Page 27 of Unsure in Love
“Door,” he murmured against my mouth.
At least one of us was thinking somewhat clearly. “Inside. Right,” I breathed.
Breaking contact with him, I fished around my purse for my key card. My hand was too shaky to get it into the lock. Damian took the card and opened the door. He didn’t miss a beat. He got us inside and locked the door while initiating another bone-melting kiss. The man was so damn smooth, it was ridiculous.
“Cass, you’re the bane of my control,” he murmured against my lips.
“Uh-huh,” was all my brain could process to get past my lips. I felt around for the light switch and flipped it on. My control vanished when I was near him too. I pressed my lips to his and drank him in. Kissing Damian was something spectacular. I couldn’t get enough of it.
I was so wrapped up in him that I hadn’t realized we were moving toward the bed. The back of my knees hitting the mattress pulled me from the sexual frenzy I was caught up in. For a moment, I could think about something other than Damian and me naked and tangled on the bed.
Getting naked with him was definitely a risk. My baby bump was small but noticeable without my roomy T-shirt. I should have left the light off but maybe Damian was one of those guys who’d see my protruding stomach and assume I packed on a few pounds.
God, no. He was way more observant than that. Smarter too.
His passionate kiss ceased, and he pulled away to peer down at me.
“What?” I asked.
“I just felt your entire mood change. Do you not want to do this?”
See? Too smart and too damn observant. “I… want to do this.”
He blew out a breath. “That’s a relief,” he said, glancing down. I followed his gaze to the tent at his crotch.
Stepping closer, he grasped the bottom of my T-shirt to pull it up. As if doused with a bucket of cold water, I gasped and yanked it back down.
Damian paused, then tried again. This time, he reached for the zipper of my pants. I stepped away and adjusted my clothes, ensuring my midsection was fully covered. There was nothing like remembering that I carried his secret baby to put a damper on the mood.
“I’m sorry…” His eyebrows scrunched together as he took a step back. “I figured this would work better with you naked.” Humor laced his words, but confusion clouded his face.
Stepping away from the bed, and from under his stare, I felt like a complete fool. Damian watched me carefully. He must have thought I was crazy or a cock tease.
“I’m sorry,” I began, not sure what else I could say. “I just…”
Raking his fingers through his hair, he blew out a long breath. “Hey, no need to apologize. You’re allowed to change your mind. I’m just not sure what happened.” His eyes moved over my face. “Are you alright?”
Of course, he’d be so cool about the whole thing. Interacting with Damian up to this point, I’d learned that he was a stand-up guy. I had to tell him about the product of our night together.
“Uh… well…” Lips pursed and stewing in guilt and apprehension, I wondered how to even start. Was this really the appropriate time though? Right after a moment of passion? After we almost tore each other’s clothes off? The conversation would be doubly awkward.
“I can leave,” he announced, probably sensing my struggle. “Remember, no pressure.”
God dammit! He was the perfect gentleman and that made me feel awful for lying to him.
“No, stay. I mean, until I…” I blew out a breath, utterly terrified.
He was probably going to run out of this hotel room after I broke the news. Usually, I’d turn on my flippant switch to hide my fear. Maybe get rid of him, so he had no chance to hurt my feelings…
Damian sighed. “You’ve been doing that a lot.”
My eyes jumped to him. “What?”
“Disappearing inside your head.”
I stared at him blankly.
“And you’ve been jumpy too,” he added.