Free Shattered Hart by Ella Fox Page B

holding me open for his tongue. 
    I erupt with a scream as a Technicolor light show goes off behind my eyes.  "Damien!  Damien!"
    If I live to be a hundred, I will never forget this moment.  Only he can make me feel this way.  Out of control, but overjoyed to be that way .  I'm happy from the inside out.
    I get even happier when I realize that he isn't going to stop.  If there were an award ceremony for most talented tongue, he'd win it so many times that they 'd have to name it after him, o f that I have no doubt.
    My body reaches a fever pitch when his tongue starts sliding in and out of my sex at a furious pace while his finger rubs my clit. 
    "Baby ! Your fucking tongue!"  I shimmy and writhe, my hands fisted in his hair as I thrust against his tongue, screaming as I cum harder than I ever have. 
    Kissing his way up my body, he help s me pull my shirt off before l ying me back down on the bed so that he can suck my nipples.
    Incoherent words of passion flow between the two of us as he continues working his way up to my mouth. 
    "Fuck Brooke.  Just fuck.  You’re making me crazy.  All I can think about is you.”
    I let out a muffled cry as he captures my mouth in a kiss that leaves no doubt about how badly he wants me.  This is it.  Tonight’s the night.  He’s going to make me his, and I want it so badly that I can hardly function.
    Completely naked, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, giving myself up to him completely.  The feeling of his rigid cock through his jeans is making me wild, and rubbing up against it is only making me crazier.
    Suddenly, he’s off m e like a shot as he whispers, “Oh s hit!”
    I don’t get it.  He was right there with me!  What the hell happened?
    My answer comes in the form of a knock at the door. 
 
    Oh shit is right. 
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
    Although Brooke was a bit reserved after our conversation this morning, I’ve been surprised by how normal she’s been acting ever since.
    I know that I should be relieved, but I'm not.  I feel like it was easier for her to walk away and let this go because she doesn't have the feelings for me that I have for her.  Logically, that should ease my mind.  I'm doing all of this so that she will wind up with somebody worthy of her. 
    Illogically, my mind is far from eased. Sitting in my room before dinner, I had to reel myself back from falling in to a depressed funk, my inner voice pointing out what a pathetic fool I am over and over.  "All of that worry, and she doesn't even care for me.  Not really."
    It takes me quite a while to talk myself down from thoughts like that.  In the end I decide that s ince it's clearly easier for her to move on, I need to follow her lead. 
    Taking a deep breath and mentally girding myself for the night ahead, I leave my suite and make my way down the hall to Brooke's.
    As she opens the door, it's all I c an do not to grab her .  She's so beautiful that it hurts to look at her.  Before I can edit my reaction, I start to let out a whistle, then catch myself.
    “Alright, that was probably a little inappropriate.  But honestly, I couldn’t help it.  You look ravishing.”
    Her smile lights up her face and my heart twinges. “Aw thanks Damien.  That’s very sweet of you to say.”
    She has no idea.  There is nothing sweet about all the ways I want to take her.  My eyes never leave her as she walks across t he room to get her handbag.   Stepping into the hall, I smile at her as we start to walk to the elevator.  My heart skips a beat and I all but groan when she slides her arm through mine. She's like a generator, and I feel the shock of her touch everywhere.
    Thankfully dinner with my family is lively and allows us all to relax.   Something's hovering on the edge of my mind about my brother though, and it's driving me nuts.  I can't figure out what's up with him. 
    He's been both unbelievably happy lately and ridiculously grumpy.  Just two