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Finally.
In the darkness, our mouths meet. We devour. We bite. There's fierce hair pulling and the most gentle of face caresses. My hands go to his shoulders, then his biceps, because I love to squeeze those muscles.
His big hands are rougher than I remember, and he rakes them over my bare breasts. Gentle, at first, then he squeezes until I whimper.
He rolls fully on top of me and the weight of his six-foot, four-inch body is the best thing I've felt in months.
His jeans are rough against my bare legs, but I don't give a crap. With an awkward urgency, I pull his T-shirt up and over his head.
I shiver when his chest muscles brush against my nipples. He does it slowly at first, one slide, and then two. A third time drives me practically out of my mind.
"Need to feel you against me, Damien. Now."
"Pants," he rasps, as we both fumble for the fly of his jeans. "Gotta take them off."
When he's finally naked, I moan. I can feel the thickness of his cock on my belly, and I'm seconds from squirming, spreading and begging. My hands roam over the perfect ridges and valleys of his ab muscles.
"I can't believe we're here together, Kate. Missed you so fucking much."
I grin against his mouth. "Me too.Me too.I can't believe we're, either. I'm sorry I fell asleep. My plane was delayed and the flight was so long?—"
His lips steal the words out of my mouth. "Don't care. Thought about this all the way here. How I'd find you, naked in bed. Your skin warm. And," he pauses, his hand sliding down my neck, down my breasts, past my stomach.
He cups between my legs. "And your pussy soaking wet."
I moan. "I was dreaming of this. Of you."
"Spread your legs." He moves to one side. "Gonna make that dream come true."
"Only if you fuck me. I want you inside of me."
He makes a tsk-tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. "As much as I want that too, I need a couple of other things first."
"What do you need?" My voice is low and seductive.
His hand skims my slit. "My fingers on your clit. My mouth on your pussy."
I open myself wider for him, slinging a leg over his. He knows he can have me any time, any way, he wants. It's always been like this between Damien and me. From the moment he kissed me back in the fall, I knew I'd let him do anything with my body and soul.
His fingers slide against me with a gossamer touch. He hasn't even parted my folds and I'm drenched. Swollen. Needy.
"You shaved," he whispers in my ear.
"Waxed. For you."
"It makes you feel even more wet and slippery. I love it. Going to taste you soon."
A little strangled noise blooms in my throat. My clit is positively throbbing from his soft, stroking.
"You want it, don't you?"
"Yes, please," I breathe.
Damien parts my folds and I suck in a sharp breath. His middle finger slides against my clit and I roll my hips so I can have more contact. I whimper.
He chuckles in a low, wicked tone.
"I don't have the patience tonight to tease you like I used to."
