I force myself to push against his chest, even though it won’t do any good. He’s too close and I know this is it for me.

But oddly, he lets me move him back.

His fingers linger a second longer before he finally steps back, but only enough for me to catch my breath. My body is still on fire from his touch and part of me wants to finish what we started.

Instead, I pull my hands back and cross them over my chest. “So, you’re not going to mark me?”

Damian’s gaze flicks to mine, once ...