“You haven’t…” He lowers his head and I hold my breath. I lift myself to my knees and one of his hands moves from my waist to my hip. His fingers curl over squeezing into my butt. One more inch and our lips will touch. I need our lips to touch. There’s a burning want in me for our lips to touch.
“You have a problem,” he whispers. His voice is real low and it sends shivers over every inch of my body, “that you want me to solve.” The words are hot against my lips.
I moan because I can’t express what I want in words. He takes a breath as if he’s breathing the moan in. His other hand moves to the hem of my shirt and he pulls it over my head. My heart races up along with the material that passes between us and it rushes to meet his mouth as he leans in, brushing his lips over my pulse.
“Remember I told you to be careful what you ask of me,” he says and his breath fans over my neck. I drop my head back and close my eyes when he presses his chest against mine, pushing me back slowly.
I feel the shirt’s cold buttons on my stomach. I slowly move back, and when he follows my heart soars. He covers my body with his and I feel his hard-on press against me as he rocks his hips forward once. His hands grab my thighs and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around him and he moves forward, fast, and then his body crushes mine into the mattress as he settles us in the middle of the bed.
My senses crackle around me and I feel only Damian. I hear only him. He bites at my neck, nipping it just. I don’t expect soft and sweet. Damian has never been soft and sweet.
I gasp when his fingers tighten around my thighs, bunching some of the material together. He yanks at my slacks, ripping them off faster than I can normally get them on. I drop back when both his hands settle low on my abdomen, right over my panties.
My heartbeat changes. It goes from fast to erratic. He’s really going to solve this problem. He doesn’t remove my panties but instead crawls over me. His eyes are black and I let myself reach up. I feel the muscle jumping under my fingers and every movement tells me he’s serious.
“We need to clear one thing,” he says and I take a breath. “We don’t do I love you’s and shit like that. The day that starts, things just go bad. We trust each other,” he says, and I can hear the hunger in his voice that reflects on his face.
I nod. He’s right.
I take a shallow breath.
He lowers his head and kisses me right above my right breast. “We respect each other.” His voice is much softer when he kisses me right above my left breast. “We’ll have sex.” I flush but I keep my eyes on him as he moves to press his lips to right between my breasts. “And we will always…” He takes hold of my panties and my heart explodes through my chest. As he begins to slide the material down my legs, he finishes, “always have each other’s back.”
His mouth burns a hot trail over my stomach and down my abdomen. Goosebumps spread over my skin and when he comes up to cover my body with his, I realize he’s still fully dressed.
Damn, he’s good.
I’m really starting to think he can read my mind because a smile spreads across his face as I lay naked in front of him and he towers fully clothed over me.
“Now that I have you where I want you,” he says. The look on his face turns fully predatory and it makes me want to squirm – with pleasure. “What will I do with you?”
He wets his lips and my eyes follow every inch of his tongue. I suck in a breath and his eyes drop to my mouth and then lower to my chest. I’m going to go up in flames just from him looking at me. He’s seen me naked before but never with those eyes … that look.
Finally, he lifts his hand and starts by my lips. He presses his finger against my lips and I open my mouth, taking a taste of his skin. That one finger slips down the dip of my chin, down my neck and into the valley between my breasts. My body starts to quiver with want and there’s no fear in sight.
He continues dragging his finger down to my stomach and he goes even slower once he reaches my abdomen where the bullet wound is. His caress is extra gentle over the raised skin, and then he moves down south and I close my eyes.
Did I mention he’s good? I did? Well, he’s good!
All of a sudden he takes hold of my thighs, opening my legs. I’m totally open to him as he hovers over me. He leans into me and his breath rushes over my ear as he nips at my earlobe.
His finger slips into me and I can’t stop the gasp that bursts over my lips. My blood rushes through my body, making heat pool between my legs. A soft moan drifts over my lips.
This is good. This I can do. I love this.
“I want to hear more of those,” he growls in my ear, and my body shudders against him.
He continues to thrust his finger into me, making my hips jerk for more of him. Just as I want to dig my nails into him, he moves, leaving me a quivering mess at the loss of his touch.