Page 26 of Unsure in Love

“So, you think our little situation is perfect, huh?”

“I wouldn’t call what we have going on little, but sure. What’s the harm in having another night or two like the one we had? In a few days, you’ll go back to your corner of the country and I’ll remain in mine. No pressure. Perfect.”

I gave her a glance. Cass stared at me and I wondered what she was thinking.

“No pressure,” she whispered. I wondered if she was talking to me or herself. “I guess there’s no harm in… indulging.” Her sharp inhale was loud in the silence. “But, not tonight. I’d rather go back to my hotel.”

Stifling my disappointment, I gave her a slide glance. “Sure.”

11

CASS

I had the perfect moment and I chickened out. When Damian and I confessed our mutual like, I should have told him about the baby. But I just couldn’t get it out. All my life being honest, brutally at times, had come so easy. Not this time.

Damian and I stood in front of my hotel room caught up in another of those awkwardly silent moments.

“Uh… so…” I began but found absolutely nothing else to say. Heat infused my cheeks.

Damian’s chuckle echoed in the hallway. “We’ve really got to nix this whole awkwardness. I mean, we’ve already slept together.”

A little stunned, I gazed up at him. Then I laughed. He wasn’t wrong. Threading my fingers through my hair, I nodded. “Okay, the awkwardness is officially dead.”

“Good.” He stepped closer. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. You said we’d have a repeat of tonight. So, I’ll pick you up for dinner.” Holding out a hand, he ordered, “Your phone.”

Lips pursed and eyebrows raised, I tried hard to look annoyed but then I blew out a resigned breath. He was probably the only man who could get away with telling me what to do. Besides, I wasn’t averse to going out with him again. Fishing my phone from my pocket, I unlocked it and handed it to him.

His fingers moved over the screen then his phone rang. “There, I’ve got your number and you have mine. If you ask me, we should have done this four months ago,” he said with a teasing smirk.

Suppressing my smile, I rolled my eyes. “You can stop rubbing it in, Damian. Couldn’t you have gotten my number from your office or something? I am your client after all.”

“You’re Keneti’s client,” he corrected.

I gasped when he hooked a finger into one of my front pockets, forcing me to take a couple of steps closer until we were mere centimeters apart. He smoothly slid my phone back into my pocket. Gazing at my mouth, he hummed, “But, yes, I could have gotten your number. I’m sure that would have made me look like a stalker, though.”

“A hot stalker, at least,” I murmured, staring at his mouth.

The amusement that flickered across his face made me realize I said that out loud. Embarrassment seeped into my very soul. “I mean…” I groaned.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered that you find me hot.”

“I really didn’t mean to give your ego an unnecessary boost.”

His breath caressed my face when he laughed and even that was arousing. The man was seductive without even trying.

“Don’t worry, as long as you’re around to knock it down a notch, my ego will remain at a healthy level.”

I couldn’t help smiling, but my amusement faded as he leaned closer. Realizing his intention, my breath hitched and my heart hammered with anticipation. A pang of disappointment hit me when his lips brushed my cheek instead of my lips.

“Have a good night, Cassandra,” he said.

The way my name rolled off his tongue in that slightly accented drawl actually made my vaginal muscles clench. Christ. Before he pulled away, I turned my head and our lips touched. It was probably a bad idea, but I didn’t regret it.

The small contact made my toes curl. Damian paused and met my gaze before capturing my mouth. My heart jolted when he wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me against him. For a moment, I feared he’d feel the evidence of my slight baby bump.

That should have been enough to put a damper on my arousal, but it didn’t. The deeper he took our kiss, the hotter the fire in my core burned. I wanted him so badly that it hurt. It had to be the hormones. I’d just blame all my crappy decisions on pregnancy hormones.

Arms winding around his shoulders, I pressed myself against him. I was practically dry-humping Damian in the hallway of a hotel.