swanky hotel suite is definitely not my routine.
"You okay?" He sits up, and a frown crosses his gorgeous face.
I wave my hand. "It's a blood thing. A genetic thing."
"Wait, what? Are you sick? Why didn't you tell me?"
I grab my backpack and take out the medicine, shaking a pill into my palm. I'm too frantic, and it bounces off my palm and onto the carpet.
"Dammit," I whisper.
I don't have many left, and they're expensive. I'm ashamed to admit that I don't want to throw it away, but having Damien see me taking a pill that rolled over a hotel floor is pretty gross, too.
Plucking it from the carpet, I stuff it in my shorts pocket and plop down on the edge of the bed. These pills cost thousands a month — two grand, to be exact, although I'm trying to negotiate a lower rate direct from the pharmaceutical company. They're worth more than gold.
"Kate? Don't you want to throw that away? And what's the treatment for?"
I sigh and still. "Don't worry. I'm not contagious or anything. I have genetically high cholesterol. The medical term is familial hypercholesterolemia, and I was unlucky enough to have inherited it from my dad. He died when I was little of a heart attack."
"I remember you telling me that once in high school." He reaches for my hand.
"The good news..." I glance at Damien and his eyes are wide, "... is that it was caught early in me and I've been in treatment since I was a kid. It's controlled with medicine, proper food and exercise. I'm also hoping to get into a research trial of apheresis. I'm doing okay."
