Page 79 of Hard Rock Heat
Chapter Twenty-Four
We didn't even makeit into my apartment before Damon's mouth latched onto mine. Key still in the lock, he pushed me up against the door. With two hands on my hips, he brought us together, the proof of his arousal against mystomach.
I turned my head away with a gasp. "Let's go inside," I said on anexhale.
He captured my lipsagain.
"Can't wait that long," he murmured into mymouth.
"I'm not having sex in the hallway," I said betweenkisses.
"Where's your sense ofadventure?"
"I've been adventurous enough for oneday."
I reached behind myself, unlocked the door and twisted the knob. The weight of Damon's body against mine nearly sent us tumbling down as the door swung open. He caught me before we could fall into a heap of tangled limbs. With a kick of his heel, the door slammed closed. He pinned me to it again, this time from the other side. I didn'tprotest.
Our tongues slid against each other's, wet and hot. Our hands roamed freely. My fingers explored the firm valleys of his inked arms, running up and down from shoulder to wrist. I didn't know why, but there was something exceptionally tempting about a man'sforearms.
Damon shoved his knee between my legs, spreading them and hiking my skirt up. His hands skimmed up my thighs, fingertips playing at the elastic of my panties. They were still damp from ouradventurousactivities that night. Thankfully, Damon had waited until I got back from the ladies room to take out the toy before ushering me out of the restaurant and into hiscar.
I'd felt empty and needy the entire car ride back to my place. The toy had been fun, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same. My body craved Damon. It longed for him. Only he could fulfill the hunger insideme.
But as much as I wanted him inside me, there was something else I wanted evenmore.
I pulled away a few inches. Damon made a sound of protest. That sound turned choked the moment I slipped to my knees in front of him, sitting back on myheels.
I was faced with his firm length, hidden by dark denim and growing harder every minute. My mouth watered, knowing what was waiting for me. I parted my lips in a silent sigh. Damon let out agroan.
"You want to taste me, sweetness?" heasked.
I nodded, moaning. His hips twitched involuntarily, the tip of his cock just barely brushing my lips. He groaned again, eyes squeezingshut.
"Been thinking about fucking that sweet mouth for ages," he said, voice turningrough.
With no warning, I leaned forward and sucked the head into my mouth. I savored the raspy curse that left his lips, deriving an almost devilish glee fromit.
Damon seemed to take joy in driving me crazy. It was my turnnow.
His tasted of salt and soap and something distinctly Damon, something strong and raw. He let out a choked groan as I sucked the head harder, pressing my lips into a firmO.
Damon's head tipped back, eyes closed. He buried his fingers in my hair, a gentle caress, and set the pace as I sucked andlicked.
"Your mouth is so fucking sweet," hemurmured.
I slid down further, taking more of him in, the wetness of my lips easing the way. He lay hot and heavy on my tongue, a satisfying weight. I bobbed up and down, taking him a bit further each time, using my tongue to flick andswirl.
The onslaught of sensations had Damon making the most delicious sounds. Gasps and growls and rough curses. But I wanted to hear more. Needed to hear more. I needed to feel him fallapart.
I close my eyes and continued playing with the head, waiting for just the right moment, enjoying the tease. Damon's fist tightened in my hair and his low growls became deep. Needy.Impatient.
I bobbed my head down and sucked him fully into mymouth.
"Fuck—!" Damon groaned loudly, slamming his palm against the door to keep from falling forward. His breathing wentragged.
I smiled inwardly, pleased with myself. But when I opened my eyes, I saw there were still quite a few inches left to go. I let out a quick huff of surprise through my nose. Maybe I wouldn't be able to take him all the way afterall.
"Faith— you— ah, fuck—" Damon couldn't even speak in coherent sentences. His chest heaved with every laboredbreath.
