Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Have you ever been married?”
He lets out a deep chuckle that warms me from head to toe. “No. God, is this how an interrogation feels like? Officially, I’ve never been married. Unofficially, I’m married to my job.”
I sag with relief, and of course, he notices. “Were you worried?”
“No! I-I mean… Kind of… Yes. Yes, I was worried.”
“No need to worry, baby. This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way.”
That confession gives me an extra boost of courage. It’s like I’m finding these small pieces of myself with him. “Stop the car.”
He turns and raises his brow but does as he’s told.
He pulls to the shoulder and the car rolls to a stop. We sit in the quiet of the parked car, the only sound is my heavy breathing. “Damien, do you like me?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you touch me unless I ask you to?”
“Because you’re still too raw and vulnerable, and I don’t wanna take advantage of you.”
“But if I take advantage of you, would you mind?”
“Fuck, Dani. Take whatever you want.”
His hands reach over and he easily lifts me off my seat, bringing me to his lap. His eyes zero in on my mouth while I straddle him, hands looping around his neck.
Damien runs a thumb and tugs on my bottom lip, eyes hooded, before he leans forward and kisses me hard. Fireworks explode in my body, and on instinct, I move my hips, electricity passing through me when I rub against his hard bulge.
Yes, Damien. Yes.
I whimper in protest when he pulls away, but he lowers his head to trail kisses down the column of my throat, along my jaw, and inside the shell of my ear.
I’m pulsing with need, and before I know it, he opens the door and gets out, his one hand under my ass as he carries me, carries me like I weigh nothing. I can’t hear anything—not the slamming of the door, not the chirps, buzzes, and hums, not the rustling of leaves, not the wind blowing through the trees.
It’s not as cold here, but maybe that’s because my body is on fire.
Damien cups the back of my neck and drives his tongue inside my mouth. When he sets me on something cold and hard, I look around and find myself on the hood, his arms on either side of me.
“What do you want, Dani?”
“You. I want you. Touch me, Damien. I’m yours. All yours.”
Damien inserts his body between my thighs and grabs my face to kiss me with urgency like he can’t get enough of me. His hands part my legs before he reaches under my shirt and cups my bare breasts, squeezing my nipples into tight, extra-sensitive peaks. I bite my lip and whimper, the sensation of having his rough pad on my nipple driving me crazy. He lifts the shirt and takes one taut bud into his mouth.
My back arches until I almost snap into two. He does the same with my other nipple, and my fingers wrap around his head, nails grazing his scalp. The slow, rolling lick of his tongue making me shudder.
When he comes back up for another kiss, I feel him tug and slide the sweatpants down to my ankles. I’m not wearing anything underneath, and the cool air brushes my velvet folds. “Wait! What are you doing?”
“Tasting you.”
“B-but…”
“You want me to stop? Tell me and I’ll do it.”
“No! No.”
I tilt my head back and breathe hard before looking at him again. “No, Damien. Don’t stop.”
Anticipation fills my senses and I can’t look away as he lowers his face and drags his tongue along my slit. I feel like someone just electrocuted me. He jerks my butt to the edge and lifts my legs over his shoulders before he licks another stripe down.
Oh. My. God.
I’ve probably died and gone to heaven. Because there’s no other way to describe it. All in all, this isn’t a bad way to go.
He makes a ragged sound as I yank his hair, and when he slides his tongue into my tight muscles, my hips push forward as if on their own volition and I tighten my legs around him. His fingers dig into my thighs, and I’m moaning and whimpering like crazy, saying his name over and over again. My brain stops functioning, and I don’t even consider the possibility that someone might pass by.
At this point, I’m beyond caring. If someone wants to watch, let them watch. I’ll go insane if Damien stops.
A knot of tension begins to wind tighter low in my belly, and I rock against him. Rock and rock and rock. Without a warning, my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer, so intense I feel like someone shook me hard, and I lie down on the hood, spent, dazed, and still coming down from the high.