CHAPTER TWO
Winter’s POV
As we step into Damon’s apartment, he kisses me deeply and passionately, his mouth covering
mine and his tongue slipping between my lips. I respond eagerly, my fingers tangling in his hair
as I savor the taste of him for the first time.
The tension that built up during the short drive here has reached a point where words are
unnecessary. The kiss feels otherworldly—his taste, his scent, the warmth of his skin against
mine—it’s almost surreal.
I can’t recall how or when his shirt came off, but I’m eager for his pants to come off as well. As
my hands move toward his fly, he pulls back, breathing heavily, his skin glistening with sweat.
“I... I want to go all the way,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, sending waves of need
through me that obliterate any remaining rational thoughts.
“Yes,” I whisper. “That’s what I want too.”
In no time, his pants are discarded, and I free his erection from his briefs. I’m thrilled by how
quickly things are progressing—it heightens my breathlessness and excitement.
“Oh. Wow,” I gasp at his size. We pause briefly to catch our breaths, but I’m impatient, so I push
him onto the bed. With one-night stands, especially this one, there’s no room for hesitation.
The hot, wet tip of his erection teases me as I position myself over him.
“Do you... there’s a condom in the top drawer,” he says.
While I reach for it, his mouth finds my breast, causing me to moan in surprise. I take my time
opening the package as he sucks on my nipple, running his tongue over it and gently pulling it
between his teeth.
When my body starts to ache with need, I return to him and roll the condom onto his erection.
He shifts our positions, takes his place on top of me, and enters me slowly and reverently, my
breath catching as he reaches the deepest point.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes.” I close my eyes, smiling at the perfect fit.
“Can I keep going?”
My eyes snap open. “There’s more?”
His shy smile makes my heart race. “Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, I wrap my legs around him
and press my lips together.
A few seconds later, I give him a nod, signaling him to continue.
He moves in deeper, taking his time to let me adjust to his size.
“It feels like the first time,” I whisper, gasping at how he fills me.
“It is.” As he is fully inside me, he closes his eyes and groans.
“It fucking is the first time.”
~
Damon’s POV
I gaze down at the stunning woman beneath me, her skin flushed and glistening. I can feel her
body tightening around me.
“Damn,” I groan as I move slowly inside her. Leaving the bar with her made me feel incredibly
lucky, but now, fully inside her, hearing her moans and feeling her shiver beneath me, I feel like
the luckiest man alive. I want this moment to last forever, so I pull out and replace myself with
my tongue, savoring the experience as long as I can.
“Oh god,” she moans, arching her hips upward.
My tongue explores between her legs, parting her folds, teasing her clit, and soon my fingers
join in.
“I want you inside me, Damon,” she pleads. “Please.”
“I want you to come on my face before you come on my cock, sweetheart. I don’t know when I’ll
get this chance again,” I respond as I slide two fingers into her.
Her legs start to tremble, her moans growing higher in pitch as her fingers grip my hair.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cries out as her body quakes in orgasm. I continue to pleasure her
until her spasms subside. When I look up, I lick my lips and smile.
“You taste nearly as good as you look,” I say. She takes my hand and guides my fingers to her
mouth, where she sucks them clean, savoring the taste of herself. “That’s incredibly sexy,
Winter.”
“Can I come on your cock now?”
“You can come wherever you want, sweetheart,” I grunt as I thrust into her, feeling myself
nearing the edge.
The next morning, I expect to wake up and realize it was all a dream, but Winter’s soft skin
pressed against me and her vanilla-strawberry scent are unmistakable.
It hits me immediately—I can’t see Winter again. Pursuing her would completely derail my focus.
“Already regretting last night?” she asks.
I turn to Winter, who is only now opening her eyes.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask.
“Long enough to feel you trace my face and plot your escape,” she replies.
I chuckle as her hand circles my chest.
“This is my place, remember? Escaping isn’t really an option.”
Winter smiles and sits up, pulling on the black shirt I wore last night.
“I meant what I said—no strings attached. I’m not looking for anything serious.”
“Worried about me wanting more?” I ask.
“Because I am,” she says, tucking her legs under her. We face each other, and she continues,
“Last night, I thought meeting someone like you was terrible timing. This morning, I wanted to
sneak out, which is what I always do.”
“But you stayed.”
“I did.”
I study Winter, unsure if meeting her is a blessing or a curse. The connection we share feels
unique, and I doubt I’ll ever feel this way again.
“I wish we’d met under different circumstances,” I admit. With her, honesty comes effortlessly.
She takes my hand, tracing the callouses from recent training.
“What’s your biggest fear?” she asks.
“That I won’t be able to forget you,” I respond immediately.
Winter laughs but shakes her head. Her hair cascades over her shoulders. I want to touch it but
instead intertwine our fingers, feeling a shiver run up my spine.
“Think it over and answer again,” she says.
After a moment’s reflection, I say, “I’m afraid of failing. I’ve sacrificed so much to get here, and
the thought of falling short terrifies me.”
Her eyes meet mine, and it feels like she’s peering into my very soul.
“And you?” I ask.
“Driving in the rain.”
“Driving in the rain?”
She nods.
“A cliché story—my dad died in an accident on a rainy day. I’ve never been able to drive in the
rain since.”
My heart aches. I pull her into my lap, and she wraps her arm around my neck.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
“It’s been a while. I’m okay now. What’s your dream?” she asks.
I laugh at the change of topic, my hand sliding up her waist, close to her breasts.
“Your turn first,” I say. “I’m not spilling secrets first.”
“Fine,” Winter replies. “I wanted to be an artist. My dad and I used to paint together for hours.
He never followed rules, and it showed in his art.”
“‘Wanted’?” I ask. “You don’t want to be an artist anymore?”
“That’s two questions. Answer yours first.”
My hand brushes against her nipple, causing her to catch her breath.
“My dream is pretty clear—I want to be a star NBA player. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“You’re a hard worker, Damon. I see that. I want you to succeed. I’ll be your biggest fan,” she
says. “I believe you can do it.”
Her words make my heart leap. I remember I need to let her go.
“I know our timing is off, but I don’t regret anything.”
“Neither do I,” she says, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“Maybe we’ll meet again,” I suggest.
Winter shakes her head. “As much as that sounds amazing, it scares me a bit.”
“Why?”
“Because people change. What if we meet at the right time, but we’re not the right people?”
“I can’t promise to wait or be faithful,” I say.
“I’d never ask that. It’s absurd to wait when we’ve just met, no matter how great the night was.”
It’s more than just the night, but I keep that to myself. “I promise to be faithful to whoever I’m
with and not let fame turn me into someone arrogant or unfaithful.”
“Of course, if you even remember me,” she teases.
“I’ll remember you,” I reply seriously.
“You see me. Even though we’ve just met, you understand me in a way no one else has. Your
belief in me makes me feel like I can achieve anything.”
“You can,” she says, her eyes misting. I kiss her softly, a kiss full of unspoken promises.
“I won’t forget you, Winter.”
She pulls away, her eyes clearing of sadness. She gives me a quick kiss and hops off my lap.
“You’re leaving?” I ask.
“I am,” she confirms, adjusting her dress and keeping the shirt.
“I’m keeping this.”
She gathers her hair and grabs her purse. I start to stand, but she holds up a hand.
“Don’t make this harder than it is,” she says.
Her swift movements make me want to pull her back into bed.
“Don’t watch me leave, and I won’t look back,” she says before heading out. Of course, I watch
her through the window.
As she steps into the taxi, she glances back and winks. My heart melts as I wave goodbye,
wondering if we’ll ever meet again.