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“You know, maybe I will,” he whispered, his voice throaty, almost a purr. His mouth was beside her temple, his breaths brushing her hair. He was crowding her, touching her with every part of himself except his hands.
If she were so inclined, she could lift a leg and wrap it around his thighs, tug his groin to hers and rub against him like a feline in heat. Could use his strength and his arousal to gain her own satisfaction. Because of those clingy, satiny pants, every woman in his audience knew not only that he tucked to the left but that he had a lot to offer.
She cast a quick look down and let out a low gasp. Because those pants that provided a glorious bulge when he was unaroused could barely contain the long, hard erection that stood straight up, disappearing under his red satin waistband.
She gulped. Good lord, did penises really come that big?
But before she could react other than to drop her jaw and gape, he started to talk. And Allie realized she might very well get the climax she needed just from the hot, sultry words he whispered in her ear.
Chapter 6
“YOU WANT TO be touched. Intimately. Sexually.”
As Allie’s head jerked up and her eyes widened in shock, Damon steeled himself against falling yet again into their fathomless blue depths. Her eyes lied. Allie Cavanaugh, despite her sweet face and innocent smile, was as dangerous as a piranha. She’d bitten him, hard, with her game-playing. Her showing up here tonight—despite her claims of being on a business trip—could only mean more scars for him.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t give her a little taste of her own medicine…by giving her exactly what she’d asked for.
Leaning down, he scraped his teeth along the edge of her ear, nibbling, threatening to bite. His every move was calculated to heighten the tension—the sense of danger. “You want a man’s hands on your body and his mouth devouring you. Someone so aroused he’ll shake as he removes your clothes, piece by piece.” He didn’t say the words so much as growl them.
“Damon….”
He crowded closer, crushing his body against hers. Demanding her silence and her acquiescence. “You want someone who will be sweet and tender at first,” he said, trying to focus on the point of this—a bit of payback—and not on the way her softly whispered words had been pinging around in his brain for the past two weeks. It was easy to throw them back at her because he hadn’t forgotten a single one. “But who will eventually lose control and go wild with his intense need to have you.”
She was hauling in deep, choppy breaths now, her pupils blown, her lips wet and parted. Her full breasts pressed into his chest, her erect nipples stabbing at him, telling him he was getting to her. “You want him to touch you, taste you. Experience you absolutely everywhere.”
“Oh, God.” Sagging slightly, her legs growing weak, she braced her hands on the stage behind her.
He dropped his beside hers, boxing her in. “You want someone out of control in his hunger for you, with no games, no agendas.” His own heart beating faster, Damon strove to regain his anger, which was oozing away, sucked out of him by her closeness. Unable to manage it, he wondered if he’d already lost this battle of wills when his tone segued from angry to seductive. “You need a strong man taking you on a steamy night when your hot bodies are cooled only by a gentle breeze.”
Her eyelids fluttered, and she whimpered.
“Admit it. It’s what you want.”
“Yes.” She whimpered helplessly. “It is.”
Pulsing desire now surged through his body, in his blood, settling in his groin. He ground his rock-hard erection against her until she began to pant. Then she arched against him, taking the heat, rising on tiptoe to fit him more intimately between her soft thighs, beautifully bared by the short, filmy skirt she wore.
Through their clothes—his pants, her barely-there panties—he felt her warmth and nearly lost his mind with the need to plunge into it. He reached for her waist, lifting her until she wrapped her legs completely around him. She jerked and gasped in pleasure as she rode his hard cock toward her own release.
She was magnificent, wanton. Her hair fell from its clips to hang around her face as she twisted and writhed. Damon watched for a moment, getting off on seeing her get off, but he couldn’t take it for long. Damned if he’d remain an observer.
Lowering her to sit on the edge of the stage, he twined his hands in her hair and tugged her mouth to his for a deep, ravenous kiss. She opened to him immediately, kissing him back with frantic thrusts of her warm tongue. Her cries of delight burst against his lips as she rocked up, tugging him down to lie on top of her. He memorized the taste of her, explored her mouth and gave himself at least a full minute to savor the feel of her body beneath his and her legs wrapped around him.
Ending the kiss, he moved his mouth to her jaw, tasting the softness of her skin, licking a path to her vulnerable throat. Her breaths growing shallow and a flush rising through her body, Allie signaled her approaching climax. Damon knew he could make her come by going down a little further, to her breast. Or going down all the way. And he almost did it.
Sanity, however, said he couldn’t. They were under a spotlight on a stage. From right outside came the laughter of fair-goers catching one last ride for the night. Anyone could walk in on them. Anyone could already have been watching them.
He slid off her, dropping to the dirt floor at the base of the stage. She followed, shimmying close, her legs still parted in a blunt, unmistakable invitation. He couldn’t accept it, even though his mouth immediately went wet and hungry at the sight of her dusky curls hidden behind her silky white panties.
Not happening. Even if they weren’t risking exposure, he knew better than to proceed. Whether Allie had come here to finish what she’d started two weeks ago or not, he didn’t know that he wanted to travel that road with her again. To get involved with a woman who’d played games with him, led him on, stood him up, then possibly stalked him from another state.
A voice deep inside told him she wasn’t that person, that there was a reason, an explanation for her hot-and-cold behavior and her multiple disappearing acts. But he wasn’t sure he could trust his instincts about anything anymore.
“Enough,” he murmured. Dropping his hands to her soft thighs, he forced himself to push them closed. What he really wanted to do was drop to his knees and put his mouth against her core. To suck, bite, eat her until she was screaming and then sink into all that sweet wetness that had dampened his pants and filled the air with her musky, feminine scent.
“Damon?” Allie whispered, looking confused. Still panting, her eyes wide and her face flushed.
He shuffled back. “I gave you what you asked for.”
