“Hey,” I shouted and tried to tug my arm free. “Let go.”
I looked up at the owner of the hand holding onto me, and when grey eyes and a mop of white hair became clear through my slightly drunken gaze, I beamed.
“Damien!”
I focused on him and found he was smiling down at me, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He was so tall, I had to tilt my head back just to look up at him. He placed his hands on my waist, and without a word, he tugged my body until I was flush against him, and it took my breath away. When I gathered my bearings, I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and bit my lip when I rolled my body against his. I practically felt his moan as his hands on my waist squeezed my flesh.
He said something to me. I saw his lips move, but I couldn’t hear him. I got on my tiptoes and shouted, “I can’t hear you.”
He grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor. When he turned to face me, I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but I leaned back up onto my tiptoes, placed my hands on either side of his face, and tugged his head down. I moved in, and pressed my lips against his. Damien froze for a couple of seconds, but then he eagerly responded to my kiss. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me as close as he could get me.
“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.”