“You don’t do that,” he states, the corner of his mouth curling upward. There’s a glint in his eyes. It’s not unkind, though.
“I want it.” I don’t even attempt to hide the desperation in my voice. “I don’t date, either, and I don’t spend holidays with other people’s families—but I’m doing all that, because you asked. What do you say?”
He sucks in a breath.
Then Damon leans down, and his mouth collides with mine again.
He dives in again and again, holding me by the back of my head. Damon kisses me in a way that leaves me dazed. It weakens me in the knees.
He kisses me deeper, again and again, and a fire starts to simmer in me.
It’s intoxicating.
We should have done this much sooner.
Damon grins. “Come on. Flight’s boarding but maybe we can somehow still get you a ticket.”
“What if we can’t?”
“Then we’ll catch the next one.”
I snicker. “And if we can’t, I guess we’llunfortunatelyhave to share a hotel room again tonight.”
“Deal, sweetheart,” he murmurs, giving me that sweet smile of his that makes my heart beat rapidly.
“Deal.”