We can just talk if that's what you want. Talk and sleep together, and I mean 'sleep' as in catching some Z's.
Men never wanted that. Bang and run, that was the usual way things went. Either that or bang and fall asleep.
This is your night, Heidi. You set the pace, you decide what you want to do, and you tell me what you want me to do.
Damian had kept that promise. He never did anything I didn't want. If I had told him not to make love to me, I was sure he would've stopped. But I hadn't wanted him to. Even while part of me panicked, the rest of me reveled in the sweet, sensual glory of Damian loving my body.
"Don't be shy," he'd said last night. " If there's something you want me to do that I'm not doing, tell me."
Then he'd assured me he would never push me too far sexually, and he'd know exactly what I needed and when. I couldn't deny he had known, almost like he could read my mind. Maybe a palm reading genuinely did provide supernatural insight.
There are many kinds of hot sex, and I'm about to give you the kind you need the most, even if you don't realize it yet.
Had I needed sweet, sensual, loving sex? Since I'd never experienced that kind before, I couldn't say for sure whether I'd needed it. Oh, who was I kidding? I'd needed it, he gave it to me, and now I had to deal with the consequences of letting him make love to me.
One of the last things he'd said to me before we fell asleep replayed in my mind, as clearly as if he were whispering it into my ear right now.I won't hurt you, not ever.
God, I wished he hadn't been so…wonderful. Walking away from him had been way too hard, and it gave me a sharp pain in the back of my throat. I barely knew Damian, but I felt like he knew me, for sure. Should I give him a chance?
A chill shivered over my skin, but a luxurious warmth swept in behind it.
If that indicated something, I refused to think about what it was.
Damian sauntered out of the woods.
That man looked as steamy-hot in jeans and a gray T-shirt as he did in his gypsy-vampire outfit. The way he had his shirt untucked made me want to push my hands up under the fabric and run them over his smooth chest. God, I loved his body. Even seeing him with clothes on made me want to lick him from head to toe, especially that beautiful dick.
Okay, I wanted him. The slickness between my thighs would've contradicted me if I'd claimed I didn't want him anymore. Getting it on with Damian had only intensified my lust for him. Avoiding the man seemed like the only prudent choice.
But I didn't want to stay away. I wanted him naked, this time with me on top. The thought terrified me, but also got me even wetter. Maybe I could have sex with him again, just once, purely to satisfy my craving for his body.
Yeah, right, I'd screw him one more time and then I'd be over it.
What kind of idiot have you become, woman?
Damian started to turn left, toward the far end of the lawn. But then he saw me, and his mouth slid into a sexy smile. He waved.
I waved back without thinking about it, spurred by a politeness reflex.
He took it as an invitation and jogged across the lawn toward where I sat.
Oh crap. I could not see or speak to Damian when I was still turned on by fantasies of him.
"What's up, Heidi?" Damian asked as he stopped beside my chair.
"Nothing. You waved, so I waved. It wasn't an invitation."
"But you wanted me to come over here." He bent to rest his hand on my chair's arm, his face way too close to mine. "Let's go for a walk. Just the two of us. I promise not to do anything you don't want me to do." He slanted in more, moving his lips to within millimeters of my ear. "I may not be awesome at everything, but I will give you the best dating you've ever had. My hand-holding will make you shiver with anticipation, and when I put my arm around your shoulders, you'll get so hot for me it'll make you weak in the knees."
"That's silly. Holding hands is not erotic."
"It is the way I do it. And I haven't even gotten to the kissing yet. One peck on the cheek will have you begging me to make you come."
My sarcastic laugh came out as a splutter. "Does this kind of thing work for you? Dirty hand-holding? Seriously? That's ridiculous."
"It's all in the delivery."
He picked up my hand, simply cradling it in his.