Cold Dark Heart by Julie Kriss

Twenty-Four

Andie

My back hitthe bed and I bounced on the mattress, laughing. Damon pinned my wrists and braced himself over me, his gaze taking me in.

“Very nice,” he said.

The lingerie shopping had been a success. I was in a black lace teddy that hugged my body from my breasts to the tops of my thighs. It had feminine straps and almost no back. It came with matching panties that were barely more than a tiny scrap of lace. After Miles left with his grandfather, I had spent two hours shaving, waxing, and putting on just the right amount of makeup and scented lotion.

The result? Damon had been here barely ten minutes, and he was already down to his boxer briefs and was pinning me to the bed.

For tonight, I’d solved the single mom problem.

I let my gaze roam him, too. Although the desk incident had been hot, I hadn’t seen Damon naked since that night in his apartment. I devoured every inch of his skin—the muscles flexing in his shoulders as he held my wrists, the hollow of his clavicle, the octopus tattoo on his biceps, the lean line of his torso as it tapered to the waist of his boxer briefs. “Take those off,” I said, my eyes on the briefs.

In response, Damon leaned down and kissed me. Deep. No one had ever kissed me like Damon did. No one tasted like Damon did. I squirmed against him as he did it, wanting to get closer. His hands held me just tightly enough that I couldn’t get free, and I liked it.

He broke the kiss and let me go, moving down my body. Without a word he pushed up the hem of my teddy and hooked his thumbs into the tiny panties, drawing them down. Then he got my legs into position so he could get down to business.

I took a shaky breath. We’d done this in his apartment, on his bed. It had been amazing, and—

Oh, dear God.

The world just stopped. Every worry, every fear, every thought and plan in my head. There was only pleasure, white hot behind my eyes, firing through every nerve in my body. I moaned—I could be as loud as I wanted tonight—and gave in to it, letting the pleasure take over.

Damon went slow, torturing me. His tongue was magic—evil magic. Because it would bring me to the brink, and then it would leave me hanging again.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed him off me and rolled him onto his back. It was my turn now. I hooked my fingers into his boxer briefs and slid them down. Then, without a second’s hesitation, I took him in my mouth.

Damon’s hips lifted from the bed as he hissed in a breath. This had never been my favorite thing to do—actually, it was my least favorite by far. Until now. Right now, with Damon, I started to understand how it could be teasing, fun, and desperately exciting. I wanted to savor him. I wanted to make him make sounds, like he’d done to me. I wanted to torture him.

I kept doing what I was doing until I felt the muscles in his hips and thighs starting to tense. Then I let him go.

“Damn, woman,” he groaned, but he didn’t sound angry. He sounded like he was enjoying himself.

I kissed my way up his taut stomach. I had no idea who this bold woman was, but I planned to be her forever if I possibly could. She was having a lot more fun than the old Andie had. I traced my tongue over Damon’s skin, enjoying every warm, taut inch of him. Then I pulled my teddy up over my hips and straddled him, my sensitive flesh rubbing on his.

“Any objections?” I asked him.

His gorgeous gray eyes moved over me. Then he reached up and slid the straps of my teddy down over my shoulders, tugging the material down so my breasts came free. He cupped them in his hands.

“No,” he said.

Oh, that felt good. Did people do this all the time? Have hot, wild sex like this? Why had I thought that this wasn’t for me? That only other people got to have pleasure?

I slid over Damon again, watching him wince as he tried to keep control. I’d wasted weeks of time, I realized. If I was smart, I would have jumped him when he first walked through the door of the Wild. But I hadn’t been ready. I was ready now.

I eased myself down onto him, feeling the pleasure pulse through my body. I dropped my head forward and closed my eyes, my hair falling over us. I heard the rasp of Damon’s breath, felt one of his hands leave my breast and drop down between us.

It didn’t take long. I leaned down and buried my face in his neck as I came, my body shaking. His hands dug into my hips as he came, too.

There was something different this time. We were in my house, my bed. We were having fun, but this was Damon. I didn’t want just any man—I wanted him. Only him.

I wanted Damon Blake, and I didn’t want him to leave.

As he cupped my face and kissed me, I knew with complete certainty:

I’m ready.