Suckled me...
I flew apart so hard and fast that I screamed aloud. Waves of pleasure rocked me, pounding through my feminine muscles with delectable intensity. I writhed against the floor and against Damien, my legs twitching, but he never relinquished his hold on me, urging me higher with a few final devastating flicks of his talented tongue.
My breath gone, my senses stunned, I was grateful when he levered himself up to wrap me in his strong arms. He kissed my shoulder. My neck. Nipped my ear while the aftershocks continued to fire through me.
“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly, his concern as evident as his hunger.
My heart melted for this amazing man, and I fell a little more for him even as I knew I probably shouldn’t.
“Way better than okay,” I managed to reply with an effort. I kissed his cheek, unable to process all the things going through my brain, even as the pleasure still coursed through my body. The way Damien made me feel really hammered home how thoroughly I’d been deceived as a naive teen. Sex was so much more amazing than I ever could have guessed. And technically, we hadn’t even had it yet. I smiled. “I don’t think I have words for how that felt.”
A very male grin told me he liked that answer.
“Ready for more?” he asked, his voice practically a growl.
And yes, mine was practically a purr. Mind-blowing satisfaction apparently could do that to a woman.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
* * *
HIS HANDS SHOOK.
Damien almost couldn’t believe it when he saw his fingers tremble as he smoothed aside Miranda’s hair and kissed her. Partly that tremor was from holding back. But he’d be fooling himself if he thought that was the only reason. This thing happening between them was about a whole lot more than sex.
His feelings for her were growing faster than he could deal with them. And he hadn’t even been inside her yet. Ignoring the implications of that, since he was in no position to think about it now, Damien focused on what mattered.
Her.
“Are you warm enough?” He ran a hand up her silky thigh. Her skin had cooled while he’d pleasured her, and he didn’t want anything distracting her from what was about to happen.
He needed her totally in the moment with him.
“I’m plenty warm, thanks to you,” she teased, rocking her hips against his as she reached for the condom stash on the tub deck.
He ground his teeth together, willing himself to go slow. To take his time. He didn’t intend to get so caught up in what he wanted that he lost sight of what she needed. He wanted to blot out every memory of the bastard who’d hurt her.
“But if any part of this gets chronicled in fiction, I want it to be just right.” He figured it would be better to keep the moment light, to help her focus on him and not think about the past.
“Fiction will favor you, Damien Fraser.” She grinned and ran her hands up and down his arms while he rolled on a condom. “In fact, I know a certain writer who will sing your praises in lavish prose that will make other women long to meet you.”
“I’ve got the woman I want to meet,” he admitted as he sheathed himself, then kissed her.
She sighed in his arms, wrapping herself around him and letting him take over. For just a moment, he allowed himself to look at her, her eyes closed and her features relaxed while he kissed her.
Miranda Cortland was so beautiful. Earrings studded the rim of her ear. Tattooed eyeliner stamped both eyelids. But neither distracted him from the delicate loveliness beneath. She could wear all the flower stickers she wanted on her nails. All the crazy clothes. He’d still see the vulnerable sweetness bolstered by steely determination. A woman who’d found a way to overcome old hurts and find a new life for herself.
The need to protect her threatened to steal the moment, so he gave her the only thing he could. Steadying her thighs, he reached between them to tease the tender bud of her sex. Reawaken the heat he’d kindled earlier. Her eyes flew open, locking on his while her lips rounded on a breathy gasp.
He took her mouth with his, claiming a kiss. To his surprise, she trailed a tentative touch up the ridge of his shaft, setting off a reaction so strong that sweat popped along his forehead. He couldn’t hold back.
Hooking an arm around her waist, he lifted her against him. Positioned her right where he needed her. He entered her gently, carefully. He guessed it had been a long time for her.
He hadn’t anticipated how much she wanted him. So when her legs locked around his waist and she thrust her hips forward, he had to bite his tongue to hold himself in check.
Focusing on the sound of the bubbling water behind them, instead of the sweet, needy noises she made in the back of her throat, Damien waited until he had control of himself before he moved again. Guided her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm with his.