“Until you’ve walked in high heels,” I playfully glared at Damien, “you will never understand how much they hurt.”
“It’s a good thing I’m tall then.”
“Hmmm.” I licked my lower lip. “It’s definitely a good thing that you’re tall.”
“You’re looking at me like you want to pounce on me, freckles.”
“I do.”
Damien’s whole body tensed. I stared down at him, and in that moment, I made the decision to freely give myself to him. I couldn’t stand wanting him anymore, I needed to have him.
My body felt like it was a live wire of electricity. I wanted Damien to kiss me and touch me more than my next breath. I didn’t want him to make the first move; I was too aware of him to allow that to happen. Instead, I stepped forward, parted his thighs with my knees, and stepped between them.
“Alannah, what are—”
I brought my mouth down on top of his and took what I’d wanted since the first moment I saw him. I lifted my hands, thrusted them into his hair, and almost dropped to my knees with desire. His hair was thick and soft—so freaking soft. I tangled my fingers around the strands and tugged.
“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Lana,” Damien said against my lips, his voice husky. “I’d walk away if I were you.”
Boldness surged through me.
“That sounds like a challenge to me.”
“Talking.” Damien groaned into my mouth. “We’re supposed to be talking.”
“We are,” I replied, sliding my tongue over his lower lip. “We’re talkin’ with our bodies.”
Ursula from The Little Mermaid did say never to underestimate the importance of body language, and at that moment, I had never related to a Disney quote more in my entire life.
Damien broke our heated kiss and stared up at me, his expression one of shock. It was quickly replaced by one so full of heat and longing that by the time he drew me against him, I was trembling with anticipation.
“I want you so much,” he breathed. “God knows I’ve dreamed of touching you, kissing you, tasting you.”
I had to lock my knees together to keep from falling to them.
“What will you do to me if I let you touch me?” I asked, my voice thick with desire. “I need to hear it.”
“I’d kiss you. Nice and slow until my lips are all you know. My hands would explore every inch of you until you only knew my touch. I’d love you so good, the feel of me would be imbedded into you for life. I’d make your body mine.”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “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. Hooking his hands around the back of 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 spine to arch, 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 I ended and he began.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I blurted against his lips. “And I love your hair. It’s so feckin’ pretty and soft. What conditioner do you use? Actually, never mind. I love your face. My God, do I love your face. Your dimples are stunnin’.”
I felt Damien’s laughter vibrate against my lips before he kissed down my jawline to my neck where he feathered kisses over my skin, causing goosebumps to break out over my body.
“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’ve dreamed of us doing?” he asked. “I need to hear that.”
“You used your m-mouth on me,” I stammered. “And when I thought that would kill me, you added your fingers and use them both to make me scream.”
Damien lightly bit my neck, encouraging me to continue.
“Your tongue.” I hummed. “You’d lick, and suck, and taste me all over until I was putty in your hands”
I sucked in a sharp breath when Damien suddenly turned and dislodged my arms and legs from around him as he pushed me from his body and onto the mattress with a bounce. He rid himself of his shirt with one tug, and watching that sent a shiver up my spine.