Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(24)

I turned around and began walking towards the exit of the back room but came to an abrupt halt when a hand gripped my forearm. In one swift motion, I was spun around and pulled against a rock-hard chest.

“Damien!”

A split second later, his mouth came crashing down on mine. Absolute bewilderment overcame my mind, but not my body. My lips acted of their own accord, and so did my hands. I ran my hands up Damien’s arms, up his neck, and grabbed his thick hair tightly.

He hissed into my mouth and kissed me with the hunger of a man starving. His tongue plunged between my parted lips and danced with my own. His hands had somehow made their way to my behind, and he wasted promptly zero seconds in palming and squeezing it to the point of pain.

He didn’t stop there; he ran his hands up my back, neck, and buried them in my hair. When he pulled it, as I had done to his, my mouth opened on a gasp, and he used that moment to snag my lower lip with his teeth. I groaned when he sucked my lip into his mouth and hummed.

His hands slid back down to my arse, and then, suddenly, my back was pressed against a tool trolley. I moaned, and upon hearing that sound, Damien broke our kiss, placed his lips by my ear, and growled, “Now, I can talk to you.”

He stepped back away from me, and it was only then I realised I was trembling, and my body ached with need. My chest, like Damien’s, was rising and falling rapidly. I lifted my hands to my thoroughly kiss-swollen lips, and my fingers lingered for a moment before I dropped my arm to my side. I stared at his bruised eye, and I couldn’t believe how sexy he looked with it.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

What did he mean do what?

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked breathlessly.

That wasn’t just a kiss, though, and I knew it wasn’t. It was more than that; it was a claiming.

Damien’s eyes were narrowed as he said, “I couldn’t talk to you knowing his lips were the last to touch yours, so ... I fixed it.”

“You fixed it?”

“Yep.”

“You kissed me like that just because you have a stick up your arse about Dante bein’ the last to kiss me?”

Damien’s right eye twitched. “Something like that.”

I threw my hands up in the air.

“You’re un-fuckin’-believable, Damien Slater.”

He surprised me when he grinned and said, “I know.”

I dropped my arms and scowled. “That wasn’t a compliment.”

He shrugged, and repeated, “I know.”

I placed my hands on my hips.

“Don’t kiss me unexpectedly like that ever again.”

“I can kiss you if you expect it then?”

“What? No!”

“Hey.” Damien raised his hands. “I’m just making sure.”

I glared at him. “No more kissin’. I don’t like it.”

Damien’s smile dropped, and he stepped closer to me. “It’s not nice to lie.”

I licked my lips, shivering when I tasted him on them.

“I’m not ly—”

“You’re still lying,” he said, his voice firm as he took another step closer to me. “You kissed me like a woman possessed, freckles.”

I reluctantly stepped back and realised Damien had me cornered when my back pressed against something solid. The tool trolley.

“Damien,” I said, my voice sounded raspier than I would have liked. “We have to talk, remember?”

His eyes were on my lips. “I remember.”

“Then back off and stop lookin’ at me like I’m your prey.”

He flicked his eyes to mine. “Do you feel like you’re my prey?”

Hell yes.

“I do,” I said, lifting my chin.

“Are you scared I’m going to eat you?” he asked, dropping his voice to a seductive whisper.

I sucked in a breath. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Whatever it is that you’re doin’ ... I can’t think.”

Whenever he was close to me, all logical thought vanished.

“I make you nervous,” he said, and he sounded ... pleased.

“You drive me crazy,” I corrected. “You just kissed me.”

“I know.”

“Damien, you can’t just kiss me whenever you want.”

He got in my face. "Fucking watch me."

My limbs felt like jelly.

"Why did you kiss me?"

“I had to,” he said. “He kissed you last.”

Dante.

“No, he didn’t,” I said with a sigh. “Of all the things we did, kissin’ wasn’t one of them.”

Damien’s brow furrowed together as he took a step back.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothin’,” I answered. “I don’t want to talk about Dante.”

“He’s part of the talk, and you know it.”

I lifted my hands to my face and sighed.

“You have confused me even more than I already was,” I said, dropping my hands. “I thought you wanted to be friends?”

“Do friends kiss each other the way I just kissed you?”

I licked my lips, still tasting him.