She stands her ground. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“Never! I’ll never be jealous of Jonathan Wright. He’s an arrogant prick who has way too much money than he knows what to do with.”

“Oh! Judgmental and jealous! Very well done of you, Damien.” Her eyes sparkle and her lips curve into a cheeky smile.

“I’m not jealous.”

She shrugs her shoulders, laughter still dancing in her eyes. “If you say so.”

“You are nothing but trouble,” I tell her, closing the distance between us.

“And yet you can’t seem to stay away.”

“You’re far too tempting and...” I pull a strand of her hair and draw her towards me.  “I don’t want to stay away any more.”

“Words. All I hear are words, Damien,” she puts her hands on my shoulders. “Kiss me and show me exactly how I make you feel.”

“Fucking finally! Finally, she asks.”

That was all the permission I needed from her. I draw her body close to mine as I tear at her mouth and attack her lips, those soft pink lips that have been taunting me since the beginning.

Aaliya

DAMIEN’S MOUTH CRASHES into mine and he kisses me like a man possessed. His tongue steals inside my mouth as his hands tilt my head, angling it the way he wants to gain better access.

The kiss is raw, wild, pure chaos. It strips away my doubts, my fears and gives free rein to my desire. He lifts me up, drawing me tight against him and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. With my arms clasped tight around his neck and his chest pressed against mine, he owns my mouth, taking it over and over again. There’s no skill involved, no finesse, it’s just a pure mating of mouths and tongues and lips fueled by want.

My core throbs and I rub myself against his raging hard on, gaining as much friction as I can. He pulls his mouth from mine. “If you continue like this, I will take you on the floor or against the wall. It will be fast and hard.”

“I like fast and hard,” I say, dragging his lips back to mine, whimpering as he pulls back.

He gives me a sinful smile. He knows I’m losing control. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I need you on a bed.”

“Later,” I mumble and pull his head towards me but he resists, shaking his head.

My teeth nibble on my bottom lip and his lips latch on to it, tugging it free of my mouth, sucking on it. His tongue delves inside, running soft circles around every inch of my mouth. I arch into him, clasping his neck with my hands to hold him to me while he takes over my mind completely.

One moment we were kissing in the golden parlor and now we’re in my room.

When did we reach here?