Damian opened the door of his truck and placed his hand on her lower back to help her in. But before she hopped up on the seat, he turned her toward him, then engulfed her in his arms.
His eyes burned into hers. “Come home with me.” His warm hands slid up her back, inside her blouse. She broke into goose bumps as he took possession of her mouth.
Her heart thumped madly against his strong chest. He caressed the flesh on her back, slowly moving his hand around to cup her breast. His thumb brushed her nipple, causing her breath to hitch. When he tugged on it, a jolt raced from her breast to her center.
His scent of something musky enveloped her, blocking out the warm evening air. Without thought, her hands slipped up his chest, resting on his shoulders. Her fingers moved to play with the silky hair hanging over his collar.
He moaned and pulled her closer. “Kerry, please. Say yes. Come home with me.”
The whispered words floated into her ear where his teeth bit lightly, then sucked on the lobe. His hand splayed against her lower back, edging her body forward, against the proof of his desire. She moved her hips back and forth, producing a groan, but she wasn’t sure if it came from him or her. If she said the word, there was no doubt in her mind they would make love.
Kerry licked her swollen lips. “Yes.”
With shaky legs, she climbed into the cab of the truck as Damian hurried around to the driver’s side. He peeled out of the parking lot on two wheels. Not bothering with a seat belt, the force of the move thrust her against his body. He tucked her head onto his shoulder, and held her close. Her heart continued to pound, and somewhere deep inside, a little voice warned this was not a good idea.
Before she could give proper attention to the voice, he swung the truck onto the long driveway leading to his house, and barreled over the lane, spewing gravel.
After unlocking the front door, he flicked on lights as they proceeded down the hallway.
He took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth. “Are you sure?” His gaze traveled over her face and searched her eyes. “I want you so much I can’t think straight, but I told you before this would be your decision.”
The little voice frantically waved its hand, jumped up and down. She ignored it. “I’m sure.”
Damian swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. Her heart jolted and her pulse pounded. She ached for his touch, to feel his hands running over her naked flesh. Her body felt heavy and warm, swollen in parts that craved his attention.
He nudged the door open with his shoulder. A dark and masculine bedroom, the heavy walnut furniture didn’t quite fill the large room. The bed took up the entire center area. An Indian patterned quilt covered it, ending right before a stack of colorful pillows leaning against the intricately carved, thick wooden headboard.
More of the room came into view after he settled her on the bed and switched on two milk glass lamps resting on matching nightstands. He hit a small brass switch on the wall above her head, and the soft sounds of Rod Stewart and Cher’s rendition of Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered filled the air.
Damian sat alongside her and caressed her cheek with his callused hand. “That’s what you’ve done, bewitched me.” He traced her features with his finger. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted you here in my bed from the moment we met. But that’s not the only thing I want you for, darlin’.”
“Don’t.” She turned and kissed his palm. “Don’t make this more than it is.”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” He stretched out next to her and wrapped her in his arms.
“Shh.” She put her finger against his lips.
Damian sucked her fingers into his mouth and groaned. Kerry lay before him, exactly as he’d imagined for days. Her copper curls created a sunburst around her face and half-lidded, hazel eyes promised all a woman could. But would she give him everything? Not only a beautiful, sensuous body for the night, but a lifetime of joys and sorrows? Although absolutely certain this fascinating woman was the one he’d waited for all his life, her plan put her more than a few steps behind him.
Kerry dragged his head down to meet her lips. He worked the buttons on her blouse and slid the silky material off her shoulders. It took him no time to unfasten the front clasp on her lacy pink bra. Her beautiful breasts spilled out. Round, plump, they filled his hands with softness. His thumbs circled her nipples, already hardened, ready for him to pay homage.
His gaze riveted on her face, and then slowly perused her body. He lowered his head, and covered one breast with his mouth. He suckled, satisfaction rushing through him at her slight gasp and shifting of her hips. While he moved his lips from one breast to the next, his fingers snapped open her jeans, and he slid the zipper down. With a slight nudge from him, she raised her hips, and he eased the pants down over slim legs, leaving her in pink lace panties.
And a colorful butterfly tattoo on her hip.
His blood ran so hot he thought he would melt. He feasted on her body, her generous breasts, flat tummy, and the red curls peeking out through her panties. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he would erupt like a pimply youth.
“You’re overdressed.”
Kerry’s breathless voice stirred him into action. He whipped off his shirt and slid down his jeans, underwear not having been part of his wardrobe since high school.
His fumbling fingers divested her of the scrap of lace covering her mound, then moved up to tug the bra off. Fully naked, skin to skin, they devoured each other. Pulling, tugging, stroking, caressing, teasing with mouths and hands, until they both panted, their bodies covered in sweat.
Never before had he felt this need to completely possess a woman, not just enjoy her body. He wanted her, body and soul, the very essence that was Kerry.
Damian cupped her face and moved his mouth over hers, devouring its softness. He drank in the sweetness of her, inhaled the perfume of her body. His hand slid down the silky skin of her back to cup and massage her plump backside. Groaning, he pulled her to his erection, letting her sense his wanting.
Kerry pulled back, her eyes holding him mesmerized by the fire of her passion. The scent of their arousal filled the air as Damian shifted their bodies and covered her, nudging her legs apart. He yanked open the drawer on the nightstand, snatching a foil wrapped condom before the drawer hit the floor, scattering the rest. His teeth tore into the package, then he quickly sheathed himself.