Just One Night Together (Flatiron Five Fitness #3) - Deborah Cooke Page 0,19
her mouth again.
She felt the sign of his enthusiasm against her stomach and reached up to twine her arms around his neck. Being with him made her feel sexy. She touched her tongue to his, feeling bolder, and his hands spread across her back, lifting her to her toes. He slanted his mouth across hers and it was a few minutes before anyone said anything again.
“But still,” she continued. “It’ll echo if we do it in here.”
His eyes gleamed as he looked down at her and her heart leaped at his intensity. “You liked when I silenced you.”
“I couldn’t have let go and come otherwise.”
“So, let’s work with that.”
“How?”
“Kiss me when you’re going to come. Bite a towel when you’re on the edge. Bite me when you’re on the edge.”
Haley laughed. “No, really.”
He gave her one of those simmering looks and she felt unsteady on her feet again. “Oh yeah, really. Bite me hard. You can’t hurt me and trust me, I’ll love it.”
Haley smiled, more than ready to do just that. Their gazes held for one of those potent moments, then she reached out to touch his tattoo. “What does it mean?”
He shrugged and averted his gaze. “Nothing. I just liked the design.”
Haley parted her lips to say something, then thought better of it. Damon turned on the water, his back to her, and she understood. If the tattoo had meant something, anyone who saw it would know more about him. He kept his secrets close.
She guessed he had some big ones.
Still rivers ran deep, after all.
She wondered why he’d left the military. It seemed like he would have been a natural for a commando team.
He stepped into the shower, inviting her to join him with an outstretched hand. “Come here, seductress.”
Haley didn’t need a second invitation. She backed him into the tiled wall and kissed him, loving the feel of his hands roving over her. His comments made her feel wild and she was determined to give him all she had. She worked the soap into a lather and they began to caress each other all over again, coaxing desire to build while they cleaned up.
It was perfect.
It was wonderful.
And it wasn’t long until she did bite his shoulder, gripping him so tightly that her nails dug into his skin. Her orgasm lasted for half of forever. She’d barely started when he joined her, crushing her against the wall as they both found their release, the warm water streaming over them.
They leaned there together, entwined and panting, then he kissed her nipple.
“My friend Kyle would say it was good clean fun,” Damon murmured against her skin and Haley laughed.
She didn’t want this night to ever end.
Damon didn’t sleep. He didn’t dare.
They’d pulled out the bed, and Haley had made it up after their bout of lovemaking in the shower. They’d done it for the third time slowly and in the bed. It was as if Haley had been chaste and was making up for lost time. Her passion was amazing and it fed Damon’s own. He held her as she dozed off afterward, watching the light change in her apartment. It crept around the edges of the window shade just as the sound of traffic from the street below began to increase.
He was amazed to find that he was tired but also at ease. He smiled at the realization that this was how he felt after a good massage.
He felt restored.
And a little less besieged by reality.
Morning would come soon enough. For the moment, he’d enjoy the reprieve. Would they do this again? Maybe not. It had been pretty amazing and he doubted a second night could be better.
Maybe it was wiser to appreciate what they’d had and move on.
That was his usual style anyway.
Haley curled against his side, her hair braided back in a ponytail, her sensible nightgown hiding her seductive curves from view. She was halfway between the nurse he’d caught watching at the hospital and the tigress who had demanded more from him over and over again.
And she thought she didn’t know how to share her energy. Damon smiled. He could tell that she did it all the time, giving of herself and expecting little in return beyond the satisfaction of having helped someone somewhere. She’d healed him a little with her strength, following her instincts to give. He smiled as he pushed a stray curl back from her brow, then pressed a chaste kiss to the spot.