"Kiss me," I whimpered.
A low guttural noise rumbled from his chest, which made me press my legs harder.
Seconds felt like an eternity as I awaited him to claim my lips, but the seconds were already turning to minutes, yet I hadn't felt his lips on mine.
I opened one of my eyes to see if I was imagining all of this in my head. My eyes widened in shock, disappointment, and my cheeks burned from embarrassment.
Damon's eyes brooded over me as he pulled away from me. A whimper almost escaped my lips as a protest—the warmth that had enveloped me had been replaced by the cold air of the room.
I swallowed. 'What were you thinking? How could you ask him to kiss you? Why keep ruining things for yourself? Now he's going to think that you are cheap.'
His lips tugged up a little, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes, but his burning gaze didn't leave me for a second.
"I thought you were afraid of me. Seems like I got the wrong idea," he drawled.
