I come around the corner from coming off the stairs and there he is, standing and looking so fucking gorgeous it should be a crime. I momentarily falter in my steps, wondering where my anger went all of a sudden. I wish this man could be mine, visualizing all the ways he would be mine in my head is not sane, in fact it’s insane.
“Amelia,” he murmurs aloud.
“Damien,” I reply back.
I’m getting ready to start my tirade when he states, “Let’s take this to my office.”
He puts his hand to the small of my back and ushers me into his office. His hands on me make me yearn for more, almost softening towards him. I can smell the cologne on him, he’s that close to me. I look over and see his profile, there’s no way he would want me in his life. Besides, there’s someone there already.
I need to remember that.
I’m not looking forward to this conversation now that I’ve made it here, my stomach does all types of flips and tumbles.
“Damien, I can’t go out with you,” I say as I look at anything else but into his eyes.
Chapter Five
Damien
She can’t go out with me? What in the hell is this? Does she have another man? And if she does how do I get him out of her life.
“What do you mean you can’t go out with me, Amelia?” I ask in a stern voice. I’ve never in my life met a more stubborn woman than the one standing before me and we just fucking met, but I’m going to make her understand that she belongs with me.
“Just what I said Damien, I can’t go out with you.”
“Give me one reason why we can’t go out to dinner.”
I can see the fire in her eyes. It’s a fire I want to see smolder in my bed. Her hands tied to the god damn head board while I taste every inch of her beautiful body.
“You’re with somebody!” her voice is raised, and her face is flushed red with anger. I’m pissing her off more as I laugh, more than I’ve laughed in a long fucking time. I hold her cheek as I look into her eyes, forcing her to look at me and not anything else.
“Gorgeous, I’m not seeing anyone. There’s no one else in my life, only you. If you’ll have me.” I keep looking at her, not blinking. I want her to see the truth in what I’m saying to her.
“But, but, the flowers. No man knows everything about flowers unless she’s someone important and I saw your note.”
Her face is flushed, she just openly admitted she read the note.
“Amelia, that bouquet is for my mother. We just lost my dad not long ago and Valentine’s Day was her and dad’s thing. He always went above and beyond for her. This year is going to be hard on her and I wanted to do something to make it just a little better.”
“Oh, I’m sorry Damien. I’ll just get out of your hair now,” she mumbles and turns to leave.
I refuse to let her go. I grasp her hand, she turns back towards me and I can’t help but lean down and kiss her. She moans and it allows me to seek entrance into her mouth, as our tongues tangle, her hands go to my sides, she’s holding my shirt, not letting go. I wrap my arms around her waist and hoist her up, setting her down on my conference table. Her body is flush against mine, she gasps aloud, as I grind my cock against her pussy. I can feel her warmth, through my dress pants and her skirt. Although, her skirt that is now up around her waist with only her fucking underwear as a barrier. I can feel the warmth. I want my mouth, my fingers, and my cock to own her. I slow the kiss down and hold her hips in place from grinding up into me. If we don’t stop, I’ll have her right here in my office and I refuse to let our first time together to be here where we have to be quiet. I want her moans and to see her writhing. I want her as desperate for me as I am for her.
“Gorgeous, we have to stop or I’m going to cum in my pants like a horny fourteen-year-old,” I say as I give her one last lingering kiss. When I look at her, her lips are bee stung swollen, her hair is scattered haphazardly, and her breathing is deep.
“Shit. I’m so sorry Damien.”
“Nothing to be sorry about Amelia. I want you badly, but I fucking refuse to take you right now. We’re going out to dinner tonight and you’re coming home with me tonight. I want you all to myself,” I state.