A soft snore comes from the other side of the sofa. Our legs are tangled together because even in sleep, my body reaches for him. This man. He makes me feel so safe and comfortable, which is not a feeling I’ve ever felt regarding men, so it’s both exhilarating and terrifying.
I study his face in the moonlight, relaxed in sleep. God, he looks more like a model than an ex-hockey player. He’s incredibly hot. His silky black hair is begging me to run my fingers through it. A fringe of black lashes is covering those mesmerizing sapphire eyes that I just want to get lost in. Even the five o’clock shadow on his chiseled jawline only adds to his appeal.
Those gorgeous eyes flutter open, and he gives me a sleepy smile. It’s both sexy and sweet, making my heart speed up.
“Hey there, pretty lady.” His voice is deliciously growly. It lights up my whole body, hardening my nipples while my stomach flutters with anticipation.
“Hey there, handsome,” I respond quietly. The late-night darkness gives the room an intimate feel. It’s heavy with the weight of our shared attraction. That’s a new feeling for me, and I want more. He moves until he’s next to me, and we’re snuggled up, our bodies connected on the huge sofa cushion.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, as he reaches out to brush a stray hair off my face in a sweet caress. I lean into his hand, enjoying the feel of it against my cheek. I know that I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I want to touch him.
“So much better. Like myself again.”
I adjust my position until our faces are closer together, his hand still cupping my cheek. He’s staring at my bottom lip, eyes heated. He’s so warm against me, and I can feel the hard lines of his body against the softness of mine. I lick my lips, dry from sleep. His eyes darken, and he lets out a low groan.
“You are so beautiful.” His husky voice speaks directly to the ache between my legs. Reaching out with his other hand, he wraps it around the back of my neck and pulls me closer.
“You make me want things I shouldn’t,” he whispers before moving in to cover my lips with his, and I’m lost in the feel of his kiss.
His lips are surprisingly soft, and his gentle kiss whispers lightly across my lips like he’s asking permission. I open, giving it, and swipe my tongue across his, the wet heat of his mouth pulling me in. He deepens the kiss, tangling his tongue with mine until it takes on a life of its own. Desire pools between my thighs, and I arch toward him. I thread my fingers through his hair, desperate to bring his mouth close while trying to steady the roar of heat we’re creating.
He moves to sit up, grabbing my waist with a growl as he pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his thighs, his hard cock pressing against my core as it clenches with need. The ache inside me intensifies, my clit pulsing against his hard length. Moaning, I grind down on his erection, my clit searching for friction. I feel him growing harder as his breathing ramps up. He pulls me impossibly closer, and I melt into him.
Finally, he pulls away from me reluctantly, breathing hard and heavy. Our foreheads touch as we both try to gain some control. I’m panting because, holy shit, that was the most intense experience I’ve ever had with a man. I can’t believe how turned on I am right now.
“Kissing you is better than any fantasy, baby, but I need to know you’re okay with this,” he murmurs, eyes intent on mine.
I couldn’t care less about being his boss at this moment. He’s taking me places I’ve never been, and I want more.
“So okay. More. Please,” I whisper, giving my consent.
His eyes darken, and he gives me a wicked look before pulling me close, his hand caressing my cheek. The kiss that follows isn’t just a kiss. It’s a claim. This man is all in right now, devouring my mouth, the heat of his tongue seeking mine, exploring. It’s everything I never knew I wanted. My body is on fire for him, my breasts aching and clit pulsing. I want him to give me everything, and I’m not even sure what everything is.
My hands have a mind of their own, tracing the muscles of his chest through his shirt. Exploring every dip and divot. Jesus, is that a six-pack? This man has the body of a Greek god, and I’m ready to explore every inch of it with my lips and tongue. That’s not a thought I’ve ever had before.
His hands fall to my hips, and he groans as his lips move away from my mouth to that sensitive spot by my ear. Shivers run up and down my spine as his breath ghosts along my neck, his lips branding me with their heat.
I moan and fist his hair again. It’s so silky and soft. He hums his approval, and I can tell he likes the feel of it.
“So good, Damon,” I whine, as he nips the spot at the base of my neck and then soothes it with his tongue.
“Yeah? You like this? Hmm?” He nibbles and licks his way up my neck again.
“Oh God, yes. More,” I manage to croak out.
“More what, Jos? I need your words, beautiful.” He sucks on the skin at my neck, and I gasp at the intensity of my reaction.
Who knew making out with Damon would be so fucking hot? Not me, which is an unfortunate comment about my past experiences. That thought makes me frown. He sees it immediately, so attuned to me and my moods.
“Get out of your head, beautiful. Whatever it is, we’ll worry about it tomorrow,” he murmurs, lips trailing over my collarbone and back up my neck, leaving me breathless with need.
I don’t point out that it is tomorrow, but I do dismiss my wayward thoughts, bringing the focus back to that sinful mouth of his. He rewards me by kissing me deeply until my body is burning with need. I get lost in our connection, our tongues dueling until I’m clinging to him, desperate for the feeling of his mouth on my skin. With a growl, his lips trail fire to the shell of my ear again. His breathless whisper is my undoing, and I can’t help the hungry moans that escape my lips.
“I need to touch you, Jos. Is that okay?” His breath is hot and heavy with desperate passion. It’s the consent question again, and the respect it implies tugs at my heartstrings.
“Yes, yes, please!” I’m begging for his touch, and I don’t care. His hand moves to my hips before sliding up under the delicate fabric of my blouse. I gasp at the heat from his fingers against my skin. He feels so damn good, stroking up my back with one hand while exploring my breasts withanother. My breath quickens. He pulls my shirt over my head, my lacy bra following, quickly, like he can’t wait another minute.
“I love your skin, baby. So soft, like silk.” That growly voice, it’s full of sin and dark desire and makes my body hum with arousal.
