“No,” I groaned, shifting my hips to get some of that delicious friction between us. “I want this—want you. Please, Damien. I need to feel alive again.”
He pulled back, a smirk forming on his lips as his thumb brushed against my lower lip. “You’re so pretty when you beg for me, Brianna.”
My eyes darted up to his, giving in to the wanton woman he inspired. “Are you going to kiss me?”
Damien’s eyes darted to my lips, looking at them like they couldbe his absolution, but he shook his head. “That’s not what this is, Brianna. If we do cross the line, you need to know a few things. I’ll make you come, make you forget your own name if that’s what you want, but that’s all I’m offering. All Icanoffer. If that’s not what you’re looking for, walk away now.”
His words should have scared me, confirmed I was so far out of my league, I was one move from drowning. But one night of oblivion was all I wanted as well. My divorce bruised me, fracturing my heart into a shell of its former self. Even if someone offered me their whole one, I wasn’t in the place to accept it.
“One night,” I mumbled as my fingers found his chest. “That’s all. When we get back home, we act like this never happened—and no one ever finds out.”
“One night,” Damien repeated. His hands dropped to my thighs, lifting me so my ass rested on the edge of the railing. His fingers coasted along my skin, stopping when they reached the hem of my dress. The black silk dress wasn’t my normal style, but before we went out, Ollie ransacked her closet to find something for me. At first, I doubted her choice, much more comfortable in my jeans and a sweatshirt. But as Damien’s fingers skimmed the space between my thighs, I sent out a silent thank you, because it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
When he brushed against the fabric of my thong, he smirked down at me. “You’re dripping for me, Brianna. Is your pussy aching? Waiting for someone to give it what it deserves?”
“Yes,” I moaned, shifting my hips to get him closer to me. But he kept up his gentle ministrations, touching me so lightly, yet I could sense it down tomy toes. “Please, Damien.”
I gasped as his fingers moved past the lace fabric, touching my bare skin for the very first time. My body called out to him, begging him to take everything and more. He sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers explored me, leaving light kisses on the skin of my neck.
The elevator dinged when we reached my floor, and Damien cursed under his breath, removing his fingers from my soaked panties. But before he got too far, the fabric suddenly snapped at my hips. I looked down, finding the black lace of my thong now clutched in his hand.
“D-did you just rip my panties off?” I squawked in disbelief, unsure if the move turned me on or pissed me off. Those were expensive, one of the few luxuries I allowed myself on my measly teacher income.
He just shrugged as he toyed with the fabric before sticking it into his pocket. “Might be only one night, but I already know I’m going to want to remember this one. Consider these my souvenir.”
I wanted to protest, but they all died on my lips. We walked to my hotel room in silence, neither of us wanting to break the tension brewing between us. Once the door opened, the game was on. After I turned the key, Damien reached out, stopping me before I could open it. “Before we go inside, I want you to make sure this is what you want, Brianna. If you’ve changed your mind, I won’t hold it against you. Fuck, if you change your mind at any point, all you have to do is say so.”
I shifted, pressing my back against the wood so it opened. Reaching out, I took his hand and pulled him into my room. As the door closed, I stood against it, needing the strength to keep standing. Too much desire filled the air, too much promise of what would come next. There was no backing down, not for me. “I’m not changingmy mind. But the same goes for you. It’s not only about my comfort here, Damien.”
His eyes flashed, as if I’d struck an unintentional nerve. Any hesitancy was gone, replaced by the longing I’d seen earlier. His hands found my hips, shifting us so I was up against the door, his body keeping me tight against him. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you, Brianna. Something about that innocent smile,” he thumbed my lower lip, “made me want to corrupt you. And now that I have you, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
EIGHT
As Brianna’s angelic eyes widened at my words, my gut screamed.This was a mistake. The smart thing would have been to walk back out that door, to ignore the way Brianna’s sweet pussy wept for my touch, to go back out into the world and find someone else to warm my bed for the night, someone I’d leave without guilt or my conscience screaming at me.
However, from the moment I saw her at the bar, the die was cast. I might have a lot of strengths, but walking away from Brianna right now wasn’t one of them.
Brianna’s hazel eyes watched as I lowered to my knees. The fucking hem of her little black dress had been teasing me the entire car ride, shifting just enough to expose the delicate skin lurking below. Now that I’d touched her—felt her reaction—there was no backing down, no hiding.
My hands bunched up the skirt of her dress until Brianna’s bare pussy was in my face. The delicate skin called to me, glistening with her desire. I groaned as I dove in, nothing tentative or tenderabout my touches. I shifted to hitch one of her legs over my shoulder, giving me more access to what I wanted. When my mouth sealed over her aching cunt, Brianna moaned, the sound electric to my ears. Her dark hair spread out around her face, and she looked like an angel on the verge of damnation.Myangel.
Her taste consumed my senses: sweet and delicate, just like the woman in front of me. Brianna was a fortress, hiding behind her eyes and placating smile, but I sensed the damage lurking just beneath the surface, the kind no one bothered to look for. It called to my darkness, to the doubts and fears I locked behind in the night. For tonight, I’d hide them away, too consumed with pulling as much pleasure from Brianna as possible.
As my fingers dipped into her core, her hands fell to my hair, tugging me closer. She gasped in realization, pulling away as if I’d shocked her. “I’m so sorry?—”
I silenced her with another long lick of my tongue. “Don’t you fucking apologize, Brianna. Grab me, hold me, do whatever feels right. Let me know you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck, Damien. This—you. It’s too good. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not with the soft press of her thigh into my shoulder, her succulent warmth squeezing my fingers like she never wanted to let go. Everything about this moment was like poetry—overwhelming, confusing, and yet the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.
With another suck and curl of my fingers, Brianna fell apart in my arms, pleasure overtaking her like I’d never seen before. There was nothing soft about how she came, her screams loud enough to wake the entire hotel. How had anyone ever let her go? Shewas a fucking goddess when she fell apart, and all I could do was sit back and bask in her heat.
When she stopped trembling, she chewed on her lower lip, her doubts erasing her earlier confidence. Her eyes darted down to my rigid cock, pulsing, hard and heavy through the dark material of my jeans. “I, uh, I could take care of that for you.”
I lifted from my knees, shifting to press her back into the panel of the door. “You’re going to, angel. I’m going to bury myself so far inside you, you’ll feel me for days.” Her cheeks flushed, but for the first time, it didn’t seem like nerves. It was more like excitement. Her pulse pounded under her slick skin, and I ran my fingers along the column of her throat. I forced myself away from her long enough to look around the hotel room. It was similar to my set-up, with a small living room and two bedrooms off it. “Which room is yours? Unless you’d like me to fuck you right here?”
Brianna’s mouth dropped open, and then she was pushing back on my chest, rushing through the room without looking over her shoulder, as if she knew I’d follow, which I did without hesitation. Honestly, nothing could have turned me away at this point. When was the last time a hookup left me this needy?
