Page 87 of Hard Rock Heat
"Sometimes words don'twork."
"They did this time. Promiseme."
Damon grumbled. "Ipromise."
"Thankyou."
I cleaned the wounds and rubbed in some salve. They were only a few very small cuts and they had stopped bleedingentirely.
"These look like they're going to be fine," I said. "I don't think we need to wrap you up in bandages like amummy."
"Thanks." Damon opened his legs and pulled me between them. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "You'd make a very goodnurse."
"I make an even better event planner." My face fell. "That's coming up soon. There's still so much todo."
"Hey." Damon cupped my cheeks and pulled my head down to his. "It's going to be an awesomeevent."
"I hopeso."
"I know so," he said confidently. "Because you're the one running it and you'reawesome."
I smiled. "You keep flattering me and I'll end up with an ego as big asyours."
"It's not only my ego that'sbig."
Damon pulled me closer, until our hips pressed together. His length was hardening under the zipper of hisjeans.
I raised a teasing eyebrow. "Now? Really? Don't you think you should give yourself time to recoverfirst?"
"It's that adrenaline rush," he explained. "Makes you want tofuck."
I laughed and brought my lips to his. "You never need a reason to want tofuck."
"Mm, keep talking dirty," he murmured, his mouth mere inches from mine. His hands skimmed my hips, tracing along the hem of my skirt until he found the zipper at the back. He slowly pulled it down until the skirt was loose enough to fall from my hips to the floor. His fingers went to the buttons of my blouse and undid them one by one. He pushed it off my shoulders, leaving me only in my bra and panties. He traced the bare skin of my sides, thumbs just barely brushing the undersides of my breasts. Shivers went throughme.
I tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. He immediately tossed it over his head, revealing hard muscles. I allowed myself the pleasure of running my hands all over that taut, inked skin. He was warm under my palm. His muscles twitched with every stroke up anddown.
He tugged me down to sit on his legs, legs spread on either side. He swept my long hair to the side and pressed kisses along my neck and shoulder. I moaned. He bit down. I gasped, the slight sting almost better than the soft kisses. He soothed the spot with histongue.
That fascinating hardness was rising rapidly beneath his jeans. I scooted forward as far as I could, pressing myself against him. The heat of him burned through me, even through the layers of clothing. I cupped him through the dark denim. Hehissed.
He quickly unfastened my bra with one hand and threw it to the ground. He attacked my nipples with lips and teeth and tongue. I buried my hands in his hair, holding him close. I rocked against him in time, feeling him grow harder andharder.
He growled. "Fuck, sweetness, I need to be inside you.Now."
I nodded breathlessly. He flipped us around, pressing me down against the mattress on my front, my hips digging into the side of the bed, my ass in the air. He stood behind me, running a hand up and down my back. He slowly peeled my panties off my hips and down my legs, exposing me. I shivered, knowing his eyes were fixed on me, knowing that he could see how wet I was for himalready.
He leaned down until his chest was against myback.
"You want me, sweetness?" he whispered into myear.
"Yes," I saidshakily.
"You want my cock pounding that sweet cunt ofyours?"
"Yes," Imoaned.
My insides were throbbing with want, with need. Something deep inside me ached to be filled, and Damon was the only one who could satisfyme.
