Page 6 of The Rancher's Plain Jane Wife

I'm sorry, Damian. I'll happily be a masochistic Sub for you, but not now. Not over this. Not when I think God gave you to me.

So instead of stopping, I tried harder, and this time I dared to lick his lower lip with my tongue. He probably wouldn't believe me at this point, but the truth was, I had never kissed a guy in my entire life. I liked my novels racy, though, and all those pages read totally paid off when I felt Damian's lean, hard body jerk against mine.

"Fuck."

My handsome Dom do so loved to curse, but I didn't mind at all. I found it absolutely sexy, and a hundred times sexier was the way he suddenly had me backed against the wall, which felt like a scene straight out of my favorite steamy romance.

"Damn you."

The words made me want to giggle even as my toes curled hard at the rough rasp of his voice. All this cussing was a turn on, but if I told him that, Damian would probably turn himself into a monk just to be perverse.

"Remember," he grated out. "You wanted this."

I do. I will.

But there was no time to answer, with Damian already fisting my hair as he bent his head down and sucked on my tongue hard.

Oooooooooooooh.

It was like being struck by a lightning bolt of pleasure, and the hands that I kept clenched behind my back moved on their own, first to clutch at his shirt, but when he angled my head to deepen the kiss, it suddenly didn't feel enough, and my hands moved up to press against his chest. Which was pure muscle, and so darn sexy it had me whimpering against his lips.

When I heard the elevator chime out as its doors slid open, I half-expected, half-dreaded the kiss ending, and it did...but only for Damian to sweep me up in his arms.So it wasn't over then?I pulled back a little, cautiously hopeful, and as soon as our gazes met, he said grimly, "It's too late for you to back out."

Oh!

I quickly hid my face against his neck so he wouldn't catch me smiling.Silly, handsome Damian.The thought of backing out hadn't even crossed my mind, and there was only excitement and a rather sensual thrill of fear when I felt him take his card key out to unlock his door.

His room was a suite, and since Josiah had booked the same type of room for my mom and me, I had a fair idea of how much it cost. Did that mean he was well off then? It would be nice if it were so, but honestly, it didn't matter. As much as I loved to tease Naomi by pretending to be an airhead, she had raised me too well to be one, and I totally didn't need a guy to make a living for me or—-oh my God!

My mental ramblings came to an abrupt halt when I felt Damian laying me down on his massive bed, and I found myself staring up at his gorgeous face. The bedside lamp's incandescent lighting cast shadows along his jaw, emphasizing its contours. Our gazes locked when I raised my fingers to trace one edge, and after a moment he reached for my hand, and I caught my breath when he nibbled on the tip of my fingers.

After releasing my hand, he asked softly, "Nervous?"

"Just a little," I admitted.

"Shall I let you go then?"

I shook my head right away, not even having to think of this, and I saw his jaw clench at the speed of my response.

"So be it."

My entire body started tingling as I watched Damian lower his head, and my breasts swelled and ached under the tight bodice of my dress the moment I felt the heat of his breath caress my skin.

"Fuck."

And the weight of his powerful body was finally pressing down against me.

Oh God.

For one long moment, it was just his lips and tongue, and he was such a masterful kisser that it was more than enough. He kissed me long and hard, kissed me to the point that my thoughts disintegrated, kissed until I moaned against his lips and gasped for breath as soon as he lifted his head.

"Damian."

He growled at hearing his name on my lips.

"Fuck."

And then his hands were moving swiftly to undress me: first, my jacket, then my dress, and in seconds, I was down in my undies. For a fleeting second, I felt self-conscious and panicky -what if he didn't like how I looked? What if he thought my body too curvy?I started to cover myself, anxiety making me tremble, but the moment I raised my hands, Damian's voice whipped over me in a command.

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