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Then he moved lower, kissing his way down her throat, to its hollow, where he stopped to take a deep breath, as if inhaling her very essence. Allie arched back, offering herself to him. When he lowered his mouth to the curves of her breasts, only half-covered by a sexy, lacy bra, she felt her legs go weak.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tilted her back, kissing, tasting his way across both breasts. When he covered one taut nipple with his mouth and sucked it through the fabric, she groaned. “Please, Damon, I need more.”
He didn’t pull away, merely reached up and unclasped her bra with one hand, then tugged it down. “Beautiful,” he mumbled as he pulled away to look at her breasts in the moonlight. Then he filled his hands with them, plumped one toward his mouth and covered her nipple again. Licking, sucking, nibbling a little until Allie was almost crying at how good it felt.
As if knowing she couldn’t take much more, he dropped to his knees, tasting his way down her stomach, not caring about the tiny bulge she’d never been able to get rid of after her pregnancy.
Without even pausing, he pulled her filmy, elastic-waist skirt down, letting it pool at her feet, and kept right on tasting. He tugged at the hem of her tiny panties with his teeth. As he had with the bra, he tormented her, licking her through the fabric. But he couldn’t manage it for long. She felt the tension in his shoulders and knew he needed more. Now.
So did she. Pushing the panties down, she thrust away her lingering embarrassment. She hadn’t experienced anything this intimate before. But she wanted it. Badly.
Damon took hold of her bare hips, squeezing her butt, then tilting her closer to his waiting mouth. She tensed the tiniest bit, then all tension slid away, and she became a boneless heap of sensation as he licked clit. “Oh, my,” she whispered, overwhelmed by the pleasure of it. “I never imagined…never knew…”
He paused only long enough to murmur, “Then your other lovers were imbeciles.”
Ha. If only he knew that there’d been only one. And he’d been worse than an imbecile; he’d been a rotten bastard.
But Damon’s incredible mouth drove those thoughts away along with any others. He toyed with her until she trembled, then licked lower, tasting the wet folds of her sex. Dipping in, teasing her, driving her wild.
She gasped. “I can’t…”
“Yeah. You can.”
Sliding a hand around between her thighs, he reached up, readying her with the tips of his fingers, then plunging one into her. Her legs did give out then. Damon caught her as she came down, immediately pushing her onto her back on the ground. As if he couldn’t stand the brief interruption, he immediately returned to what he’d been doing, free now to use both hands—and his mouth—to pleasure her fully.
Allie hardly felt the rough sand on her back, didn’t process the sound of the waves crashing near their feet, barely saw the stars shining brilliantly above her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but lie there as he devoured her like a starving man at a banquet. Until finally all the sensations came together, and her senses took in every bit of it—the stars, the sand, the lapping waves, the unbelievable ecstasy of his mouth—and she shook into a shattering climax.
“Oh, my God.”
She hadn’t even finished her high-pitched moan before he was there, catching it in his mouth. It was strange—tasting herself on his lips—but still so incredibly erotic, she grabbed his hair and held him so she could thrust her tongue against his.
Reaching down, she unfastened his pants, pushing them over his lean hips. She stroked his taut butt, arching up in delight at the feel of his warm skin between her thighs.
He kicked out of the rest of his clothes, and when he moved over her again, she could feel his erection—hot, huge—pressed against her belly. She started shaking again. In pure, unadulterated want.
“Tell me you’re on the pill,” he muttered, his body tensing.
She shook her head, watching his eyes close and his jaw clench in frustration. “But I came prepared, anyway,” she said with an impish laugh. She reached for her small purse, which lay near her clothes and sandals, and grabbed a condom from it.
Damon muttered something that sounded like a grateful prayer, then took it from her hands and tore it open, his hunger and need rolling off him in almost tangible waves.
Allie wanted to touch him, wanted to feel that throbbing heat, so she said, “Let me help you.”
He looked into her eyes and must have seen the appreciation and curiosity there. Rolling onto his side, he guided her hand until they were both touching the tip of his erection. Though shaking, Allie was able to roll the rubber down, her fingers lingering, her touch obviously driving him wild.
“Allie,” he warned when she slid her hand lower, to the base of his shaft…and beyond. When she cupped his balls, toying with him in his most vulnerable spot, he let out a guttural groan. “If you don’t want me coming right in your hand, you’d better let me set the pace,” he said. He immediately pushed her onto her back, settling again between her thighs.
“Set the pace, take control, do whatever you want,” she said, now nearly desperate to feel all that rock-hard flesh buried inside her. “Just do it now, Damon, please.”
He didn’t hesitate, driving in, driving hard, driving deep. He stretched her, filled her completely. And it was such a relief, after so much waiting, she wanted to shout out loud. So she did. She shouted, she groaned, and when he began thrusting, short and quick, then long and so deep she thought she’d split in half, she actually screamed.
“You’re gonna have the troupe down here again,” he said between choppy breaths. Then he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply to shut her up, which made her laugh against his lips. Twining her arms around his shoulders, she arched up to meet every slow, deliberate thrust, taking all he could give her and demanding more.
Damon tried to keep it that slow, and at first, she let him, loving the lethargy and the sweetness of it. But soon her body caught the pounding rhythm of the waves. The tide was coming in, and suddenly the water lapped over their feet. Warm, silky…splashing a little bit higher with each subsequent wave. It soothed their hot skin, as did the ocean breeze. The caress of the water and the stroke of the wind enhanced the pleasure.
“Allie?” Damon finally said, his voice throaty and strained.
“Yes?”
