Date = 1 July
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Aria
As my tongue eventually detaches from the back of my mouth, I manage to ask in an unsteady voice, “Eh … so … where’s the little angel?”
I need something to distract my focus from the manly specimen now standing next to me. Inches away. While pretending his look of intense longing directed at my mouth doesn’t affect me one bit. Bloody hell, he makes things hard.
And speaking of hard things … my eyes dart to his swollen crotch. At least he’s also feeling the heat in some way.
“Angel?” he snorts out a chuckle. “I’m not sure that word suits our little runaway. She definitely shares Lee’s DNA. For a moment, I even assumed she could very well be my twin’s offspring.”
Just the thought of Jackson reproducing pin-wheels my brain
