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Her sex gripped painfully, a piercing lance of arousal rushing through her unexpectedly. His tongue twirled around the fork to lick it clean, and her own tongue began to throb. She tore her gaze away from his mouth and dropped it, but the workings of his thick, tanned throat also made her head spin.
He forked up a piece for her and brought it to her mouth, telling her roughly, “eat it.” The words caused a shiver to race along her spine.
She rolled her eyes heavenward like she didn’t appreciate him force-feeding her, but her belly whirled with some strange excitement as she bit down.
He watched intently as the chocolate melted in her mouth, and his obsidian gaze made her thighs melt, too. Suddenly her nipples ached, her tummy, her…sex.
“You like it?”
His voice came directly from a bedroom. “Y-yes.”
She felt a crumb stick to her coral lip-gloss and she picked it off with the tip of her tongue, watching Damien once more cut off a piece for himself.
He rammed it into his mouth, chomping down again, once again saying that damned mmmm that made her stifle a shiver, then when he pulled out the fork and saw all the chocolate frosting still clinging to the fork, he stuck the fork back in his mouth and licked it clean.
Sydney watched, mesmerized, as his tongue flattened down the length of the fork and he dragged it slowly out. Not even looking at her—concentrated solely on the chocolate—he turned the silver utensil and did the same on the other side, the motion infusing every particle of her being with heat and longing.
She imagined him so focused on licking a woman and…oh, my.
When he brought another serving to her, using the same fork he’d just thoroughly licked, she didn’t remember ever trembling so hard on the inside.
She closed her eyes and tightly wrapped her lips around the fork, pulling every last crumb of chocolate into her mouth. She hummed softly as the chocolate melted, giving one last lick around the fork as he pulled it out. When her eyes opened, his gaze had changed. It simmered.
His breathing had become deeper, a little more rapid. The next time he fed her, he ran his tongue over his teeth, as though telling her to lick up a leftover crumb, and when she did, something thrilled inside her veins at the smile he gave her.
“See?” he murmured. “That wasn’t too hard, was it, Sydney?”
Before she could answer, he grabbed the last piece of cake with his fingers and lifted it to her mouth, his smile gone from his face, his husky voice, “now finish it,” causing her to draw the chocolate along with the tips of his fingers into her mouth. An unexpected whimper she didn’t understand escaped her throat.
His eyes shot up to hers. And they burned. Hungry as she’d never been in her life, she licked the crumbs off his fingers, and he pushed them deeper into her mouth, stroking her tongue with his fingertips.
A sound escaped her as she leaned forward, sucking his fingers and wanting to protest as they withdrew. His gaze had never looked so black, the pupils dilated as he dropped his hand to his lap, then slowly shifted it to her knee.
They were both breathing too fast. Staring at each other too long.
Her heart pounded with the certainty he was going to kiss her.
He bent his head until his forehead rested heavily on hers. He dragged in a long, audible breath, then he glided his nose down her cheek. She dissolved with a strange, inexplicable want, her fingers curling into a fist on her lap as she struggled not to touch him, not to bring his face in.
He was the expert, and she didn’t want to presume he even wanted anything from her. She’d bought a date with him, and that was why he was here.
But his virile presence magnetized her. Electrified her.
He was the embodiment of sex and she was the epitome of sex-starved.
And suddenly he had become the center of her universe again.
Suddenly she was fifteen, and she thought of him, ached for him, longed for him with every cell of her being.
His scent was on her nostrils, her body aware of only his hand, resting on her knee, her tongue tasting of the chocolate he’d fed her, the taste of his skin, his fingers…
She breathed desperately fast through her parted lips, a noise of need escaping her as he dragged his nose to her ear, the textured sound of his voice exciting the hairs on her arms. “Come. We don’t have all night.”
four
Damien restlessly circled around Sydney’s bedroom as she stripped again, feeling a little too hot, a little too aroused. His body still vibrated from the feel of her tongue swiping across his blunt thick fingertips. She’d wanted to be kissed. She had been ready for it. Trembling for it. Her breasts heaving under that T-shirt. Her eyes wide and glazed with desire.
Shit.
