Page 32 of Crossing the Line

He kept licking as I rode out the pleasure. The second it passed, I released his hair, and he surged to his feet. His hands shook as he fumbled with his pants, ripping open his jeans and shoving them down with his underwear so that his erection jutted out toward me.

“You’re on birth control, right?” he asked.

I nodded. I’d told him that on the night we slept together because neither of us were expecting to have sex, so we didn’t have condoms. If it was anyone else, I still wouldn’t have done it. But this was Damien, and I trusted him. Besides, I didn’t want anything between us, then or now. Getting on top of me, he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder and lined himself up at my entrance.

“Kelsie,” he said my name reverently, looking down into my eyes. I had to look away from the affection I saw there, refusing to let my heart be a part of this. I couldn’t go there, not again.

He didn’t say anything else, and I soon lost myself to pleasure as he pushed himself inside of me, his cock sinking deep in one smooth stroke that made me gasp and shudder.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

I shook my head at those words, but I didn’t argue with him because he started to move, drawing a broken sound from me as I fisted the sheets on either side of my body. He was bigger than any other man I’d been with, and the stretch was so good, driving me insane with pleasure. The angle of my hips allowed each deep thrust to hit me just the right spot, and as he rode me harder and harder, I found myself once again at the edge of the precipice. Damien bent his upper body over me, pressing his lips to mine again, and that was when my second climax shattered me.

My fingernails scraped down his back, my mouth breaking away from his as I tossed my head back and let out an incoherent sound of ecstasy.

“Kelsie…” Damien groaned, his thrusts growing uneven and frenzied. “Your pussy’s squeezing the life out of me. Are you ready? Ready to be marked as mine?”

I couldn’t even respond in the throes of my orgasm, but it didn’t matter. He was already there, groaning and growling as he drove himself deeper than ever and succumbed to his own pleasure.

For just a moment, it was amazing. His weight on top of me. His release flooding my core. His warm breath on my skin as he rested his forehead against mine.

I was beyond satisfied, and the intimacy of it was overwhelming. Then, I felt a familiar rush of love for this man. On the tail of that, reality crashed over me.

Damien was still on top of me, pinning me down but careful not to crush me with all of his weight. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, even though I knew I didn’t have much of a chance of moving him if he didn’t want me to.

But Damien wasn’t like that. He shifted his weight off me immediately, moving to my side and sprawling on his back with a dazed smile on his face. I sat up, still trying to catch my breath.

I told myself this wasn’t a mistake. Sex didn’t have to mean anything, so it didn’t have to be something to regret. As long as both went into it with the same expectations, there was nothing wrong with seeking a physical release with the best lover I’d ever had.

A hand came to my back, tracing lazy circles, and I looked over at Damien. His face was flushed and there were scratches on his arms that I barely remembered putting there. He was utterly relaxed, the picture of male satisfaction.

His blue eyes gleamed. “That was…”

He trailed off, as if searching for words. I nodded, understanding what he was saying.

“It was a great time, just what I needed to release some tension.” I stood, and he shamelessly ogled my naked body. “Thanks for that. I’m going to get cleaned up, but I’ll see you at the rehearsal dinner later.”

Leaving him lying on the bed, I headed toward the bathroom, thinking that I really needed to take another quick shower before the rehearsal dinner. I’d just grasped the doorknob when Damien spoke in a voice dripping with concern.

“Wait. Kels, we should probably discuss what just happened.”

And hear him tell me it didn’t mean anything? That he still just wanted to be friends? No need. I already knew all that.

“Don’t worry,” I said in the breeziest voice I could manage as I looked back at him over my shoulder. “This won’t change a thing between us.”

Going into the bathroom, I closed the door firmly behind me and headed to the shower once again. I just hoped that when I came out of the bathroom, he was gone.

Chapter Thirteen: Damien

Iwatched Kelsie disappear into the bathroom while I lay on the bed, feeling utterly destroyed. I could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against me, still smell sex in the air.

Because I’d been inside her just moments ago, connected in a way that felt meaningful. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, even the first time we slept together. I wasn’t thinking about friendship or the past or the future. I was in the moment, and I never wanted to leave.

Something shifted inside me, like I was reaching for something I’d never known I desperately needed. Then, she walked away.

Just what I needed to release some tension.

When those words left her mouth, they felt like a knife sliding under my ribs. The worst part was that I wondered if that was how she felt when I called our first night together a mistake.