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He chuckled again. Smug and self-assured. Her eyes narrowed. Impulse brought her hand up, her fingers fisting in the material of his shirt as she tugged. He tumbled into the infinity pool with a splash.
Evolet couldn’t help herself—she laughed. She couldn’t stop laughing as he stood, water dripping from the dark curls plastered to his forehead, his handsome face a dark glower. The laughter drifted away as she drank in the sight of his shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and the chiseled muscles of his stomach, the material translucent in the moonlight.
“It’s not fair,” she whispered.
“What?”
“You look like a damned underwear model.”
“I have a personal trainer and a gym.” He moved toward her, water rippling out from him as he drew near. “It helps me relax.”
His arms circled her waist, his hands resting on her bare back. The feel of his skin against hers made her gasp and arch into him.
“You don’t feel very relaxed right now.”
He pressed his hips against hers, and her eyes widened, her body flooding with heat as she felt his growing hardness against her core.
“Damon...”
He stared down at her, his chest rising and falling, his breathing harsh. “I want you, Evolet.”
Oh, yes, she was definitely in trouble. Her body grew heavy even as desire shimmered through her veins, made her breasts feel full and an ache start to hum deep inside her. But his erotic words didn’t just inspire lust. No, they took those dratted feelings and fanned the flames into something far brighter and more dangerous.
Empowered and touched, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips down to hers. Their mouths met, and she could swear the air rippled with the strength of the passion between them. He molded her body to his as he returned her kiss. He started off slowly, a firm press of his mouth against hers. Then a slow descent into something deeper as his tongue teased the seam of her lips until she laughed and opened for him.
The second their tongues met, the teasing disappeared. He growled and hauled her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as her back bowed, her breasts pressing against the wet material of his shirt.
Wildness seized her, and she reached back to undo her top. She wanted,neededto feel his chest against hers. But he reached up, caught her hand in his.
“Not yet. I like this, seeing you just barely covered.” He nipped her earlobe with his teeth. “Knowing what’s underneath.” One hand tightened possessively on her rear. “Knowing I’m the only one who’s seen you bare skinned, the only one who’s been inside your glorious body.”
The evocativeness of his words made her gasp right before he kissed her again. This time he plundered, claimed, making love to her mouth as sensation built, tearing her in a dozen different directions as the ache between her thighs grew.
He scooped her up in his arms and moved to the edge of the pool. He set her on the edge, then kneeled in the water between her legs and settled his hands on her thighs. Shyness overtook her as his intent became clear.
He looked at her, then paused, rising up out of the water to cup her face with his hand. “We can stop.”
She had been on the verge of asking him to pause, to let her catch her breath, to mentally prepare for placing herself in such a vulnerable position. His words banished her hesitation. She leaned forward and placed the softest of kisses on his mouth.
“Please don’t,” she whispered against his lips.
He returned her kiss, so light it could have been the whisper of butterfly wings on her flesh. He trailed his mouth down over her jawline, her neck, his tongue a molten flash of heat against her sensitive skin, then down over the exposed swells of her breasts. When his mouth closed over one nipple through the thin material, she cried out. He repeated the same heated caress on her other breast before kissing his way down her stomach and settling once more between her thighs.
He slowly pulled the wet material of her bikini bottoms to the side. Cool air kissed her thighs. His hands slid under her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the pool. Closer to him.
And then his mouth was on her, kissing, licking, sucking, doing incredibly wicked things to her most sensitive skin. She could feel the sensation building, pulsing between her legs until she reached a fever pitch, as if her body were stretched so tight she might burst if something didn’t happen, if he didn’t do something to relieve ache that threatened to pull her under.
“Damon,” she whimpered. “Damon, please.”
One long caress with his tongue, one open-mouthed kiss to her most sensitive skin, and she came apart. Her body thrashed as she bowed up into the relentless heat of his mouth, her fingers grasping at his hair, his shoulders, anything to grab onto to steady her through the storm. She cried out his name, or at least she thought she did as her pleasure hit its pinnacle.
And then she slowly slid back onto the deck, her legs still draped wantonly over his shoulders. Ten minutes ago she would have been embarrassed. Now she was too sated, too limp to care.
“We should do that more.”
He chuckled as he hauled himself up out of the pool and laid on the deck next to her. Before she could make another joke, something to help her heart stay strong against the tenderness settling over her like a warm blanket, he reached down and smoothed a strand of hair out of her face.
Her breath caught as tears pricked her eyes. The way he looked at her, with such gentleness, pulled that tenderness up from the heaviness of satisfied passion and brought it far too close to the surface.
