Just One Night Together (Flatiron Five Fitness #3) - Deborah Cooke Page 0,17

and feeling the muscles beneath her curves. “But a woman, too.” His fingers eased between her thighs and the slick heat he found there made his heart pound in anticipation.

“The couch makes a bed,” she gasped, but Damon didn’t care.

“Screw the bed,” he growled, not wanting to wait, not sure he could. “The floor is fine.”

She started to laugh, but his fingers moved against her, sliding over her until he found the hard bud of her clitoris. She gasped aloud when he caressed it, seizing him with both hands, her nails digging into his shoulders. She rocked her hips when he slid two fingers inside her, rubbing herself against his hand in ecstasy.

Damon knew he’d never seen anything as hot as her raw need.

He wanted to be the lover she never forgot.

He braced his weight on his elbow, enjoying the sight of her pleasure as he teased her. She blushed like no one he’d ever known before, the rosy heat starting on her cheeks and spreading over her breasts, like a wildfire beneath her skin. She looked like a different woman than he’d met at the hospital, a much more impulsive and sensual one, and he was honored to see this side of her.

She whispered his name and bucked her hips, as if to encourage him to hurry.

“Slowly,” he reminded her as he eased another finger inside her. Her lips parted in a gasp and she arched her back. “Very slowly.”

“You’ll kill me.”

“Probably not, and even if I do, it’s only fair.”

“Fair?” She had that adorable look of confusion again.

“You’ve been driving me wild since I got here.”

She blushed more deeply, her eyes sparkling with delight, then Damon eased down her length. He flattened his hands against her thighs and bent to close his mouth over her. Haley moaned and shivered, but he didn’t let her go. He held her down and ate her leisurely, taking all the time in the world to slide his tongue slowly over her, to trace little circles on her clitoris, to graze that taut bud with his teeth until she gasped and shuddered. He coaxed the heat within her to build, then backed off, starting again and again.

It wasn’t unlike massage, a very intimate style of effleurage that stroked and soothed and stimulated at the same time. He didn’t rush and he felt her responding to his touch vehemently as if she’d never been pleasured like this before.

Maybe she hadn’t.

Maybe he was the first to go down on her.

That only fed Damon’s determination to make it special. Her entire body grew taut and all he could smell was her arousal mixed with the scent of the lotion. She was writhing beneath him, on the very cusp of orgasm for what seemed like a thousand years.

“I can’t make a sound,” she whispered in desperation. “My neighbors! The walls are thin and they can’t know...”

Damon moved quickly, knowing this was holding her back. He locked one hand over her mouth and leaned over her, pinning her down as he pinched her clitoris with his other hand. She screamed suddenly, the sound muffled by his hand, and shook from head to toe with the force of her release. She shivered as he drew her close and she clung to him.

“All of you,” she whispered against his chest. “Now!”

She curled beneath him and licked his nipple, making it tighten just the way hers had done. She reached down and closed her hand around his erection, caressing him, and her touch nearly sent him to the moon. Somehow he managed to reach back for his jeans and get the condom from his wallet. Haley took the package out of his hands and opened it, smoothing the condom over him with sure strokes. Her fingertips made little circles against his skin, and her eyes glowed with mischief when she glanced up at him. “Next time, I’ll do the mouthwork.”

The suggestion was enough to make Damon’s heart thunder. She was efficient about taking him inside her and he was glad of that. He’d linger over it the next time. She was hot and tight and slick, urging him all the way inside her before she suddenly rolled him to his back. She was astride him, riding him, her hair wild and her smile radiant. There couldn’t have been a better view in all the world.

How had he ever thought she was prim? Restrained? One who stood back and watched?

Damon seized Haley’s waist as she started to move, then put his hand