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“With?”
“Cookies.”
I laughed. The bastard had a major sweet tooth, and his wife only allowed him a treat on occasion. Of course he couldn’t resist the lure of cookies.
“I found it hard to believe,” Raven mused. “The man who chases after bad guys, makes me feel safer than I ever have, and seems larger-than-life, is frightened by mice?”
“I’m not frightened. I just dislike them.”
“You looked as if you were going to pass out when you saw them.”
I slid my hands down her arms, tossing the mouse in her hand over my shoulder. I entwined our fingers, lifting her arms over her head and lightly holding them in place.
“I was startled.”
“You were adorable.”
I shook my head, lowering my face to her neck, kissing the soft skin. “You’re the adorable one.”
She shivered, and I grinned against her throat.
“Scared now, my Ravenna Jade?”
“Yes.”
“Of what I’m going to do to you, my beautiful girl?” I asked, tracing my lips over her ear, capturing the lobe and tugging on it with my teeth.
“Of how you make me feel.”
I pulled back, meeting her wide-eyed gaze.
“How am I making you feel?” I asked in a low voice.
“Needy,” she breathed. “Achy with want.”
Her words hung in the air between us. The playfulness evaporated, desire building around us.
“I can ease that ache,” I murmured. “Iwantto ease that ache.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Damien, please—”
I cut off whatever she was about to say. Our mouths melded together seamlessly, moving and caressing. I slid my tongue inside her mouth, meeting hers, twining and tasting. I swallowed her breath, filling my lungs with her essence. She pulled on her hands, and I released them, grunting in approval as she wound them around my neck, tugging on my hair and keeping me close. I slid mine under her back, lifting her, dragging her to the middle of the bed, our mouths never separating. I swam in the sensations she brought forth in me. The need and want. The feel of her under me. She tugged on my shirt, and I pulled back, my mouth protesting being apart from hers. I tore my shirt over my head and threw it behind me with the discarded mouse. I helped her pull hers off, groaning at the sight of her pretty, lacy bra, the dark blue of it contrasting with her skin, making it look creamy and inviting. But as pretty as the bra was, I was far more interested in the beautiful swells it hid from my eyes, and I slid my hand around her back, unhooking the bra and pulling it down her shoulders, baring her to me.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” I whispered, tracing her breasts, running my fingers around her nipple that hardened under my touch. I took her mouth again, lowering her back to the bed, kissing her until she was shaking. I dragged my mouth over her throat, across her collarbone, and slowly drew one nipple into my mouth, playing with and teasing it as she whimpered. I showed the same attention to her other one, smiling at her low gasps and pleas. I traced my hand over her stomach, stopping at the waistband of her skirt. I looked up, our eyes meeting, mine pleading for permission, hers heavy-lidded and filled with passion.
She lifted her ass and popped the button on the side. I slid off the material, adding it to the growing pile on the floor. Then I drank her in. She wore a wisp of lace between her legs, the same deep blue as her bra. Two tiny bows beckoned my fingers, and I tugged, the material giving way easily. I heard her sharp intake of air as I gazed at her, naked, beautiful, and on my bed. I traced a path between her hip bones, drawing lazy patterns on her skin with my finger.
“You want this, Raven? You want me? Us?”
“Yes.”
“You have to know something. Once we do this, once I make you mine, I’m all in. I’m not a player. I’ll be yours.” I paused. “I’ll consider you mine.” I dropped my voice. “I protect and cherish what is mine.”
She sat up, grasping the back of my neck and bringing my mouth back to hers. “So do I.”
We became a mass of quivering limbs, seeking mouths, and desperate pleas. The rest of my clothing was discarded, our hands working together to rid me of the material that separated us. Her skin rubbing on mine was soft, the feel of her wrapped around me intoxicating. I slid my hand between her legs, finding her warmth, feeling her desire, the wet of her like silk on my fingers. She gasped as I played with her, widening her legs when I slipped one, then two fingers inside her. Her breathy little moans and whispers were pure erotica to my ears.
“Yes, Damien. Oh God, like that. Yes, touch me like that.”
