Chapter 41

Damon

He had trouble falling asleep with her beside him for fear if he did, that he would wake up to find her gone again. She slept curled up against him, her breasts heavy and tucked against his side, her lithe arm across his chest, fingers gripping his side as if she were scared too.

"What are we doing, baby?" He kissed the side of her head.

She mumbled something and snuggled in closer as the morning light shone through the window behind him. The smell of their sex stained the air and left him wanting more of her. It wasn't just about the intense pleasure, but about being one, being locked against her and working to bring her to acknowledge that something special existed between the two of them.

Fucking Bridget and every other girl in his past had been about finding release and saying thanks for the ride. It was so different with her.

He brushed her hair back again and let his fingertips trace her eyebrow as he studied her petite features. She could have anything she wanted from him if she would only grow up a little, follow his rules and ask.

Fucking just ask for it. Anything.

She mumbled again and turned over, reaching for the covers. He leaned down and pulled them up before turning on his side and pulling her to rest in front of him. They would be leaving for Florida later that day, but he had another hour or so that he could stay in bed with her. He contemplated getting up and making her breakfast, but the soft press of her ass against his stomach left him not wanting to go anywhere.

He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the back of her neck a few times.

She took his hand in hers and pressed it to her breasts, beckoning him to massage her.

"You awake, baby?" He brushed his nose down the back of her neck and shifted his hips, pressing the head of his dick against her opening, dipping into her a little.

"Sort of." She moved her upper body a little away from his and lifted her top leg, moving it back to rest on his. She wanted him.

He moved to his elbow and gripped her top leg just behind her knee before thrusting firmly and filling her up again.

They moaned together as she gripped his wrist and rolled her hips forward, taking ownership of their sex. He worked her for a few minutes, not quite getting the angle he wanted, but unwilling to roll over and pin her to the bed in an awkward position made for the heat of fucking and not sweet lovemaking in the morning.

It was a good sign she was reaching for him at all.

"I love you." He leaned down and kissed her cheek as he shifted a little and pressed farther into her.

She undulated her hips and worked him without a response. He tried hard not to let it bother him. She loved him too; she had to. Things didn't change that fast. Or did they?

"Lay back," she grumbled and rolled over, pulling her body off of his.

"Horny this morning?" He chuckled and reached for her as she crawled on top of him and turned to face his feet. Desire pumped through him as she took his cock into her hands and worked herself down onto it. The position was deliciously wicked, the tightness of her body only accentuated by the angle. She reached behind her and pressed her hands into his chest as her chin lifted to the ceiling, and long silky strands of hair danced over his stomach.

He reached up to grip a good handful of it and lifted his hips, wanting to give her as much cock as she could handle. That she was in the mood to fuck was a shock. They'd gone at each other half the night. Something inside of him shifted, and he wanted to force her to stop so that he could turn her over and make love to her nice and slow, but she seemed to want something else entirely.

"So good," she mumbled and pulled against the hold on her hair as her moans filled up the room. She rode him like a champ, showing a much more aggressive, wild side of herself than he'd seen before. Where it was a part of her persona he wanted to explore, something told him that a shift had occurred. She wasn't making love to the man she wanted beside her for life. She was fucking a stiff dick. Nothing else.

He gripped her hair tighter as the thought brought anger racing through him.

"Give me more." She swatted at his balls as he grunted. The sensation sent a tendril of pain shooting through him.

"You bet." He flipped them and pressed her to the bed on her stomach before moving to his knees and fucking her deep and hard. "Like this? This what you were after?"

Her laughter caused his libido to die. She moved to her elbows, looking like a goddess in his bed. "Sex. It’s all about the sex with you. Life is just one big huge fuck, isn’t it?"

He rolled off the bed and walked toward the shower. What the fuck was that? He'd reacted to whatever she was doing. He glanced back to see her flop back and laugh loudly again.

"He wants me... he wants me not."

Despair filled him as he closed the door and started the shower. Who was she? Where along the short journey had he lost her? He wasn't sure of the when, but it had happened nevertheless.

She had asked for one more night, and they'd shared in six hours of making love to each other in ways that would forever stain him, but in the early light of morning, everything changed. She had changed.

He wasn't surprised to see her gone and a note left on the counter for him when he walked back out.

There was no reason to open it. He already knew what it would say.

Her engagement ring sitting next to it spoke volumes.

They were done. Over.

Love wasn't enough.

It was naive to think it would be.