~~Claire~~
When someone asks if you trust them while looking at you the way Damon is now, the smartest thing to do is run.
But I don’t.
I should.
Nothing good ever follows a question like that. Especially when it’s coming from Damon Penrose, whose eyes are gleaming with something dark, something reckless. Something that threatens to destroy me.
My heart is hammering so loud I’m sure he can hear it. His fingers tease over my nïpple, the slightest pressure sending jolts of heat through my entire body.
“Do you trust me, Claire?” he asks again, this time in a deeper voice.
“Do you trust you?”
He smiles, a wolfish grin. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“It’s a no.”
“Good.”
His fingers release my nïpples, and then he begins shedding his clothes.
His unbuttoned shirt is the first to go, slip
