Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [99]
“Ever,” he repeated. Then he whispered, “You’re the only woman besides Angie I’ve ever fucked without a condom.”
The statement left her stupefied—for multiple reasons.
He hadn’t been wearing a condom. How the hell had she missed that? She’d realized, of course, that he hadn’t, but why hadn’t it alarmed her? Too much time married, feeling perennially safe in that way, she supposed. And she’d been too consumed by all that was happening this week. So what did this mean? Had they made a fatal mistake? And why? Why was he not wearing a condom?
“I’m on the pill, you know,” she reminded him, peering up into those beautiful eyes, “but that doesn’t protect from…”
He lifted one warm palm to her cheek, still moving ever so slowly inside her. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m safe. Because like I said, I’ve always been careful. Always. And I know you’re safe just because…I know you’re safe.” He smiled softly.
Beneath him, still soaking up the friction he created with his sweet cock, she bit her lip. “Why? Why did you not…?”
He brushed his mouth across hers. “It was an accident at first. But after that…you felt so amazing, and I just…wanted to be that close to you. Nothing between us. Nothing.”
She pulled in her breath, utterly amazed by the depth of his tenderness. And by what she could have sworn she’d heard in his words. The same thing she felt. Love.
Although maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was reading too much into it. Maybe this was just…his way of ending it. Tonight was their last night together, after all. Their last night in Sin City.
Yet she couldn’t help remembering that tonight, he’d put a little distance between them and the city of sin.
“I don’t want this to end,” he told her, his voice deep, gravelly.
Oh God. Had she heard that right? “Wh-what do you mean?”
He combed his fingers through her hair. “Just because we’re headed home to L.A. there’s no reason we can’t keep this good thing going, Brenna.”
“But I thought you…I mean…”
Again, he kissed her. “Yeah. Well, usually I don’t. But maybe now I do. I can’t make you promises—I haven’t been in a real relationship in a lot of years. But I don’t think I can be with you and not want you. I don’t think I can see you as just a friend.”
Brenna feared her heart would explode through her chest. Had he really just made her dreams come true? Really just told her this wasn’t ending? “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
“Then you feel the same way? You don’t want this to stop?”
“God, yes, I feel exactly the same way. I…I love you.”
Oh no, what had she just said? It had just come out, unstoppable! Stupid, stupid, stupid.
But then Damon’s mouth covered hers again, and this time his tongue twined around hers, and her desire seemed to double somehow in that moment, making her pull him closer, wrap her arms around him as tightly as she could. And when finally the kiss ended, Damon leaned down near her ear and whispered the sweetest words she’d ever heard. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”
“Oh. Oh God,” she said, peering up at his beautifully handsome face.
And almost convulsively, she pumped against him, hard, needing to feel him still deeper. She didn’t even care if she came—she just wanted to feel him, filling her up. “Come in me,” she breathed, desperately begging him. “Come in me, hard.”
She needed to make it happen, needed to draw that pleasure from him—and she needed him to leave part of himself inside her.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Oh yeah—I can’t stop. I’m coming in you. I’m coming deep inside your sweet little pussy.” And he thrust hard, hard, hard, pressing her ass to the ground, somehow making her smell the dry scent of the desert more, feel the moonlight more intensely.
No sex in her life had ever left her more satisfied. In a different way than last night or the night before. That had been so physically intense, and the mental part had been about her, about her daring, about her feelings for Damon. But this—this was about him. About him loving her. And about her wanting