Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Where?” I bravely asked him, feeling much bolder and more confident than I ever had before.
“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured.
My heart was hammering wildly in my chest. “Maybe,” I said in a voice just as low.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat. “We’ll see how bold you are after dinner,” he told me, a sensual promise in his eyes.
Oh, boy.
I had two more cups of that amazing coffee, and I also managed to scarf down two helpings of an amazing chili they served. Damien had looked at it all as if it was one of the oddest combinations in his life—chili and coffee—but I was pleased.
Coffee could go with anything.
My hand was clasped tightly in Damien’s as he led me out to his car. I squeaked in alarm when Damien suddenly backed me up against the cool metal. Without warning, he fisted a handful of my red hair and yanked my head back before lowering his lips to mine. I moaned into the kiss, my lips parting, and his tongue plundered my mouth, learning every curve of it. He made a greedy, growling sound in the back of his throat, and his free hand gripped my waist, tugging me harder against him all while pressing my back more against the car.
“Damien,” I moaned when he parted our lips and began to run his mouth down my neck, flicking his tongue out lazily against my skin. I moaned again, squirming against him.
“Tell me you want this, darlin’, and I’ll take you to my house right now and fuck you absolutely stupid on my bed.”
Oh, God.
Smart, sensible Hayley would step back, order him to take her home, and probably never speak to him again. Smart, sensible Hayley didn’t sleep with guys on the first date. Hell, not even the third.
But this Hayley—this hot, bothered Hayley—she wanted Damien to fuck her ten ways to Sunday.
“Yes,” I mewled. “Take me home,” I begged him. Every sensible and rational thought fled when I was with Damien. I didn’t know why, and I was too far stuck in his trap to care.
He kissed me again, a bit softer this time, before he wrenched open the passenger door, letting me sit down. My heart was beating erratically against my breastbone, and my stomach was clenching. For once, my mind was silent.
Honestly, maybe it should have spoken up.
Maybe I wouldn’t be making a dumb decision. But I couldn’t think past the clenching of my pussy and the lust for Damien that was pulsing through my veins.
The second he pulled into his garage and we were out of his car, his hands were on me. His mouth took mine in a deep, hungry kiss—hungrier than the one we’d shared back at the coffee shop. The way we were going at each other was savage and a bit destructive. We tore at each other’s clothes, leaving a trail in our wake on the way to his bedroom. I was pretty sure I ruined his shirt when I ripped it open.
A sound that was a mix between a cry and a moan slipped from my lips when he slid his fingers between my thighs. “So wet,” he rasped. “That all for me, darlin’?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Damien—”
He laid me out on the bed. His lips met mine again. “I need you,” he growled. “You make me fucking crazy.”
I grabbed his cock in my hand, too lost in this thing between us to be ashamed of my boldness. I urged him towards my pussy, needing him inside me. Some women wanted foreplay, but at that moment, I just wanted Damien inside me.
“Woman—”
“Please,” I pleaded.
With a growl, he thrust inside of me. His arms moved under me. His hands curled around my shoulders.
And he fucked me.
He ruined me.
After that night with Damien, I would never be the fucking same again. I knew it deep down in my bones.
3
I jerked awake. The bed was being jostled, and it had my heart knocking around in my chest. I quickly sat up, clutching the blanket to my naked chest as I watched Damien yank his jeans on.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, my voice husky with sleep.
He yanked his shirt over his head. “Go back to sleep, darlin’. I need to go take care of something.”
I frowned. He just expected me to stay in his house by myself? “That’s a weird request,” I mumbled, voicing how I was feeling.
He laughed softly and glanced up at me from beneath his long, dark lashes. “What’s weird about it?”
I shrugged. I was half asleep, uncaffeinated, and my body was still very worn out from Damien using it for his pleasure for hours. And when I said hours, I meant fucking hours. “I don’t even know your last name,” I grumbled, flopping back onto the bed.