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“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Because you have an extremely delectable ass and I want to do much more than just pat it, but I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

“Yes, I am,” she said eagerly.

He groaned, laughed, and brushed a quick kiss across her lips, stepping away before she could reach for him again.

“Tomorrow, kitten. Good night.”

Remembering that moment now sent the butterflies swirling again, but she was smiling when she opened the door and found him waiting.

“You’re early. Checkout time isn’t until noon.” It was only just past nine.

“I didn’t want to wait. And you’re already packed.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to wait either.”

He took a half-step towards her, then sighed.

“If I kiss you now, we’ll still be in here at noon.”

Her eyes widened, remembering Flora’s comment about stamina.

“Really?”

“You don’t know how much I’d like to prove that to you, kitten, but first, home.”

He picked up her bags with effortless ease and she meekly followed him down the stairs. Alison and Will were waiting for them at the bottom.

“Would you like to stay for breakfast?”

“No. Thank you,” he added, muttering something under his breath when Will laughed. “Come along, kitten.”

“I’ll call you,” she told Alison as she followed him.

He walked so quickly that she was out of breath before they made it halfway down the driveway.

“Slow down,” she gasped, and he immediately stopped and gave her an apologetic look.

“Sorry. I’m just eager to have you under my roof.”

“In your second bedroom?”

The red flames sparked in his eyes.

“Is that where you want to be?”

Her mouth went dry but she shook her head. He looked at her, looked down at the bags he was carrying, then somehow managed to scoop her up into his arms without losing the bags. As soon as she was nestled against his chest, he set off, walking even faster than before. The world seemed to blur around her until he was setting her gently on her feet. In his bedroom.

The room was as dark and ornate as the living room, and she cast a nervous glance at the huge canopy bed before looking back to find his eyes fixed on her, almost completely red.

“And now, kitten, you’re mine.”

CHAPTER 16

Wendy stared up at Damian, her expression an intoxicating mix of desire and trust with just a tinge of apprehension. Perfect.

“If you want to preserve that very pretty dress, I suggest you remove it.”