Shattered Hart by Ella Fox Page B

beautiful."
    I can smell how turned on she is, how wet she is.  My eyes gobble up the sight of her drenched sex as well as the clearly visible cream that has leaked out on to her thighs.  Hovering over her, I breathe in as I continue to stare.  My heart swells in my chest as I realize that all of my dreams are about to come true. 
    Before I go down the rest of the way, I look up at her again .  "Oh Brooke…you're so perfect that it makes me ache."
    "Oh god Damien, I'm going to cum again!"
    "Yes, yes you are."
    I spread her lips with my thumbs, holding her open for my tongue as I finally get to taste her.  As expected, the taste of her is addictive.  I’ve never been with anyone who turns me on as much as she does, not even close.
    "Damien!  Damien!"
    Literally hundreds of women have cum under my tongue over the years.  Not one of them ever meant anything to me.  I don’t think I could even pull one of their names out of my head.  For me, there is only Brooke. 
    My heart hammers out her name with each beat as I lap up her cream, sliding my tongue in to her soaked crevice as I mimic what I want to do to her with my dick.
    "Baby!   Your fucking tongue!" 
    I’d have thought it would be impossible to want her more, but the sound of her calling me baby has me damn near insane with lust.   Never before has an endearment meant so much to me. 
    Kissing my way from her thighs on up, I help her pull her shirt off and then latch onto one of her nipples.  She’s so beautiful, so naked… and she’s all mine.
    I lick and nip and suck at her breasts, running my tongue over each nipple again and again before I head back up to her mouth.  Holding her head between my hands, I lick her bottom lip.
    "Fuck Brooke.  Just fuck.  You’re making me crazy.  All I can think about is you.”
    I hold nothing back, kissing her in a way that leaves no doubt that I’m about to take her.  I groan low in my throat as she wraps her legs around me.  It’s finally happening! My girl is beautifully naked, amazingly responsive and I’m not turning back.  From this moment on, she’s mine.
    When I hear the knock at the door, I ignore it at first.  The second time I hear it, I realize what the sound is, and what it means.  S omeone from one of our families has to be on the other side.
    Jumping off of her I whisper, “Oh s hit!”
    Brooke and I stare at each other like two deer caught in the headlights as there is another knock at the door.
    “Brooke?  Are you in there?”
    There is no mistaking the sound of Sabrina’s voice.  A moment later, Brooke’s cell phone rings.  She stares at it until it rings for the third time before answering.  I get right away what her plan is when she makes her voice sound like she’s just woken up.  “Lo?”
    I can only hear the one side, but it’s clear that Sabrina was just checking in on her sister.  Sabrina asks Brooke where I am, and Brooke responds that she’d told me she was tired and that I left to go out.  The conversation ends soon after that.
    Talk about being saved by the bell.  Once again, my dick is writing checks that it shouldn’t be.
    Leaning in to kiss her lips, I gently run my hand down Brooke’s face.  “Your sister just saved us from making a huge mistake.  I know you’re going to be mad now, but someday you will thank me for walking away.  You deserve so much better.”
    Stepping back, I take in her look of frustration.  It will serve me right if she hates me and never speaks to me again.
    “Just friends. That’s all we can ever be.”
    The look she gives me is equal parts sadness, anger and bitterness, and my stomach churns just from the look.  Turning on my heel, I all but run from the suite. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    I think that I got through these last few week s just being ‘friends ’ with Damien by sheer force of will alone.  There have been many times that I’ve silently applauded myself for how well I believe I’ve managed to pull this