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He placed his hands on my hips and started guiding me up and down. It felt so fucking good. I rode him hard and fast. His hips lifted off the bed to meet mine. I wanted more, faster and deeper.
Damien grabbed hold of me, rolled us over, and now with me on my back, he kneeled between my legs and lifted my hips high onto this thigh. When he entered me, it was so deep, my body shook with excitement.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I, mon amour?”
I shook my head and said, “The only pain I will feel is if you stop now.”
Wrapping my legs around him, I pulled myself even closer. Damien fucked me long and hard until I could barely breathe.
“Oh, MaKayla...”
His cries were drowned out by my own as I released again, stronger than I ever had before.
I felt his body go rigid, and with one final thrust, he growled, then collapsed on top of me. His breaths coming in short bursts. Finally, he rolled off. Reaching for the blanket on the floor, he pulled it up to cover us.
Lying in his arms, my entire body still tingled. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes. I wanted to stay awake. I wanted to remember every minute from tonight, but I was spent.
He kissed my forehead and said, “Sleep, mon amour.”
I lifted my head and asked, “Will you be here when I wake?” That was a fair question after the last time he spent the night. I knew this wasn’t going to last forever, but I couldn't stand the thought of waking up to cold sheets and only sweet memories of what we shared.I want more. I want it all. If not forever, then for as long as I can have it.
“I promise. I’m not leaving until you make me that coffee.”
I put my head back on his chest.
In that case, I might not make it ever.
Closing my eyes, I smiled thinking of how Damien was right. This was a night I will never forget.Jenny, that really is a lucky dress. I might not ever give it back.I drifted off to sleep. Tonight, I didn’t need to worry about Damien visiting my dreams. I had the real thing.
CHAPTER22
Damien
I never meant for us to become intimate. When she offered me coffee, I knew what she really meant. Hell, my cock ached for her, I was trying to resist, but she was like oxygen, and I was struggling for breath.
Somehow, I knew it would be like that with her. Explosive, passionate, and wild as fuck. It was as though we knew each other's bodies, what the other liked, as though we’d been lovers before. When I said I’d wanted to give her a night she would never forget, damn, she’d given me one I didn’t want to ever let go of. It wasn’t just sex. There was a connection between us that I loved and one that scared me at the same time. What I was feeling for her was not something I’d ever experienced before. It couldn’t be love. This had to be some extreme lust. Love was something I didn’t do. At least I never have before.
There was no doubt when I looked into her eyes last night that she was battling the same thing. We were falling for each other. The question was, if it was too late to stop it before she got hurt? She was looking for her family. Family was what she wanted most of all. I was a bachelor. I’d never wanted a wife and kids. Not even sure if I’d be a good spouse or parent. She deserved someone settled who wanted the white picket fence, a house filled with kids, and maybe a dog and a cat.I’m not the guy who wants to spend my weekends mowing the lawn.I loved the city life, and here she was, in a lovely country cottage. That was where she belonged. Not me.
But even knowing that, didn’t stop me from wanting her. I loved my life the way it was, but I’d never felt so alive as I felt with her. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, she was mon amour, my love.
I could tell by her breathing that MaKayla was still sleeping soundly. I couldn’t wake her. At least not again. Last night had been amazing, and making love to her over and over again had me spent as well. If I could, I’d lie here holding her naked body against me all day. But we needed to talk about last night. I just wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. Never faced it before. The women I dated knew that it was casual with no commitment. MaKayla wasn’t asking me for any, never even mentioned one.It seems that I’m the one doing all the thinking about the future. About us.
Damn. You have me in knots. How am I supposed to think straight while I am feeling this way?
But thinking about MaKayla and me isn’t the only thing I needed to do. I’d learned so much about her father and mother yesterday that I needed to act quickly on getting more answers. So many things I needed to do, and calls I needed to make that couldn’t happen if she was awake. I gently moved her arm that was draped over me and slipped out from beneath the covers.
I didn’t want to turn on any lights and stumbled my way around all the items still scattered on the floor. Thankfully, my clothes weren’t among them. But even when I left her room, locating all my clothes wasn’t so easy. There was a sock missing, and I knew I had two when I came here.
Giving up looking, I peered into the bedroom one last time to make sure she was asleep, then headed to the kitchen to make my call.
It was early, but if Dean was the businessman people said he was, then he was awake.
I dialed his number and he answered. “Must be really important for you to call at this time in the morning,” he said.
I figured he was expecting my call. Draven probably had given him the heads-up when he shared Dean’s number with me. “You might say that. This is not a social call. I am looking for information, and Draven believes you’re the person who can help me find it. I have one of my answers, but I am looking for someone in Tabiq.”
“I take it your visit to Tabiq wasn’t the vacation you and Draven said it was,” he replied. “Not that I believed it was. Why were you there? Until I have more information, I can’t say whether or not we will help you.”
