was goading him. It was turning me on. I needed to stop.
The fingers gripping my waist dug in. Not enough to hurt but enough to confirm I had his sizzling, unwavering attention. The weight of it dripped right through to my bones. ‘You have a connection with me,’ he replied cuttingly, right before his mouth crashed on mine.
A part of me had seen this coming the moment I’d started taunting him. That part joined the rest of my body to sing with lustful joy as sparks turned into flames and engulfed me.
For two long years I’d relived the electrifying thrill of kissing Damian.
Reality was, oh, so much better.
There was no tentative exploration. Our tongues boldly stroked and duelled, dragging taste and texture from each other as my arms wound around his neck.
He pulled me roughly into his body, his feverish hands relearning my every curve. In turn, I ground those curves into him, imprinted myself against his hardness as hunger became a living, twisting entity I couldn’t control.
He rolled his hips sinuously, refreshing my memory of how expertly he could move. My fingers tunnelled into his hair, my nails scraping his scalp in a frenzied need to keep him where he was, delivering pleasure I’d been seriously starved of.
With a thick groan, his fingers dug into my ass, tugged me up tighter into his groin and pivoted me against the bar.
Heat exploded between my legs, my clit swelling with enough crazed enthusiasm to draw a whimper from me.
Damian pulled away for a scant second and eyes ablaze with carnal intent met mine. ‘You taste even better than I remember.’ One hand roved my body, caressed my ribcage, my lower back, and then palmed one breast. ‘And you’re just as lush,’ he muttered thickly before squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I cried out, jerking against his hold. ‘Ah...’
My reaction triggered a rabid response. His breathing grew harsher and his mouth returned to devour mine. Sounds continued to trip unaided from my throat and I was convinced I’d orgasm just from kissing Damian.
Abruptly he gripped my waist, lifted me up and strode purposefully towards the sofa.
The moment my back hit the cushions, he crawled over me and dragged me into another erotically charged kiss.
Urgent hands returned to my breasts.
Double the torture, double the pleasure, he moulded them, then toyed mercilessly with the stiff peaks, driving me even further insane. When desperation for oxygen drove us apart, he raised his head, staring down at me. The sight of lips bruised from our kiss and hair falling tangled by my hands, was almost too arousing to bear.
Lust and a touch of bewilderment crowded his face. ‘I didn’t think it was possible.’
‘What?’ I cringed at the husky slur to my speech.
‘That I could be this turned on by you. Just kissing you for a minute is already screwing with my head.’ He lowered his head and took my mouth in another sizzling kiss before he abruptly broke off. ‘How long?’
‘What?’ How was he forming words when my brain was under threat of turning into mush?
‘You said you hadn’t been fucked in a while.’
‘You think now’s the time to remind me why I’m in this state?’ I parried.
The stinging resentment I should’ve felt didn’t surface. It was buried beneath the colossal weight of my arousal.
His fingers didn’t stop torturing my nipples, nor did his expression show an ounce of regret. ‘Tell me,’ he demanded in a low, sexy voice.
Did he really think I was going to inflate his ego by divulging that I hadn’t slept with anyone since him? My hands trailed down his back to dig into his ass. Simultaneously, I undulated my hips, bringing his cock into singeing contact with my pussy. ‘Do you want to do this or do you want to ask questions I won’t answer?’
He stared at me with eyes almost black with desire. ‘Do what exactly?’
Fuck me hard. Make me scream with ecstasy the way you did in Boston.
But not until he begged for it.
I removed my hands from his ass, dropped them to my side, long enough for a wave of uncertainty to shimmer in his eyes. I wanted him to taste the possibility that I might walk away from him, leave us both high and dry.
When his face began to tighten, I nudged him away until he braced onto his elbows and knees, then reached down and slowly dragged up the hem of my cocktail dress. Feverish eyes dropped to follow the movement, his breathing growing erratic as my French lace knickers were exposed.
The hand cupping my breasts clenched for one unguarded second. ‘Fuck.’
Involuntarily, he squeezed my nipples again. My back arched and another bolt of heat shot to my pussy. God, I was going to climax long before Damian got anywhere near the centre of my need. Striving for control, I drew out the moment, dragged my panties down my legs and kicked them off.
He watched me with hooded eyes that burned with the promise of insane pleasure.
I took hold of one hand and slowly pried it off my breast. Drawing it down, I kissed his knuckle, then slowly drew his middle digits into my mouth. Eyes locked with his, I flicked my tongue over his fingers, smiling when his breath hissed out.
For a minute, I toyed with him, then sucked him deep into my mouth.
‘Jesus,’ he groaned.
When he was near panting, I let his fingers pop free. Then inch by inch I drew his hand down my body until it rested against my bare pussy.
‘You want to know how long it’s been? Feel for yourself.’
Damian boldly cupped my heat. ‘Fuck, Neve, you’re soaking wet,’ he rasped in a ragged voice.
One thick knuckle grazed my clit and I cried out as electricity forked through my body. He repeated the action, over and over until my hips fell into a desperate, eager rhythm.
God, I was going to disgrace myself by climaxing just from Damian rubbing my pussy. How utterly humiliating would that be? I forced my body to stop twitching in an effort to make this last.
As if sensing the challenge, Damian grazed me one last time, then flipped his hand and parted my folds in a brazen V.
Fingers wet from my mouth and my own slickness pinched my clit. My hands flew to his shoulders and dug in as waves of pleasure rolled over me.
‘Oh, God!’
He swooped down, tasting my pleasure with a hot and hard kiss while he intermittently tweaked my nipple. A whimper surged from my throat.
‘You like that?’ he growled against my mouth.
‘Yes,’
