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Chapter3

Damien

RECKLESS AND LOVING IT!

“Do you want to come inside?” I ask. Lust knots in my stomach, vibrating in my thighs. I want this. I want him, even if it’s just one night.

Damien’s gaze intensifies, his desire mirroring my own.

“You sure that’s what you want?” he asks, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Those stormy blue eyes fixate on me. When he finds whatever he is searching for, his lips hover over mine, and he groans. “You’re a surprise, Bella.”

He kisses me, and my head spins as the passion between us escalates, my entire body aching with a need I didn’t know I had until now. Somehow, we reach the patio, and in between whimpers and moans, I get my keys out of my purse and unlock the door.

Inside, Damien’s hands roam free, skirting under my top, palming my breast, his thumb circling my already painfully tight nipple through the thin fabric of my bra.

Desperate for more of his touch, I arch against him, liquid heat pooling in my core.

He groans, shrugging off his leather jacket, as my fingers find the hem of his t-shirt and the abs beneath it. His chest, arms, and shoulders bunch in a beautiful symphony of muscle and sinew as he pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor with his jacket.

“Bella.” His breath is ragged, and his intense gaze locks on me. My belly does that fluttering thing when I see the primal look there. I could get lost in him, in the stormy blue eyes that threatened to devour me. “Do you want me to stop?”

I know I’ll probably regret this in the morning. I don’t do one-night stands. But I need this, crave it.

“I want this,” I tell him, my voice barely sounding like my own.

Another deep groan rumbles in his chest, and he lifts me in one swift movement. My legs straddle his waist, and my fingers dive into his thick hair as his lips find mine again. I can feel the hard length of his erection pressing against my belly through the fabric of his jeans, and I whimper, arching against him.

“Bedroom?” he asks against my mouth.

“There.” I nod to the second door on the right, my lips never leaving his.

I lose track of time, of everything except Damien’s touch, his kiss, as he lays me down on the bed and slides my jeans over my thighs, then removes my shirt and bra. I squirm beneath him, sparks racing across my skin as his touch teases the bare flesh at my hip. I clutch at him, digging my fingers into his back, my body aching for more.

“Damien!” His name is a gasp as his fingers slide beneath my panties. I arch against his palm, needing more, begging for release.

He pushes himself up to kneel between my thighs and undoes his belt and the top button of his jeans.

I soak him in. Every delectable inch. Broad shoulders, powerful muscles that define his chest and arms, and the dark patch of hair that disappears beneath his pants.

He’s so freaking sexy.

My fingertips trail across his abs, then lower. He groans and moves to the edge of the bed, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs so he’s standing naked, his thick, long erection straining towards me.

Oh my god, he’s incredible to look at.

That cocky smirk is back on his lips, and I know he’s fully aware of how hot he is. “Like what you see?”

“Pretty impressive,” I say with a slight tease, a smile tugging at my lips as he crawls back onto the bed.

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