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Nikki sucked in a sliver of air.
Damen said, “I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you…as much as I want you. From the very beginning, Nikki.”
His arm slipped around her waist. He tugged her closer to him, so that she had to shift her hand, slide it around to his back. His heavily muscled back.
“I’m not going to tell you twice—” he started.
“I heard you loud and clear the first time,” she said. “But you can’t expect me to make a decision right this very second. I don’t know if I can make a decision during all of this…insanity we’ve just experienced—are still experiencing. Please understand that. And don’t put that expectation, that ultimatum on me. Not yet.” She pressed her lips to his, briefly. Then murmured, “Make another compromise, Damen. For me. Make love to me…but don’t ask for an answer immediately following.”
His teeth ground for several suspended seconds. Nikki had no idea whether he’d yield this time.
But then his mouth crashed over hers in a hungry, demanding kiss…and Nikki forgot all about expectations and ultimatums.
She caved to the thrill of being in his strong arms, of losing herself in his deep, hot, searing kiss.
His tongue delved deep, twisting and tangling with hers.
His hand at her waist gave a quick, forceful yank at the sash there and her robe fell open. He dragged the material away.
Not breaking the kiss, he hauled her body up against his and it was hotter than hell—his skin, his muscles, his aggressive move. All of it lit her up.
He lifted her slightly off her feet and walked them toward the sofa, maneuvering them carefully. He sank onto the cushion and ripped the towel from his hips as she straddled his lap. Her slick folds glided along his hard shaft as she rocked against him.
Damen groaned into her mouth and it excited her even more.
His hands skated up to her breasts and he palmed them, massaging with an insistent pressure that was so damn titillating, it was a wonder she didn’t come immediately. Everything he was doing to her was enough to send her straight to the precipice. Especially after existing years without this sort of physical contact.
But she held on. To her orgasm and to him. Her hands clutched his bulging biceps as his thumbs whisked over her nipples, pebbling them tight, making them tingle.
When she finally broke the kiss to suck in a gulp of air, she was on fire.
“Jesus,” she said on a sharp whimper. “You go straight for the gold medal, don’t you?”
His grin was a sexy, though notably strained, one. “This is what you do to me.”
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“By all means,” she told him, her voice low and raspy, “have at it.”
“Nikki…”
Her gaze locked with his. “Fuck me, Damen. I haven’t been with a man since Conner. I haven’t felt this rush of heat, this flood of desire, this…intense need. Do something about it. Please,” she pleaded.
His hands returned to her hips. He raised her off his lap just enough for him to better position himself…then lowered her slowly down onto him. Inch by thick, glorious inch.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed. “Oh…”
He filled her, stretched her, sent shockwaves through her.
“Fuck, Nikki,” he all-but growled. “You feel…” He pulled in a harsh breath. “So damn good.”
Her arms circled his neck just as he claimed her mouth again in another scorching kiss. He guided her hips into a slow, sensuous rhythm as he thrust up into her. She was wet and desperately wanting him. Needing him…
When he eventually dragged his mouth from hers, his lips trailed down her neck to her collarbone. Then lower still, to her breasts. His tongue flitted against a taut peak and she gasped. Then he drew the tight bead into his mouth and sucked…deep.
“Oh, God!” She felt the sensations blossom within her, but fought the imminent climax, clung to how amazing it was to have this man stroking just the right spot, with the precise tempo and pressure. She wasn’t ready to give into it just yet.
He was assertive and masterful.
