“Did Lacey and Claudia say something to you?”
Damien shook his head slowly.“No.Not about whatever you think they said.They both said they really like you and think we’re good together.What are you asking about?”
She sighed heavily.“I told them I thought this would be over when I was safe.That you were… that this was just because of the situation we’re in.”
Damien pressed a kiss to the center of her palm.“I already told you that isn’t the case.”
“I know.I have a hard time trusting people.Including myself.”
“I don’t,” he said casually.“I rely on my instincts all too often.In my career, I have to.I have a sense of things sometimes, not always right, but I’ve learned to let it guide me.”
“What is it saying right now?”
He smirked.“That our breakfast is going to get cold.”
She matched his smirk.“Why is that?”
He licked her palm, making her fingers curl.The soft inhale of breath told him she was on board.“Because I can’t wait to have you again.To feel you come on my tongue.To slide deep inside you and listen to the sounds you make.To?—”
“Stop telling me what you’re going to do and actually do it,” she breathed.
“Yes, ma’am.”He kissed his way up her arm, pausing at her elbow to slick his tongue over the creases on her skin.
“How do you make something like my elbow feel good?”she whispered, her voice full of wonder.
He chuckled against her flesh.“We have erogenous zones all over.Not just the places we think of.”He pulled her closer, nipping the tender skin on the underside of her bicep.
She gasped, the sound coming out as a half-moan.
Damien smiled as he continued his exploration of her body.He wanted to learn every inch of her.Every sound she made.Every spot that made her feel good.
She turned her head when he made a move to lick below her ear and nudged him out of the way.She kept moving, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss he was all too willing to share.
He let Harmony lead the kiss, her tongue searching his mouth the way his did her arm.She grabbed for his body, cementing their connection.
Damien covered her body with his, following her path as she laid back on his couch.She made space for him between her legs, and he settled in, not feeling the need to rush.They had time.They needed time.He wanted her to know his words weren’t empty.They weren’t words he tossed around.They were words he’d never said to a woman before because he’d never felt them before.
Harmony’s nails raked over his scalp, drawing goosebumps on his skin as she trailed her hands down his bare back.She cupped his ass, dragging him against her.
He felt her heat through the thin layer of his flannel pants.She was bare beneath the tee she pulled on when they rolled out of bed in search of coffee and food.He thrust against her, groaning and feeling the spiral of lust that never seemed to dissipate around her.Would he ever stop wanting her the way he did?He hoped not.
She gasped for breath, pulling away from the kiss.Her hands didn’t slow, clutching at him and encouraging him to keep going.
He had a better idea.
Damien bared his teeth and slid them over her jawline to her ear.He nipped at the spot behind her ear, then trailed his teeth over the cords on her neck to where they turned toward her shoulder.
Harmony moaned and writhed against him, her words nonsensical as he worked her shirt up with one hand and jumped the line of fabric with his teeth.
He dropped his knees to the floor and pushed her foot down to stay between her legs.He dragged his teeth over her flesh, toying with one breast in his fingers while he nipped at the other.
She moaned and pushed her breast into his mouth.He greedily sucked her mound deeper, not letting her retreat when the pleasure skyrocketed.“Oh, fuck.Damien.”
He danced his fingers over her body, skimming her curves as he made space for his hand between them.He didn’t tease her before plunging two fingers into her wet warmth.
“Yes,” she moaned, her core clenching around his fingers and greedily sucking them deeper.“Damien.”
He tongued her nipple before biting the tip.Her hips rocked against his hand, searching for the pressure she needed to send her over the edge, but he didn’t give it to her, twisting his hand to avoid grinding the heel against her clit.
