“Because I can’t wait for the bed. Just love me, Damien.”
“I do. I will.” Damien skimmed her panties off as she went on her knees and shoved her dress up to her waist. She had already unzipped his pants, and he pulled her forward with a desperate groan.
Now, everything had to be now. Mandy was his, going to be his forever, his wife. They were going to share her child, and he had to climb inside her, blend all of him with all of her in frantic mating.
He eased her down onto him, her slick, hot body wrapping around him as they both panted in out-of-control pleasure. Mandy gripped his shoulders and they moved, together, with no words, in perfect unison and perfect understanding and perfect love.
Vaguely, somewhere in the back of her sex-soaked brain, Mandy heard her cell phone going off.
“Maybe you’d better answer that. Your phone has vibrated about twelve times in the last hour.”
Mandy peeled her head off the bed with a groan. “It’s got to be my roommates. They’re worried about me.” Which was sweet, but incredibly annoying.
“I’ll get it.” Damien reached over to the nightstand. “I tossed it over here when we ripped the covers off the bed.”
Mandy let her head drop back down, sighing with satisfaction. She reached out and ran her finger across his tattoo. He had turned Jess’s name into a rather fierce looking dragon, his tongue licking at the flames he threw. It was amazingly sexy, just like Damien. The man she was going to marry.
Damn, that sounded fantastic.
“Hello?” Damien said, his voice low and scratchy from sex.
A woman’s shattering shriek pierced Mandy’s ear. And she was three feet away from the phone. Damien’s eardrum was probably damaged from that volume.
“What the hell?” Damien jerked his head back and dropped the phone.
Mandy grabbed it. “Jamie? What’s the matter?”
“Mandy?”
“Yes?” Maybe she should have answered the phone earlier. Maybe something was wrong and they were trying to reach her.
Jamie sighed. “When he answered your cell, I was so sure he’d killed you. He scared ten years off my life.”
It took Mandy a second to figure out what Jamie meant. Then she rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. Wonderful, in fact. Damien’s proposed to me and I accepted.”
“Really?” Jamie’s tone completely shifted. “That’s awesome, Mandy! I told these guys he was a nice man, just right for you.”
Mandy grinned. “Thanks, Jams. Now we’re in bed, so I’m going to hang up.”
“Oh! Absolutely. Bye, sweetie.”
Mandy dropped the phone and met Damien’s gaze. “They were a bit concerned, since they found that article and I wasn’t answering my phone.” No sense in beating about the bush.
There was a long awful moment where her words hung between them.
Then he gave a brief smile, rubbing his hand over his chin. “I guess they really care about you.”
Mandy nodded. “They’re good friends.”
“I can’t wait to get to know them and give them a more accurate impression than those articles must have given.”
Mandy was concerned that Damien might retreat from her, but he just put his hand squarely on her bum and hauled her over to him.
“But I won’t be officially meeting your roommates tonight. Or tomorrow. Or even Sunday. ”
“Why not?” She tried to sound nonchalant, but her ragged breathing and tightening nipples gave her away as he stroked, stroked, stroked.
“Because we’ll be busy getting married, that’s why. In Punta Cana.”
