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I nod, my cheek against his firm chest. “Yes. That was…”

“Incredible,” he finishes, tightening his arms around me.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.

Being in his arms is so comfortable, so very right, and my eyes flutter closed. He keeps playing with my hair and it’s lulling me to sleep. The feel of his warm, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close, lets me know I’m safe and, before I realize it, I’m drifting off to sleep as the fire crackles beside us.

My dreams are filled with Damon. All I can see are his dark, intense eyes and his slightly spicy smell infiltrates me. I can still taste his kisses and in my dreams I arch up into his touches. I never thought I would find someone like him. He soothes me on every level and I know we jumped into things fast, but he made it clear he can only promise me one glorious night.

Although, technically, he did say whatever happens here stays here. Kind of like Vegas. So I’m thinking if we have another couple of nights, it only makes sense to enjoy each other’s company. Nothing wrong with that, right? Especially when the attraction between us is dangerously, uncontrollably combustible and burning out of control.

Whatever happens, I refuse to regret sleeping with Damon and for however long this lasts, I’m going to revel in each and every moment.

I’m not sure how long I sleep but at some point my eyes flutter open and I’m no longer in Damon’s arms. It must be the middle of the night and I look over to see Damon laying next to me, staring into the fire.

“Why’re you awake?” I ask, rubbing my eyes and moving closer.

“I put another log on the fire,” he says. “And I didn’t want to wake you up by pulling you back in for a cuddle.”

I stretch out across his body. “You can always wake me—with cuddles or kisses or however you see fit.”

He arches a brow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Definitely.” I lazily trace a finger around his flat nipple then slide my hand through the light dusting of hair on his chest. He’s so masculine and beyond sexy in every possible way. When I think about the things we did, about the things I still want to do with him, my mouth waters. “The night isn’t over, you know.”

He trails his fingers up and down my spine in a feather light caress. “Aren’t you sore?”

“A little,” I admit, “but I can think of some things that we can still do. That I can do for you.”

Heat flares in his eyes. “You don’t have to do anything, Carlotta. I want this night to be about you.”

“But—”

“No, buts, sweetheart. If you’re feeling frisky—and you’re up to it—I’m going to take care ofyou.”

“But what about you?”

“I’m fine for the time being.”

Oh, well, that’s certainly unexpected. I was inferring a blow job and I can’t imagine many men would’ve just said what Damon did. God, he’s a gentleman on top of being a consummate lover. How am I ever going to walk away from this man?

“So, tell me. Is there something you need…something you want?” he asks, voice husky. Once again, he starts toying with my hair and I let out a soft sigh.

I nod, sending him my most seductive look.

“What?”

Oh, God, he’s going to make me say it. “You,” I murmur, hoping to get away with that simple answer. But, of course, he doesn’t accept only that.

“No, sweetheart, I need you to say the words. Tell me exactly what my dirty, little girl wants. And then I will give it to you.”

There’s one thing that I especially enjoyed, but how do I tell him I want oral sex? God, that’s embarrassing.

“Lottie, tell me,” he orders.

I let out a low breath and blink. “I want…” But the words get stuck in my throat.

“You want what, sweetheart?” He trails his hand over my ass, palming it, squeezing the flesh.

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