Chapter Forty One

Damien

"Hey, I can pour a glass of wine if you would like," I say, pressing my forehead against hers.

She flashes me a bright smile.

"I would like that, but you know what I would like more?" she asks, her hand rising to my cheek, stroking my chin, and then up to my temples.

"Hmmm," I hum, wanting her to continue.

"You," he adds. "I want you."

She wraps her around around my neck, pulling me closer to her face, and when my lips meet mine, I am lost!

She kisses me with a lot of hunger and passion, I am startled and turned on all the same. I pull her unevenly closer so that her front is pressed flatly against mine. I want to devour her presence. I want to relish the feeling of her body against mine.

I kiss her back feverishly, shamelessly moaning into her mouth, over stimulated by the taste of her mouth.

Shit!

This won't do.