Except with one key difference.
Damien pushed his tongue between her lips and met the wet heat of her mouth as she sighed with pleasure. He wanted to capture that sound, keep it, hold it with him to reflect on later, when the world tilted back on its axis and he was alone in his apartment, with his remote control and his rampant destructive thoughts.
Nails moved along his scalp as she tugged him closer, the deep, questing kiss kicking up his need a notch. He pulled away so he could stand up, take her back into the room where it was private. He wanted to take that dress off and explore her body all over again. This time he was going to map her every inch like goddamn Lewis and Clark.
But Mandy had different plans. She was grasping at his fly, making desperate little jerks at the button, her teeth grazing along his shoulder with nips.
Fuck, yeah, that felt good.
But he wanted to take it slow. Explore. Soft, gentle loving to show her he appreciated and respected her. He took her hands.
She ripped them away. “If you want to stop me, you’ll have to tie me up.”
Oh, my God. There was an image. And he really needed to fuck her.
“I want in your trousers. Now.” She tore the button out of the hole so viciously it dangled from its thread, useless.
Okay, then. “That works for me.” He held his hands out in surrender, hoping she didn’t rack him when she tried to unzip over his hard-on. “Go for it, honey.”
He certainly liked a woman who knew what she wanted, even more so when it was him. “But don’t you want to go in the room before we become oceanside entertainment?”
Since her mouth was on his nipple, sucking lightly, and her hand was dragging his zipper down, he was thinking she wasn’ttoo concerned about getting caught. But what he was feeling, what they were sharing, hell, it was private.
And he was having trouble thinking, breathing, resisting her. Another second and she was going to be dipping her fingers right over his…
Damien groaned. Damn, she had paused with her hand right over his cock. He throbbed, swelling harder into the palm of her hand, and she gave an encouraging squeeze that had him reaching for the chair, her, anything to hold him up and to keep from falling over onto her and begging.
“I suppose we could go inside,” she murmured, letting go of him so suddenly and stepping away, he almost pitched backward over the railing into the bushes below.
He might have moaned louder than he intended. But before he could even recover his balance, Mandy was passing through the door, her arms twisted behind her back like she had an itch in an unreachable spot. Damien stepped toward her, his undone pants sliding down his hips, intent on scratching whatever itch she had. With his tongue.
But her arms settled back at her sides, and he realized she had been unzipping her dress. It fell to the floor with a soft thump, and Mandy glanced back at him over her naked shoulder.
Damien’s vision blurred, his tongue suddenly three sizes too big. Damn, his grandmother was right. She had always told him if he stared at a naked woman, he’d go blind. At twelve, he’d scoffed, sure she was just trying to scare him off girls. But now he had to rethink things. Mandy was so astonishingly beautiful it seemed actually possible he could lose his sight if he looked too long.
“Thank you, God,” he said, voice hoarse, throat tight.
She turned, a wicked little smile on her face as she reached for his crotch. “Are you praying?”
“Yes, I think I am.” The swivel she’d done had been too swift, he hadn’t gotten a good view of the front of her, but he was compensated by her sidling right up to him with full skin-on-skin contact.
Her breasts crushed against him as she bent down a little and he shuddered, stealing up to cup the fullness of her flesh, test its weight, stroke over her nipple. Her flesh was hot, her hair corkscrewing in the ever-present humidity, and she smelled so seductive, like chocolate and desire and coconut sunscreen.
“Oh, babe,” he said on a satisfied sigh, skimming his lips over her shoulder as she edged his pants down his thighs. “You don’t know how good this is for me.”
“Tell me.” Mandy reached into his boxer briefs and cupped his erection.
He sucked in his breath. “Very, very good. Squeeze it. Hard.”
Her hand jerked on him, and when she glanced up at him, her cheeks were pink.
“No? Sorry, do whatever you like.”Just don’t stop, holy hell.She was holding him lightly, almost absentmindedly.
He ground his teeth, part frustration and part excitement that he was going to learn all the things Mandy liked. He looked forward to finding all the ways to arouse her, all the hot spots he could stroke or kiss or suck until she was mindless, screaming his name.
But first she was going to makehimscream. Her fingers brushed over him again, a nothing little touch of torture.
“I…” Mandy swallowed hard.
