Damien (Slater Brothers #5)(6)

“Alannah,” I felt him say against my lips.

I pulled back from our kiss feeling breathless, giddy with excitement, and hot to the core.

“That was amazin’,” I exhaled. “I knew it would be.”

Damien squinted down at me before he grabbed my hand once more and led us over to two huge men who stood outside a door. I avoided looking at both men because they were intimidating. Instead, I silently followed Damien when the men parted and opened the door they seemed to be guarding. We stepped into a hallway, and a veil of silence descended the second the door to the club was closed.

“Me ears are ringin’,” I shouted before I remembered I didn’t have to.

Damien looked at me and chuckled, then silently led me down the corridor and through the last door. When we stepped into a huge living area, the first thing I spotted was the huge bed. My first reaction upon seeing it should have been uncertainty, but a boost of confidence struck me at that moment and pushed my legs to move toward the bed. When my knees knocked against it, I bent forward and ran my hand over the linen.

Silk.

“This feels good,” I hummed. “It’s so soft.”

I heard a sharp intake of breath, and a rush of pleasure shot through me. I knew my dress had hiked up a little bit more than what was decent, and I knew in my bones that Damien could see everything on display.

“Heaven help me.”

I stood straight, and without fixing my dress, I turned around.

“Did you say somethin’?”

Damien lifted his arm and ran his hand through his hair, and I realised it was an action I desperately wanted to repeat with my own hands.

“I said,” he rumbled, “Heaven help me.”

“Why do you need help?” I asked dumbly, tilting my heard. “You aren’t in trouble.”

“On the contrary.” Damien licked his lower lip. “I think I’m in a whole heap of trouble.”

I followed his tongue movement with my eyes, and my mouth ran dry.

“What trouble would that be?”

“The five-foot-five, black hair, and brown eyes kind.”

Butterflies exploded in my belly.

“You think I’m trouble?”

“Babe.” Damien chuckled. “I think you’re the definition of it.”

How can that be?

“I think you have me confused with someone else,” I said, falling into a sitting position on the bed when I tried to take a step back. “I’ve never been in trouble in me whole life.”

“No, I’m sure you haven’t,” Damien agreed, his lips twitching. “But I think you could stir up a lot of it.”

“Yeah?” I questioned. “Like what?”

“Like how one kiss has me wanting to touch you in ways you’ve never been touched.”

My heart slammed into my chest.

“H-how do ye’know what ways I’ve been touched?” I stammered. “I could have already been touched in every way possible.”

“Babe,” he said as his cheeks dimpled.

I felt a blush burn its way up my neck as he acknowledged my virginity with one word and a damn smirk.

“Fine.” I licked my lips. “No one else has touched me, but I’ve touched me an awful lot.”

The look of desire that Damien shot my way sent shivers up my spine.

“Why don’t you change the former and touch me?”

His face lost all traces of amusement.

“Be careful, freckles,” he warned. “I think we should just cool it and talk—”

“I don’t want to talk.” I cut him off. “I want to kiss you, to touch you ... I want ... I want to get into trouble with you.”

“My God.” He groaned and put his face in his hands. “You aren’t a sex only girl, Lana. You’re the flowers, chocolate, cuddle nights in, and steady boyfriend kind of girl. And I love that about you, but I can’t give you that.”

I frowned.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Damien said, looking flustered. “I’m trying to do right by you. I’m trying to convince myself that you don’t really want me like this—”

“I do.” I cut him off once more. “I know your situation, and I’m not a fool. I know it’s just sex with you, but I want you so much that I’ll take it.”

I recalled my earlier conversation with Bronagh. I said I didn’t want Damien to want me just for sex, that I didn’t want to be another name on his hit list, but I had a strong desire to experience him in any capacity I could. I’d deal with the consequences later.

“This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have brought you in here.” He began to pace. “I just wanted to talk to you, but damn, you look edible, and you smell and taste so good, it’s all I can do to stay on this side of the room.”

“C’mere to me,” I beckoned. “Don’t think about the after, think about now. If I’m angry later, it’s on me. This is probably a stupid idea, but I’ve never needed someone like I need you. If this is a mistake, let me make it and learn from it.”

“You’ve been drinking,” Damien said flatly. “I tasted it on you.”

“I’ve sobered up a hell of a lot since you told me I was trouble.”