**ROSEANA**
I felt as if I had swallowed my tongue. I kept my mouth shut and my complete attention on his every touch as if I were dying of excitement. I'm not sure whether I'm still breathing as I get caught in the glow of his eyes.
"You are a tease, a little vixen I find difficult to resist," he hissed. When he said it, I couldn't stop biting my bottom lip. That was just a habit I developed when I was shy, but it doesn't seem right in the situation I'm in today. I noticed how his pitch-black eyes sharpened when I did that.
He inhaled deeply. His breath caressed the side of my face. I nearly didn't know his face was so close to mine unless his hot breath struck my face.
"I'm just a man, Roseana, and I can't stand here and do nothing while you show me so much flirtation," he explained.
When I heard what he said, I grimaced. I am seducing him? When did I try to flirt with him? I had no idea what he was referring to.
I was going to object to what he was accusing me of, but I couldn't do so. "I didn't sed—" I was interrupted. Before I could finish what I was about to say, his lips pressed against mine. My eyes widened in surprise. To say the least, I was stunned. My heart felt like it had temporarily stopped beating. My heart's fast thumping has been replaced by a calm but strong beat. I could almost hear my heart beating in my ears.
Damon's lips moved over mine, and I was frozen in that instant. My mind is racing, especially after Damon slurped my lips like they were melting ice cream.
I blinked numerous times in an attempt to wake up my receding brain. I gather what little reason I have left and try to push Damon away from me. He wasn't supposed to kiss me. We were only pretending. He is not in love with me. He even mentioned there would be no attachments connected, so why is he kissing me right now?
My attempt to shove Damon away was futile. I'm not sure how he managed to trap my hands behind me with his hands, but I just noticed he had gotten hold of my two hands, and it was too late for me to go against him.
Damon shifted his lips away from mine. I desperately sucked for air at that point. My lips are agape as I inhale oxygen into my lungs. Damon not only kissed my lips but also sucked my breath away.
I shut my eyes tightly. Damon's warm, gentle kisses are still on my lips. My lips are moist from the combination of his and my saliva.
I overheard him say, "That was sweet." I don't even need to open my eyes to see if he's smiling. His words effortlessly convey this to me.
I choose to close my eyes. I can see he's smiling and looking at me. I'm embarrassed to look at him, and I'm scared I won't be able to stand the intensity of his stare. The way he stares at me makes me feel like I'm about to melt.
"But it'll be much sweeter if you will open for me."
I felt his lips on mine again before I could register his words. I don't believe my mind is functioning properly. My reaction was too slow.
My eyes shut open, shocked for the second time. I can clearly see how Damon closed his eyes as he kissed me.
Damon was able to put his tongue into my mouth more easily since my lips parted as I gasped for air. His tongue swirled with mine. His tongue acted as a guard, probing every nook and cranny of my mouth.
When he pecked my lips, I went completely insane. My eyes slowly closed as I let myself be devoured by this monster. I let down my guard and let him kiss me. I know I'll blame myself after this, but I think I'll regret it more if I ignore his kisses.
"Good girl," Damon mumbled in between our kisses. I also noticed a smile grow on his lips as he understood I was no longer struggling and was allowing him to kiss me.
Damon's every move became more aggressive. He licked, sucked, and bit my lips. I couldn't keep up with his kisses because, first and foremost, I don't know how. I've never kissed anyone else before. This is actually my second kiss with him; my first kiss was also during our wedding.
My hands weren't pinned behind my back anymore. My hands are caressing him. Rather than shoving him away as I should, my hands pull Damon closer to my body. As I played with his hair, it seemed like I was playing with cotton. His hair is silky and fluffy.
It never crossed my mind that I would be this intimate with him. I'm not sure how I made the switch from sitting on the bed to sitting on his lap. He probably carried me to sit on his lap because there was no way I would sit on his lap on my own. Did I, or didn't I? I'm not entirely sure.
When I felt his two hands roving around my body, I let out a growl. I can hardly recognize myself.
He reached for my T-shirt. When he caressed and traced the curve of my waist with his calloused fingertips, I was swayed. His hands slid up and down my waist, alternating between my waist and my stomach.
I can't stop the moan that leaves my lips whenever he touches my stomach, as if he's afraid of hurting anything in there because his hands move so gently. When I felt his hand on my chest, the temperature rose even higher.
When his hands teasingly touched the flesh under my breast, I gasped. I had never felt like this in my entire life. I'd never felt like dying from excitement before. I want him to feel my mountains. I want him to know how much they crave his touch.
"Do it." I couldn't stop myself from speaking. My eyebrows met a little because of the rising irritation in my chest.
"Are we impatient, babe?" Damon laughed heartily.
I pouted at his reaction. I just sounded haughty. It's all because of him that I said it. He can't hold it against me.
His touch has set my body on fire. I'm desiring something I can't quite name.
Damon's hands brush below my breast.
My heartbeat quickened in anticipation.
Only a few inches apart. I can already feel the warmth of his hand on my skin.
"Sir," Martinez barged in, "our client called—"
When I heard Martinez's voice, it was as if cold water had been poured over me. My hand became stuck in Damon's hair. All the inhibitions I'd thrown away before returned to me like lightning.
My bedroom door slammed shut.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
Damon encircled my waist with his arms. "One of these days, I'll teach Martinez a lesson," he murmured.