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It's incredible. Wrapped in need and laced with lust.
I hike a leg up to his thigh, and then he's supporting me entirely, both my legs around his waist. In some maneuver that's graceful and totally without my participation, he scoops me up, his arm under my knees.
"What were you doing before I got here?" I try to act normal, like he's not whisking me immediately to bed. Of course, I don't care if he whisks me immediately to bed, because that's exactly what I want, too.
"Watching a Springsteen concert on TV."
That's when I notice that all the lights in the suite are off, except the flickering blue illumination of the TV. The volume is low, and something about the trademark Springsteen harmonica-sax combo is irresistible right this moment.
He sets me down roughly on the bed and climbs on top,while I kick off my sandals. Normally I'd want to take in every detail of the modern suite, but it's too dark, and Damien is too alluring to pay attention to anything but him.
"I'm glad you came. I was worried you wouldn't. You want me to turn the TV off?"
Finally, I'm able to run my palms over his chest. He didn't think I'd show up? Maybe the shy high school Damien is showing through, or maybe I haven't done a great job of signaling how much I want him.
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be. And no." I look into his dark eyes. He cups my jaw and lays a devastatingly slow kiss on my lips. It's almost so distracting and delicious that I forget to caress his back muscles.
Almost, but not quite.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," I whisper against his mouth.
"That's my line."
He grins and sits up, his big hands fumbling at the minuscule buttons of my blouse. I consider asking if he wants help, but the view of his hands against those delicate buttons does something to me. He's trembling ever so slightly, as if he can barely control himself.
After the third button, he shakes his head. "Can you do it? I'm worried I'm going to rip this off you because you're so sexy, and I can't wait to get my hands on you. If you brought another shirt, I will rip it."
I giggle, wishing I had brought another shirt, and slowly undo the rest, pausing for kisses in between.
"You're fucking teasing me." He takes my blouse and pulls it open with those big hands. The final two buttons pop off, and a thrill surges through me. Shoving my blouse apart, he sucks in a breath when he sees my breasts in the lacy white bra.
"Front clasp?"
I nod, and he undoes that without trouble. Thank God, because it's my nicest bra. I wriggle out of the straps, and hepushes me back, his mouth on my left nipple. He sucks gently, then harder, and finally his tongue torments me with the most sublime flicks.
"I want you, Kate. So much. More than you'll ever know."
Happiness spreads through my body. Hearing that from someone I adore is a drug. A really powerful, addictive drug.
"You can have me. Any way you want."
He sits up, still staring at my peaked nipples. The look in his eyes is wild, almost unfocused, and the idea that I'm making this beautiful, huge, gruff man come undone is so satisfying, so arousing, that I start to unbutton my shorts.
But he stops me.
"No. Let me."
And I do. I let him undress me entirely. I let him part my legs and kiss down my stomach. I let him lick me and stroke me, and I moan when he kisses me, the taste of my own juices on his tongue.
"I need to make sure you're nice and wet. You're so delicate down here." He cups between my legs. "I don't want to hurt you when I fuck you. I'm on the bigger side, and you're so small."
It's my intent to respond but because he's circling my clit with the perfect rhythm, I can't. All I can do is mewl and gasp, and when he strokes just so, I let go and give in. And come.
Hard.
So hard I see little flashing white lights against my closed lids, so hard that I barely notice that he's sheathed himself with a condom and is sliding slowly into me.
"I need to fuck you, Kate. Now."
