“Yes,” I said, breathlessly. “Please, I want that.”
More than my next breath.
Damien pulled me against him, and covered his mouth with mine. He growled against my lips before he stood up. Hooking his arms around my thighs, he picked me up as he moved. I gasped into his mouth, latching my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I love how tall you are,” I panted, pulling back to gaze at him. “It makes me feel tiny.”
“You are tiny,” Damien said, pushing my dress up with one hand so he could palm my behind.
He touched his lips to mine once more, moulding them together as his tongue slid inside in a kiss so ravenous it caused my knees to shake, my heart to slam into my chest and my skin to flush with pleasure. My thoughts were scattered with every thrust and slide of his tongue licking against my own. Damien’s kiss was so consuming I didn’t know where he started and I ended.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I blurted against his lips. “And I love your hair. It’s so freakin’ pretty and soft. What conditioner do you use? Actually, never mind. I love your face. My God, do I love your face.”
I felt Damien’s laughter vibrate against my lips before he kissed down my jawline to my neck where he placed feathered kisses over my skin.
“You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve dreamed of doin’ to you and you doin’ to me,” I purred, hoping to God I sounded sultry.
Damien scraped his teeth over my sweet spot, and it caused my back to arch, which pushed my breasts against him. His hands on my behind squeezed me tightly.
“Why don’t you tell me in detail what you dreamed of us doing,” he asked, his voice raspy.
“You’d used your mo-mouth on me,” I stammered. “And when I thought that would kill me, you’d add in your fingers.”
Damien lightly bit my neck, encouraging me to continue.
“Your tongue.” I squealed. “You’d taste me all over.”
I gasped when Damien suddenly turned and dislodged my arms and legs from around him as he pushed me from his body and onto the bed with a bounce. He rid himself of his shirt with one tug and watching that sent a shiver up my spine.
“You’re perfect,” I said, staring up at him.
His tanned skin seemed to glow in the lightening as strands of his hair fell forward into his eyes. He lifted a hand to push them away, and the flex of his bicep had my insides clenching with need. His broad shoulders were begging for my teeth to sink into them, and the lines of his abdominal muscles taunted my fingers to run over them.
You have no idea what you’re doing to me.
“That’d be you, baby,” he said as he gripped the hem of my dress and pushed it up to my waist.
Without a single word he gripped the top of my dress, pulled the straps down my shoulders and tugged the material down until my bare breasts were free. I didn’t wear a bra with my dress, I didn’t need to, and it seemed like Damien appreciated it if his groan was anything to go by. He left my dressed bunched up at my waist and leaned back on his heels so he could roam his eyes over me.
“You’re stunning, Lana.”
My body hummed with delight at his words and at his hands when he slid them up my thighs, skimmed my stomach, and flattened them over my breasts. He cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze before he ran his thumbs over the sensitive pink tips. The tingling sensation drew a slight moan from me as heat pooled between my legs, an incessant throb growing with each tantalizing touch.
I felt my cheeks burn when his gaze locked on the centre of my thighs.
“Lace?” he questioned without looking at me.
“I like pretty un-underwear.”
“So do I.” Damien looked up at me with fire in his eyes.
“What are you goin’ to do to me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He licked his lips. “What I’ve wanted to do to you from the first moment I saw you.”
I blinked. “What’s that?”
I shrieked when he gripped the hem of my underwear and yanked them from my body. If the sound of fabric tearing was anything to go by, I’d say he even partially ripped them in the process. I could barely breathe when my thighs were parted and Damien brought his face down to my pussy.
He inhaled, and I knew mortification at that moment.
“Damien!” I cried and desperately tried to shut my legs. “Why are you sniffin’ me? Oh, God! Do you have a weird fetish or somethin’?”
He laughed but didn’t move a muscle other than when he stopped me from wriggling.
“No,” he mused. “I’m savouring how you smell because it’s damn good.”