Page 55 of Passion’s Song

“It bothers me that you never invited me here.”

Damien ran his hands down her bare arms. “I have no excuse,” he said. “I should have done so a long time ago. I promise to give you the complete tour. Later,” he tacked on.

She turned to face him. “Honestly, I have no right to be upset. You visited my house for the first time just a few weeks ago.”

Damien leaned forward until their foreheads met. “We should both admit that we’ve sucked at this friendship thing for the past couple of years.”

April nodded. “But now we get to make up for it.”

The sexy smile that drew across his lips sent shivers down her spine. Damien reached down and gathered her into his arms, lifting her and carrying her over to the empty dining room table.

“Really?” April said when he set her on the polished wood. “The dining room table?”

“It’s a fantasy of mine,” he said. “Indulge me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Her tongue plunged inside his mouth with a vigor she’d never displayed during lovemaking in the past. Probably because she’d never wanted someone as badly as she wanted him.

April locked her hand at the back of his head and held him to her. Heat suffused her bloodstream as she fastened her mouth to his, savoring his erotic flavor.

She felt Damien’s fingers tremble as he lowered the zipper down her back. The gown fell from her bust, leaving her upper body bare, save for the sheer and lace demi-bra.

A groan tore from Damien’s throat as his hands clamped on to her breast. He cupped the mounds in each hand, tweaking her nipples through the sheer fabric. When he dipped his head and licked at the hardening buds, April let her head fall back and thrust her chest into his mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed in an awed voice.

One hand traveled down the front of her torso, inching past where the dress bunched at her waist, while his other continued its sweet torture, pinching and plucking her nipples, triggering a flood of arousal that coursed through her. His fingers found their way to the entrance of her damp core, but he didn’t enter. Instead, he cupped her and pressed with gentle but firm pressure.

April rocked against his hand, her legs widening to give him better access. She undulated with increasing speed, lifting up slightly so that the base of his hand hit her cleft.

“Oh,” she breathed deeply, tucking her chin against his neck and jerking her hips back and forth. She humped his hand at a fevered pace. The makings of an orgasm sat low in her belly, building with each second that passed.

“Come for me,” Damien said. He coated two fingers with her moisture and slipped them inside of her.

April let out a gasp. She rode his fingers hard, her hips bucking wildly. He pumped his fingers in and out like a piston, grabbed the back of her head with his other hand and crashed their mouths together. The mere taste of him set her afire. The walls of her sex contracted around his fingers as she shuddered in his arms.

April slumped forward, her body limp from the shattering orgasm.

“How about we move this to my bedroom?” Damien whispered against her temple.

“You’ll have to give my legs a moment to recover,” April said with a ragged laugh.

“Nah. That won’t be necessary.”

He scooped one arm underneath her knees and cradled her back with the other. He carried her down a wide hallway, stopping before the very last door and opening it with a gentle kick.

April took a moment to register the four-poster bed in the center of the room just before Damien turned and lowered her onto it. He leaned over her and pressed a kiss between her breasts.

“I love this gown you’re wearing, but it has to go.”

He hooked his thumbs in the fabric that had bunched around her hips and pulled the gown down her legs, leaving her in her demi-bra, matching panties, garters and stockings.

Damien stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her, his mouth agape.

“What’s wrong?” April asked.

“Not a damn thing.” He shook his head. He pointed to a seating area just to the right of the bureau. “Part of me wants to sit over there and just stare at you while I jerk off, but another part of me really wants to come inside of you.”

April’s sex clenched.