“Alright, do your worst.”
I was momentarily stunned at her beauty. Her long jet-black hair was splayed out on the pillow. Full breasts sat pert on her chest leading down to a slender, toned waist. Hipbones peeked out in the sexiest way. The gap between her legs sent my heart wild and the miles and miles of legs begged to be wrapped around my shoulders.
“Nell…” I groaned.
Fluttering her eyelashes she trailed her fingers up her stomach and around the swell of her breasts. “Yes, Damon?”
Her face looked innocent but her actions were anything but.
I loved her. I loved her so damn much I didn’t care that it was going to rip me apart one day.
Nell
Damon slept beside me with one arm slung over my waist. He was gorgeous and exceptionally so when he was sleeping. I ran my hand through his hair and bit my lip.
The sex last night was different. Amazing and scary different. It meant…something. It was painfully perfect.
His eyes flicked from side to side under his eyelids as if he was dreaming. I wanted to kiss them but I didn’t want to wake him, not yet. Just watching him made my heart race. I could feel it, hear it, going crazy in my chest. My breath caught in my throat. The feelings I felt were overwhelming and a tear escaped, rolling down my cheek.
No! I loved him. I’d gone and bloody fallen in love with him. Chloe was right. Pressing my face into the pillow, I cried silently because loving him was the most incredible thing in the world and that hurt. I wanted to shout and scream at how unfair it all was but that’d get me nowhere.
Turning over, I wiped my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. The lump in my throat felt like it was the size of a watermelon. I had so many conflicting feelings that I wasn’t one hundred per cent sure what to even think. I tried not to move as I cried. I didn’t want Damon to feel the movement through the mattress and wake up, but I didn’t want to rush to the bathroom in case that woke him too and he saw me. It was so overwhelming.
Pull. Yourself. Together.
I wiped my eyes a few times and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be alright. I could do this. I could be in love with him and not have it change anything.
Damon sighed and his eyes fluttered open. “Hey,” he said, a grin breaking out across his sleepy face.
Gulping, I replied, “Hi.” His smile gave me so much. I wanted him to be happy; I only ever wanted to see that smile. A tidal wave hit me again and I wanted to kiss him until I couldn’t breathe, to tell him how much I cared for him.
I tried to focus on what Chloe had said about not being too hard on myself. Everyone had hang-ups and issues. I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t a bad person because I couldn’t do something others did so easily. So why did I feel so fucking awful about it?
“Sleep well?” I asked.
Something was different with him. He’d always looked at me like he wanted to devour me but that look had a tenderness to it now too. The air felt thick and heavy so I tried to keep things between us light.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “You?”
Best sleep ever. I’d never felt so safe and well rested. “Yep. Want me to take advantage of you in your sleepy state before we go down for breakfast? We have an hour before they stop serving.”
A slow lopsided smile pulled at his lips. “Not going to say no to that.” I rolled him onto his back and kissed him long and deep.
It was our last day in Scotland, neither of us had a hangover so we were going to explore a little.
His breath tickled my neck as he brushed his head against mine. “Hurry up,” he said. “I’m hungry.”
“You can’t be.”
“I can. I’ve been burning a lot more energy than usual and I’m going to need a truck load more for tonight.”
Tonight was our last night; tomorrow morning we were driving home and would be back to separate beds and booty calls. It sounded horrible but it was exactly what I needed to get things back on track with our boundaries firmly back in place.
I turned around in his arms. “Yeah, what’re you doing tonight?”
The look he gave me – all wild and wanting – told me exactly what we were doing tonight.
“Really?” I said, arching my eyebrow.
“Oh, really,” he replied. “Hurry up and take some bloody pictures, we’re stuffing our faces in five minutes and then I’m taking you back to the hotel.”
I was absolutely not going to argue with that. Snapping a few pictures, I shoved my phone in my pocket and took his hand.