Chapter 13

Lisa's POV

His lips are as soft as feathers as they meet mine. And sensually warm. His large hand comes up behind me to steady me, to pull me even closer to him. Like the last time we kissed, it isn't really a kiss. More like a prolonged peck. Yet I feel a damp ache pooling in between my thighs, and hear my heartbeat rise to a tempo. I ease back on my heels, but Damien follows me, filling the gap in between our mouths, and pressing me tighter to himself, so tight I can feel the ridge on his groin again my lower stomach. Oh.

It's like all the desire I've been holding back unleashes themselves on my senses. I snake my arms around his neck and rub against him like a cat on heat, moaning against his mouth. He groans, a deep guttural sound that intensifies the heat in the apex of my thighs, and I part my lips, letting him delve his tongue into my mouth. I remember not wanting this. I remember avoiding any kind of intimacy with him. But this feels so right, and so wrong at once, but I de