Sensing that I was on the verge of tears, a complete emotional wreck, he kissed me, gently brushing his lips against mine as he made long, slow strokes. I wanted to wrap my arms around his back but he still had me pinned above my head. Not being able to move somehow made it feel better.
I whimpered against his mouth, really, really needing to move now because I was so close I felt everything inside me tighten. Damon’s lips curled against my own but he didn’t move any faster like he usually did when he knew I was about to come.
Bastard.
Pulling my arms, I tried to get free and when he didn’t let go I pushed my hips harder, only to have him pin me deeper to the bed so I couldn’t move. And he didn’t stop kissing me so I couldn’t scream at him.
My body was so worked up I felt it shake. The emotional feeling of it heightened everything. I clenched around him as he circled his hips, pushing hard. He groaned into my mouth and I fell apart, clamping around him hard. My body felt like an explosion and the orgasm rolled on and on until I felt my legs go numb. Damon followed with a growl, burying his head in my neck and whispering over and over that he loved me.
Having sex with someone you were in love with was nothing like meaningless sex. Damon had always been killer between the sheets but this time was on a whole new level. It was perfect and beautiful. I’d been missing out on so much by keeping him at arms length.
He rolled beside me, pulling me into his arms and ran his fingers through my hair. “How’re you feeling?”
“I feel kind of like I’m floating. I’m pretty sure my legs have turned into jelly. But I’m happy. Really happy.”
His smile made my heart swell. “I’m so glad to hear that, Nell, you have no idea.”
“Please, you know you’re good in bed,” I teased, knowing full well what he meant.
“Oh, I do know, your screams, pleads and back clawing confirmed that years ago.”
Rolling my eyes, I snuggled closer so our bodies were pressed tight against each other’s.
“I’m happy too,” he said. “Looking forward to the rest of our lives.”
“Funny, a few months ago that would have scared the hell out of me. But I finally feel ready to give you everything you want and deserve.”
“I never needed any promise of marriage, mortgage and kids. Through my teens and Uni I was fine to mess around because I was young and I watched friends settle down as early as seventeen and eighteen. I was doing well in school, had my dream job lined up a year before I finished Uni. I had success from an early age but as I watched my mates love someone, I realised what really mattered in life. Success is great but what’s the point if you’re alone. All I’ve ever really wanted is you.”
I slapped his chest with the back of my hand and then wiped my eyes. “You dickhead, you made me cry!”
Damon laughed and kissed my forehead. “It’s nice to know how you feel too.”
“You know how I feel, I told you, but I don’t know where to even begin describing how much. I’m not that good at the whole verbal thing, never have been, but I know that as long as you’re by my side I can face anything and be happy doing it. I love you so much more than I ever thought possible to love another person.”
His lips parted. “I don’t think you’re doing too badly with ‘the whole verbal thing’. It’s nice to know you feel the way I do. More than nice, actually. There was a time where I didn’t think this would ever happen.”
“Me too. I’m sorry I put you through that.”
“No, it’s okay. You didn’t do it to hurt me and hell, you were hurting too.”
“It still kills me that I caused you pain. I wish I could have got it together before. God, it took my mum dying to make me realise that I’m in control of how I turn out.”
He ran his fingertips over my bare shoulder. “Yeah, but seeing what you did growing up left a pretty big scar. You’ve come a long way, Nell, and as far as I’m concerned that part is done with. We’re past it and I don’t want you feeling guilty for something that you shouldn’t feel guilty for.”
That was easy for him to say. We weren’t exclusive so I didn’t break any rules – technically he was the rule breaker – but that didn’t change what’d happened.
“Well, I’m all for putting the past behind us and moving forwards,” I said, trailing my fingernail down his chest. His eyes dilated as I traced each bump and groove of his muscles.
“Yeah,” he replied, licking his lips. “And how do you want to move forward?”
“I’m thinking we should start with me cooking for you tonight and you taking me out tomorrow.” That wasn’t what he was after. His pout was adorable. “Then later you get to decide how we move forwards.”
He brightened immediately and got out of bed. “Alright, deal. I’ll make drinks and you cook. Where do you want to go tomorrow?”
I watched him with a big moronic grin on my face. How the hell did I get so lucky to not only have him fall in love with me but to give me another chance?