by Anna Durand
He led me to the curtain that concealed his mini-bedroom and held it open so I could climb onto the bed. The covers were already pulled back. The plush padding of the mattress cradled my body and made me feel like I was floating on the ocean. Maybe I felt that way because I knew Damian would touch me any second. Maybe I always felt weightless when I was with him, like the burden of all my worries had lifted off me.
Damian crawled onto the bed, straddling me. "Don't be shy. If there's something you want me to do that I'm not doing, tell me."
How many guys would say something like that during sex? I would've bet Ollie did, though I'd never slept with him. Nobody else would—except for Damian.
"You're so sweet," I told him. "And so damn hot."
He chuckled. "Thanks. You're smokin' hot too."
I moved my arms above my head on the pillow, linking my hands.
"Love these tits," he said, smirking right before he took my nipple into his mouth and suckled it.
"Oh yes, please keep doing that."
He curled his tongue around my stiff peak, then tugged it with his teeth.
I arched my back, loving the sensation of electricity zinging through me, from my breast down to my sex. He kept tormenting my nipple, licking, sucking, and scraping it while I writhed and moaned, sending more jolts of electric pleasure straight down to my core. When he pulled his mouth away, I made an impatient noise.
"Don't worry," he said, patting my hip. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
He slid his lips down my belly, swirled his tongue inside my navel, and kissed his way down to my hip. I moaned, or maybe I said "please," couldn't swear to anything right now. His mouth and the feel of his body sliding down mine destroyed my willpower and my ability to think. Screw thinking. What did I need a brain for right now? Only to deliver more of those delicious waves of electric pleasure.
Damian placed an open-mouth kiss on the hollow of my hip, his warm tongue dampening my skin. The coolness when he pulled his mouth away made me shiver the tiniest bit. With one hand, he exerted gentle pressure on my inner thigh, urging me to spread my legs for him. I couldn't resist anything he wanted me to do, so I opened for him. He shimmied backward until his face hovered over my mound, then he dropped onto his elbows. With his mouth almost touching the hairs down there, his breaths excited my skin.
He pushed his mouth between my folds.
I felt his breaths on my slick skin first, followed by the roughness of his evening stubble, and finally, his tongue scraping over my flesh as he dragged it up one side of my folds and then the other. He licked his way down to my opening, swirling his tongue around the rim. I needed him to touch my clit, needed it so intensely that I bucked my hips, silently pleading with him to devour me the way I wanted him to the most.
"Not yet," he said, lifting his head to peek up at me over my hips. "I want to keep you on the edge until you're a wild, thrashing animal. Only then will I let you come. Relax, I won't push you too far. I'll know when you really need it and give you exactly what you want."
I already burned for him, after the way he'd stroked his tongue over my flesh. Whatever he might do to me tonight, I knew it would leave me breathless and satisfied. How did I know that? No idea, but it didn't matter. For one night, I needed to experience sex with this man and know exactly how much satisfaction he could give me.
One night only. No spooning. No hand-holding tomorrow. One night of mind-blowing sex, nothing more.
Damian dipped his head between my thighs again, and I couldn't worry about anything anymore. He traced his tongue around my rigid nub without contacting it, teasing me with his agile tongue and his heated breaths. My skin came alive, starting at my clitoris and blossoming outward until my entire body felt more awake and alive than ever before. I couldn't catch my breath, and he'd barely done anything to me. He watched me over my mound, his gaze capturing mine and refusing to let me glance away for even half a second. I swore he looked straight into my soul with those searing brown eyes. My breathing grew heavier, like the most delicious weight had settled on top of me and now it bore down on my body. I wanted him on top of me like that, thrusting inside me while his weight pressed me into the mattress.
He flicked his tongue across my nub.
I jerked and gasped, stunned by the power of the sensations that raced down my nerves, sharp and electric. My clit pulsed, my sex too, and I prayed any second he would send me hurtling over the edge. I clenched my fingers in the silky sheets, panting while he slowly dragged his tongue around my taut bud, eliciting more little shocks, making me cry out.
"Oh God, Damian, please." I couldn't stop the whimper that burst out of me. "Please, I need—oh God."
He latched on to my clit and sucked it hard.
My body froze, every muscle taut and ready, and even my lungs couldn't function. My gaze stayed glued to his while he nipped and suckled my nub, and the pleasure escalated higher and higher, my ears ringing because I couldn't breathe.
Then I came. The climax detonated inside me, so intense that choked gasps were the only sounds I could make. It felt like a thousand tiny explosions under my skin, setting me on fire from head to toe with ricocheting waves of pleasure inside my body. My sex yearned for his cock inside me, clenching again and again but with nothing to fill the void.
He didn't stop tormenting my flesh until he'd wrung every last spasm from my body.
I was breathing so hard I almost hyperventilated. Ridiculous. But I couldn't deny the truth of it. Was it only the way he'd touched me that drove me wild? Or was it him?
His tongue, that was all. His tongue and his piercing gaze.
And his incredible body. And his sexy smile.
No, it was only his tongue, nothing more.
Damian rose onto hands and knees, straddling me with his face above mine. He bent his elbows a little, just enough to bring his face closer to mine. "Don't panic yet. Save that for tomorrow."
"You want me to panic in the morning?"
"No, but I realize you probably will. We're about to shatter that celibacy vow of yours."
"Think we already did."
He smirked, and even that expression was devastatingly erotic. "What we've done so far was only blowing off steam. Now, we're going to turn that steam engine up so high it'll shatter."
"Yes, please, I need super-hot sex."
"It will be super hot, but not the way you mean." He bent his head to nuzzle my nose. "There are many kinds of hot sex, and I'm about to give you the kind you need the most, even if you don't realize it yet."
What did that mean? The hormones flooding my body made it hard to concentrate on anything, especially his words. "Hot sex" were the only words I could understand.
He leaned over the bed's edge, stretching an arm down to reach under the bed. His face tightened while he struggled to get whatever it was he wanted down there. Then he grinned and held up a condom packet. "Ready to go."
"You keep condoms under your bed? Thought you never seduced women in this wagon."
"That's true. I bought some condoms today in the resort gift shop because I hoped you might want to do more than flirt with me, eventually." He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth. "Thought it would take longer. Damn, I'm even better than I thought, getting you to beg me for sex."
I couldn't deny I'd begged with my actions and my intentions, though I hadn't outright begged for it. The implications of my need for him might hit me later, but for now, I wouldn't think about anything except having Damian inside me.
He rolled the condom on and knelt over me again on all fours. "I won't hurt you, not ever."
Why was he saying that? If he meant physically, I never thought he'd hurt me like that. "What happened to 'I love to talk dirty'? We're having sex, not going to a couples therapy group."
"No talking, not tonight. Next time, I'll talk dirty to you for as long as you want."
But not tonight? Why? I was on fire for him, and he kept saying t
hings that sounded…like things he shouldn't be saying.
He kissed me, soft and slow, his tongue slipping between my lips with such gentleness that it made my throat ache. But when he toyed with my tongue, all that delicious excitement I'd felt a few minutes ago came rushing back, enlivening every part of me. When he positioned his knees between my legs, I couldn't stop my knees from bending and my thighs from parting, like my body wanted him so badly it had to offer me up to him in the most blatant way.
Damian settled his body on top of mine.
My breaths quickened. My pulse accelerated. I wanted him so much, but I didn't know if I could handle the way he would make me feel. I won't hurt you, he'd said. I clutched his biceps, where he'd planted his elbows on the mattress at either side of me.
"Shh," he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. "Forget about everything else and be with me tonight."
He pushed inside me inch by inch, his cock gliding deeper with such exquisite slowness that my breaths became pants and my heartbeat pounded in my ears and my chest. I gripped his arms tighter while he thrust in and out, taking his time like he relished every second of making love to me. The easy pace made it impossible for me to block out all the things I didn't want to feel, like the sensation of his body on mine, warm and strong, or the scent of him that enveloped me. With his head alongside mine, his hair tickled my cheek, and every time he exhaled it sent a rush of warm air over my earlobe.
My body cradled his, inside and out.
Damian groaned softly like this was the best thing he'd ever felt. Every thrust aroused me more, little by little, until the feel of him sliding in and out, his body grazing my nub, had me gasping and lashing my arms around him. My stiff nipples scraped against his chest, the friction so delicious that I dug my nails into his back.
"Faster," I pleaded. "Please, faster, harder."
"Not this time," he whispered into my ear, his voice strained and rough.
"But I—"
He covered my mouth with his.
And still, he moved his hips in that easy rhythm. In slow, out slow, over and over, oh so patient that even while he kept his lips glued to mine, he didn't try for a deeper kiss. Lips on lips, nothing more. How could that be so intensely erotic? He took my body with a gentleness no man had ever shown me before, and my chest tightened from the knowledge of what that might mean, but my mind couldn't decipher anything more complex than the need to come that built inside me second by second.
I wrapped my legs around him, my ankles locked behind his ass.
The climax rippled through me like no orgasm I'd ever experienced before. It came over me as slowly as he'd taken my body, the intensity of it growing with every thrust of his cock until my gasps became throaty moans and the moans turned into strangled cries. I gripped him with every part of my body, from my arms and legs to the muscles deep inside me that milked him with spasms that grew stronger with each wave of pleasure.
My heart thrashed in my chest. Desperate noises erupted out of me.
He pulled his hips back and plowed into me, his cock throbbing as he let go, releasing everything he had inside me. After two gentler thrusts, he let his body go slack on top of me. He raised his head, gazing at me with a soft expression that conveyed things I didn't want to think about right now.
"Damian, I—"
With two fingers, he sealed my lips. "Hush. We don't need to talk. You can tell me to go to hell in the morning."
"I wasn't going to say that."
"Glad to hear it." He claimed my mouth in a kiss that was soft and slow and full of longing. Then he slid off my body to lie beside me, one arm draped over my belly. "Let's get some sleep."
"Okay."
I rolled onto my side facing away from him.
He tugged me into his body, one hand on my belly.
We were spooning. Oh no, we couldn't do that. It was too…intimate.
But I couldn't make myself tell him to move or make my muscles work so I could move away from him. I should've gotten up and left, but I didn't want to leave. For one night, I could let myself enjoy sleeping with Damian.
Tomorrow… I'd worry about that in the morning.
Chapter Twelve
Damian
I woke up in the best way imaginable, with Heidi Mackenzie snuggled up to me. We'd fallen asleep with my front to her back, but now we lay face to face. She had her arm hanging over me, her sweet body tucked against mine, and her silky hair brushing against my face. Her nose brushed me too. And her lips. Was that an unconscious invitation for me to wake her with a kiss? Sure looked like one to me.
Laying a hand on her hip, I pressed my lips to hers and let them linger there until she sighed delicately. Then I gave her ass a quick squeeze. "Good morning, Heidi."
Her lids fluttered open, and a lazy smile curved her lips. "Good morning, Damian."
She hadn't seemed this relaxed when we fell asleep last night. I'd kind of expected her to panic the instant she woke up and realized she'd spent the night with me. Instead, she was smiling in the sweetest sleepy-sexy way.
And of course, my dick decided now was the right time for some morning wood.
Heidi screwed up her mouth. "Is there a live snake between our bodies, or is that your snake stiffening up?"
"It's me. Sorry, it happens every morning." But I was sure I'd get much stiffer this morning than I ever had before. How could I not? Heidi's luscious body was touching mine and the scent of her, that indescribable feminine aroma, made my cock wake up even faster than usual.
She laughed. "I've slept with other men, so I know all about morning hard-ons."
"Good. Then you won't mind taking care of the problem for me like you did last night."
"Mm-mm, no can do." She sat up and stretched, making her gorgeous tits lift and jiggle. "One time only, Damian. Last night was amazing, but we will never do that again."
Oh damn. I'd hoped making love to her, really making love to her, would banish that stupid idea. She'd broken her celibacy vow, but only for one night. Yeah, right. I'd believe that on the day Bigfoot walked out of the woods and introduced himself. He'd have a southern accent. Why not? It was my stupid fantasy.
No, my fantasy had unfolded last night, with Heidi.
But she wanted my body and nothing else. Well, she thought she did. I knew it was bullshit. We'd talked and shared personal stuff before we had sex, before last night when she ran after me to ask me to fuck her. She liked me, but she was terrified of getting hurt again.
I had no idea how to convince her I wouldn't be like her douchebag ex.
"We like each other," I said. "It's not a crime, and you don't need to run away from me because of what happened last night."
She slid off the bed, standing on the top step. "Thank you for the mind-blowing orgasms, but we will never have sex again. We are not dating."
"But we're friends, right?" Friends with the best benefits ever. I wanted more than that, but I wouldn't push. Heidi needed gentle nudges in the right direction, though.
"No, we're not friends." She hopped off the steps, bending over to hunt around on the floor for her clothes. "I'm a guest, and you're the concierge. That's it."
Okay, last night had freaked her out even more than I thought.
I jumped off the bed and over the steps, landing a few feet from Heidi.
She startled and yelped.
"Didn't mean to scare you," I said. "But I don't want you to leave until we've talked about this. Please, Heidi, let's have a real conversation like we did before."
"I'm hungry, and the food is in the dining hall."
"Stay here. I'll go get some food for us."
"No, Damian," she said firmly, managing to look resolute and stubborn while she was naked and struggling to get her bra clasps hooked.
"At least let me help you with that." I moved closer and reached for the back of her bra.
She batted my hand away. "I can do it myself."
"Okay,
fine." I raised my hands. "I surrender."
Heidi's gaze swept over me from head to toe. She licked her lips when her focus landed on my groin.
Yeah, the morning wood had arrived.
She cleared her throat and tore her gaze away from my dick. "Get dressed, please."
"I know nudity doesn't bother you in general. I mean, you used to be a naturist. So I'm assuming you want me to get dressed because my nudity bothers you—in a sexy way."
"Don't flatter yourself." She finally got her bra done up and started pulling on the rest of her clothes. "You aren't so hot that I can't keep my hands off you, or my eyes off you."
But she had watched me lately. A lot. Especially when I was naked.
I wouldn't point that out to her. Only an asshole did something like that.
"Get dressed," she said again, notably without the "please" this time.
"Yeah, okay, relax." While I found my clothes and put them on, Heidi hurried out of the wagon. I called out, "Your clothes are wrinkled, Heidi, and I think your shirt is on backwards."
She froze mid-step, threw me an annoyed look over her shoulder, then stomped off.
Maybe I shouldn't have told her that, but I figured she'd want to know if she looked like she just got back from a night of hot sex. I couldn't seem to do anything right with her. Not this morning, at least.
I headed for my room in the guest house and changed into casual clothes. Today was my day off, so I didn't need to wear either of my work uniforms—the resort version or the gypsy version. Jeans and a T-shirt would do fine today. Maybe I'd go nude later. Then again, maybe I shouldn't. Heidi was upset about last night, and seeing my nakedness might make her panic again.
Why did I care? She'd made it clear we weren't dating and never would be.
Maybe I wasn't a Casanova type, but I could get a date if I wanted one. No woman had ever turned me down, for a date or sex. Maybe that sounded a tad arrogant, but I didn't mean it that way. Could I help it if women lusted for me? Like I'd told Heidi, I gave awesome dating.
