Page 50 of Cruel Salvation

Chapter16

The conversationwith Simon had been fruitless and frustrating, with him so deep in his head that all he could offer was yes or no answers. It was understandable but didn’t help her in the pursuit of information to stop this crazy elusive woman. For now, though, she could do little more than wait.

A buzz ran up her spine at the thought of Damon staying with her tonight. Truthfully it had been silly to keep him at arm’s length, in an effort to slow things down, but everything between them had moved at warp speed and she need to take back a little control.

She hadn’t counted on that space meaning she couldn’t sleep, because she missed his arms around her, and the fact her thoughts had too much time in the dead of night to try and sabotage her.

Stirring the small crockpot she kept in her apartment for when she did cook, which wasn’t often, she pulled in the delicious scent of the beef curry infused with thick coconut cream and aromatic spices. The first weeks of this pregnancy had been rough, emotionally and physically but now she was beginning to get a handle on both her emotions and her body, although the changes in it were still significant, not including her heaving over the toilet bowl every two minutes.

Being a mother had never been on her radar and she still wasn’t sure she’d be any good at it. Her job was her life, up until now, and a family had never really figured into any picture of her future. Perhaps because when she looked to the future, she didn’t see much of anything.

Since her first stupid, irresponsible attack on Drew Preedy, she’d been preparing to die young. It was a miracle she was alive to even be contemplating this journey, but she was, and she had to think that there was a reason this baby had come to be against the odds of her life.

A knock on her apartment door had her wiping her sweaty hands down her joggers. She glanced in the glass of the oven and groaned at the state of her. She should have made more effort, curled her hair, or put on some make-up or at least dressed in proper clothes, but it was too late now.

Swinging the door open, she felt her stomach dip and pitch with nerves and desire. Damon Cavendish was at her door, with a bag from her favourite bakery in the village and a smile that should be on billboards.

“You gonna let me in or am I sleeping on the doorstep?”

Her lips twitched and she forced a fake glare. “The doorstep if you keep up with that attitude.”

Damon stepped past her and as he did, he caught her around the waist and hauled her in for a kiss that had her going up on her toes, eager for more. She wanted to savour this moment forever, pressing her body against his and teasing his lips with her tongue until they were panting for more. His hands found their way to her hips, and he pulled her closer as they explored each other’s mouths. After a few moments, Naz broke away and stepped back, leaving them both breathless and wanting more.

“You hungry? I made beef curry.”

The dark look in his eyes told he was starving but not for food, and suddenly neither was she.

The air seemed to still around them, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to make the next move. Their eyes locked, his dark and heavy with desire as she waited, her body humming with anticipation. His lips parted, his breathing shallow as he lunged, his hands on her hips pulling her in flush against his erection. The bakery bag dropped to the floor, as their mouths fused, her arms wrapping around him, deepening the kiss. Her hands wandered down his back and squeezed his ass, pulling him closer as she moaned.

He turned them, slamming her against the wall and pinning her with his body, his hands on either side of her head. He kissed down her neck, biting and sucking along the way as he made his way to her collarbone.

“I’ve missed you, baby.”

“Mmm, I know, Damon. I’ve missed you too.”

His fingers splayed across her stomach, and she felt him tense against her before she gave in to the burning desire for him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she let her thoughts and fears run free in the back of her mind. She lived in the now, knowing better than anyone that tomorrow was never promised, only teased at.

Wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and nipping his lower lip, she felt him groan before he growled and picked her up, catching the door with his foot and closing them both inside.

In one smooth movement, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands clutching his shoulders. Prowling toward her bedroom, he tossed her on the bed, her body bouncing on the sheets as his eyes flared with desperate heat.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She had no time to respond and couldn’t if she tried, her breaths lodged in her chest with how much she craved this man’s touch on her skin.

He was on her an instant later, his hands on her joggers and pulling them down her legs. His warm mouth found her neck and she arched into him, her hands going to his hair, pulling him closer. “Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Her hands went to his shirt, and she pulled at it, desperate to get it off. “Take it off.”

Damon sat up, taking his shirt off, his chest rippling with muscles, and she couldn’t resist touching him. Her palms slid across the hot flesh, and she moaned, her head falling back as he shoved her T-shirt high. Finding her breasts bare to his eyes, he made a strangled groan before dipping his head and licking a path down between her breasts.

His hands moved to pull her top over her head, and then he was squeezing and stroking her breasts as he took one nipple in his mouth. Pinching and rolling her on his tongue, he sucked and licked, teasing and tugging at her hardened nipples until her head thrashed from side to side.

“Oh fuck, Damon.”

“Mmmm. So delicious. I could survive on nothing but your taste for the rest of my life.”