Page 19 of Insatiable

He intended to make this morning unforgettable, too.

Twelve.

“Well, I’ll have to do something about that, won’t I?” he said, already interested again in doing just that. His cock was still wet from their last joining, yet he was growing hard again. He felt like Superman, like a male virgin in a harem, like...like a thirty-year-old man who could still get it up eight times in a night. Christ, he might not be able to walk or take a piss for the next few days, but any sacrifices were entirely worth it.

“I’ll understand if you’re just not up to it,” she said with a pitying smile.

“Anybody tell you you’ve got a smart mouth?”

“Only everybody who’s ever met me.”

He leaned over and busied that mouth with a slow, deep kiss. They’d kissed over and over during the night hours, but still, every time his lips met hers, he felt a jolt of excitement course through him all over again.

He wasn’t sure what to call it, but there was no doubt he’d fallen hard and fast into a sexual addiction for the woman in his bed. Her beauty had stunned him at first sight, her wit had interested him, her intelligence intrigued him. Her sensuality, however, had captured him, holding him in its grip, until he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to be the same again.

Sex, certainly, would never be the same—not with anyone else. Right now, he couldn’t imagine of another woman on the planet who could tempt him away from the arms of his bewitching Vixen Viv. She had somehow made him forget all of his problems and daily stresses. With her, he became a creature of pure sensation. Damien couldn’t remember another night in his life when he’d been as sexually satisfied, as well as simply happy.

“Roll over,” he murmured, suddenly envisioning a unique way he could pleasure her.

She smiled lazily. “Well, as much as I like that, it’s not exactly something we didn’t do last night.”

He managed to bite back a wolfish howl at those memories. “It’s not that. Just roll over.” He nibbled her jaw. “I’ll make you glad you did.”

She licked her lips, eyeing him through a strand of soft, blond hair. “If you mean, uh...that is, I’ve never...”

He laughed softly, immediately understanding what she was getting at. Embarrassed Viv was utterly charming. “No condoms, remember?” he reminded her. “No, I don’t have to fuck your gorgeous ass to make you come again.”

She hissed out a breath, that flush rising higher. Now, though, it wasn’t embarrassment. She was interested, intrigued. Holy shit, the woman continued to amaze him. Admitting flat out what he wanted turned her on, and could say the same thing about himself. But he hadn’t expected her to be so open to utterly any possibility. Even one he hadn’t really been talking about.

“You really are wicked, aren’t you?” he asked, admiration mixing with laughter in his tone.

“You’d better believe it.”

“Good. Then roll over.”

Sighing happily, she did, presenting him with a beautiful back, each delineated vertebrae demanding attention. The curves of that pert butt stopped his heart, and her shapely legs seemed long enough to wrap around him twice.

He moved over her, nudging her legs apart and lying between them. But while she lifted her hips invitingly, silently inviting him to slide right into all that juicy heat, he had something else in mind.

Not that he hadn’t loved taking her like this last night. His front to her back, both of them on their knees, or once while they stood outside on the patio, overlooking the Potomac and the Capitol dome. She’d gripped the railing, he’d gripped her hips and they’d done all but bay at the moon.

Still...that lucky number twelve called.

He began to kiss his way down her spine, tasting the tiny indentations, nibbling each curve and line. When he reached the base, he paused, tormenting her. He knew she was wondering what he was up to, that she was waiting for him to move up, to glide into her soft heat from behind.

He didn’t. Instead, he moved down, sliding his tongue along her coccyx, and farther.

She hissed. “What are you...?”

“Shh. I’m going for the even dozen here.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he offered her a wicked smile as he lifted her hips up. His steady gaze demanded she let him do what he wanted. She held his look, silent, her expression torn between shock and primal hunger. Her throat worked as she swallowed, hard, and she caught her lip between her teeth. Convention was telling her to close her legs, roll over, create some distance.

Excitement made her remain exactly where she was.

He smiled at her, nodding his approval that she was following him where he led.

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