Free The Beginning of Us by Alexis Noelle

keep pushing him away, and I don’t want to anymore. I lift my mouth to his giving him a soft kiss.
    “Is that a yes?”
    I take a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions that are racing through me. “That’s an I’ll try.”
    “I’ll take what I can get.” He lowers his mouth to me, and I let myself feel him. I let his emotions invade me and crumble the walls I’ve built over the years. I feel lighter, like I can finally take a deep breath, a weight that I’ve carried for as long as I can remember is gone. I smile, realizing that I’m changing for the better, and it is all because of him.
    When Damon’s hands let me go I look into his eyes. He gives me one quick kiss, wrapping his arm around my waist, lifting me up, and moving me while he opens my door. I climb into the car smiling at him, and hoping this chemistry will always be there. Neither of us says anything on the ride to the hotel, I’m honestly scared my sarcastic bitchy mouth will ruin the mood.
    I think the fact that I am willing to censor my mouth around him says more than anything else. I think back to the time at the restaurant when Damon told me that I should respect myself more. I never care what people think of me, if someone doesn’t like the way I talk then they don’t need to be around me. With him it’s different, though, what he thinks about me is really starting to matter to me.
    I am so screwed.
     

Chapter Thirteen
    When we walk into the hotel room, the air is different. I am so nervous about what is going to happen. I know, a hooker nervous about having sex, go ahead and laugh. The thing is that tonight wasn’t just sex to me. I have finally admitted to myself that I care about him, and I have never had sex with someone and actually had it mean something.
    I walk over to the window looking out at the beach and the ocean, and trying to collect myself. Damon is everything I convinced myself that I never wanted. The only question is, am I ready for this? I know that if I give into him tonight, that there is no going back. Am I ready to give him my heart? Am I ready to make myself vulnerable to him? Am I ready to possibly get my heart broken by him?
    His hands touch my shoulders, and I jump at the contact. I feel his nose run down my neck, as he moves his hands down my arms. I relax back into him, and close my eyes as I realize that it is no longer my choice. My heart has given itself to Damon and it’s time for the rest of me to stop fighting.
    I turn around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I take a deep breath and rest my forehead against his, our noses touching, and our lips are only inches apart. “You win.” I expect him to respond, but he just stands there. Maybe I should elaborate. “I don’t want to fight it anymore. I can’t fight it anymore.”
    He grimaces almost as if he is in pain. What the hell? Before I can question him his mouth crashes against mine. I stumble back from the force and sit down on the windowsill to brace myself. Damon’s hands lace through my hair gripping it and using the leverage to tip my head back giving him access to my neck. His mouth attacks my skin worshiping every inch that he can get to.
    I moan as he hits the spot on my neck that drives me crazy. “Does this mean you’re in, too?” I say breathlessly, it’s a miracle I even made it through a whole sentence. Instead of answering me, his hands grip my shirt yanking it over my head, and then reaching around me to unclasp my bra.
    His hands caress my breasts and he teases my nipples with his fingers and his tongue. Damon pulls away from me, takes off my belt then unzips and eases my shorts off of me. The windowsill is cold, but my body is on fire under his heated gaze. His mouth finds mine again as I grip his shirt and pull it over his head. I reach down and unbutton his jeans letting them fall once I’ve loosened them.
    When I run my fingernails over his chest paying special attention to his abs, he groans. My heels rest