out,” he said, his voice tinged with sadness. “We still have that physical attraction, but we’re opposites. You’re the strong one, babe. I have issues, and you don’t need ’em.”
He seemed eager to talk her out of wanting him, yet she knew she’d want him forever. As this sober Damian, who hadn’t drank for five years, stood before her, she suddenly wondered—no, that idea took up too much energy. She’d think about it another time.
“I want to squelch Miles’ idea that we can get back together,” he said.
She nodded and tried to look as if she agreed with him, but she must have fallen short. He placed two large hands on her upper arms, scorching her skin, and then he pushed up her short sleeves so that his flesh touched hers at the shoulders. God help her! Why did she have to burst into flames every time he set his hands on her? Why did she let him put his hands on her, since his hold over her disturbed her so much? She blinked to clear her thoughts.
“We both have new lives,” Damian said, in his velvety southern drawl. He rubbed her arms, up and down, and her breath caught, even though she didn’t care for the words he spoke. “Miles needs to understand that we aren’t right for each other.” His gaze turned white hot and caressed her form. “Attraction isn’t enough.”
“It was never just attraction, Damian. Stop saying that.”
He paused, and his eyes darkened with sadness. “Maybe not all of it, but there are many reasons we can’t be together.”
“Right.” She forced herself to accept the truth, even though she didn’t like it. Her body, however, screamed in rebellion. The man she dreamed about stood before her, in all his male glory, taunting her, testing her. They may not have had an idyllic marriage, but they shared a history, albeit a troubled one. And they’d truly loved one another, differences, misunderstandings and all.
As she focused on his wide, sensual, delicious lips, she decided to at least enjoy a bit of him the short while he’d be in town. Why not? “Maybe we shouldn’t be together as a couple,” she said, “but, while you’re here, we can recapture some of the good part of our relationship.”
Chapter Four
Damian just stared at her at first, and then slowly broke into a smile. “Are you going to seduce me?”
She felt her arousing body ready to claim him, and she hated his effect on her. “I really shouldn’t.” Watching his grin, she remained sober.
“No, you shouldn’t, but you want to, don’t you?” His words almost peeled her clothes off, they were so hot.
She felt sizzling tingles snake down her spine and spread between her thighs.
“What about Reese? I don’t want any regrets.”
“I told Reese that we’re both free to date others.”
“Oh.” Why did that make her feel a little better? Because you can’t bear the thought of any other woman having him. Even if you can’t either. “If we do this—it’s only sex, right?” She held her breath, hoping he’d say it would be more.
“If you’re asking me if I’ll expect us to renew our relationship because of sex, no.” His gaze raked over her, as hungry as a fox spying its prey. “But I want you more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. And that will never change.”
Before she could respond, he lowered his head and kissed her. At once, she melted with desire as their lips and tongues mingled with urgent need and desire. She heard herself moaning, and then him, in a feral response. The kiss deepened, and she was unsure who’d deepened it, but it didn’t matter. Her tongue sparred with his until he swept his all over the inside of her mouth, and she did the same to him, loving the manly taste of him. Loving him.
She made a contented sound as he pressed his lips hard and gentle against hers, his hands groping up and down her back, sending slivers of sensations throughout her. She grabbed the bottom of his hair, savoring its thick softness, and then, with her
He seemed eager to talk her out of wanting him, yet she knew she’d want him forever. As this sober Damian, who hadn’t drank for five years, stood before her, she suddenly wondered—no, that idea took up too much energy. She’d think about it another time.
“I want to squelch Miles’ idea that we can get back together,” he said.
She nodded and tried to look as if she agreed with him, but she must have fallen short. He placed two large hands on her upper arms, scorching her skin, and then he pushed up her short sleeves so that his flesh touched hers at the shoulders. God help her! Why did she have to burst into flames every time he set his hands on her? Why did she let him put his hands on her, since his hold over her disturbed her so much? She blinked to clear her thoughts.
“We both have new lives,” Damian said, in his velvety southern drawl. He rubbed her arms, up and down, and her breath caught, even though she didn’t care for the words he spoke. “Miles needs to understand that we aren’t right for each other.” His gaze turned white hot and caressed her form. “Attraction isn’t enough.”
“It was never just attraction, Damian. Stop saying that.”
He paused, and his eyes darkened with sadness. “Maybe not all of it, but there are many reasons we can’t be together.”
“Right.” She forced herself to accept the truth, even though she didn’t like it. Her body, however, screamed in rebellion. The man she dreamed about stood before her, in all his male glory, taunting her, testing her. They may not have had an idyllic marriage, but they shared a history, albeit a troubled one. And they’d truly loved one another, differences, misunderstandings and all.
As she focused on his wide, sensual, delicious lips, she decided to at least enjoy a bit of him the short while he’d be in town. Why not? “Maybe we shouldn’t be together as a couple,” she said, “but, while you’re here, we can recapture some of the good part of our relationship.”
Chapter Four
Damian just stared at her at first, and then slowly broke into a smile. “Are you going to seduce me?”
She felt her arousing body ready to claim him, and she hated his effect on her. “I really shouldn’t.” Watching his grin, she remained sober.
“No, you shouldn’t, but you want to, don’t you?” His words almost peeled her clothes off, they were so hot.
She felt sizzling tingles snake down her spine and spread between her thighs.
“What about Reese? I don’t want any regrets.”
“I told Reese that we’re both free to date others.”
“Oh.” Why did that make her feel a little better? Because you can’t bear the thought of any other woman having him. Even if you can’t either. “If we do this—it’s only sex, right?” She held her breath, hoping he’d say it would be more.
“If you’re asking me if I’ll expect us to renew our relationship because of sex, no.” His gaze raked over her, as hungry as a fox spying its prey. “But I want you more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. And that will never change.”
Before she could respond, he lowered his head and kissed her. At once, she melted with desire as their lips and tongues mingled with urgent need and desire. She heard herself moaning, and then him, in a feral response. The kiss deepened, and she was unsure who’d deepened it, but it didn’t matter. Her tongue sparred with his until he swept his all over the inside of her mouth, and she did the same to him, loving the manly taste of him. Loving him.
She made a contented sound as he pressed his lips hard and gentle against hers, his hands groping up and down her back, sending slivers of sensations throughout her. She grabbed the bottom of his hair, savoring its thick softness, and then, with her
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