Just One Night Together (Flatiron Five Fitness #3) - Deborah Cooke Page 0,31

enough to melt her knees.

She buzzed him in and stood motionless, knowing he’d be at the door so quickly that there was no hope of getting dressed in time.

And maybe that was a good thing.

Maybe spontaneity and a direct approach would work the best.

This was her year for trying new tricks, it seemed.

He rapped on the door once, and she peeked through the peephole, then opened the door. If anything, his eyes were darker than before and his gaze more intense. That almost-smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as his gaze swept over her, then he smiled. “Expecting someone?” he murmured.

“Only you.”

He looked again, his approval more than clear. “I was just going to say thanks.”

“I prefer actions over words,” she dared to say and he actually laughed.

“I was counting on that.”

Haley seized the collar of his leather jacket and tugged him into the apartment. She shut the door with one hand and turned the dead bolt, slamming him against the door with the other. She stretched to her toes and touched her tongue to his lips, then met his gaze. “Unless you’d rather shake hands?”

“Not a chance.” Damon caught her close and lifted her in his arms, locking his mouth over hers in a demanding kiss. Haley didn’t know when or how she lost her towel, but she felt his hands on her skin, caressing her and holding her tighter. He shook off his jacket and she helped push it over his shoulders, never breaking their kiss, then his hand was between her thighs. “You’re wet already,” he whispered, his words husky.

“Anticipation. I knew you were on the way.”

Damon groaned and crushed her against the wall, holding her captive as he kicked off his boots and unfastened his jeans. Haley’s hands were under his T-shirt, pushing it up to his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin against hers. They were kissing as if they’d invented it, as if they’d eat each other alive, and the realization that this man wanted her so badly was enough to drive Haley wild. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him, hearing him catch his breath as his jeans fell away and she rubbed herself against him.

“The condom,” he whispered.

But Haley wanted him immediately. She hooked her heel around his hips when he hesitated and pulled his head down for another incendiary kiss. He moaned in surrender and gripped her butt, lifting her as he buried himself inside her. She was crushed between him and the wall, trapped between the hard strength of his body and the wall, and there was nowhere else she wanted to be.

Then he moved and rubbed against her in the most perfect way. Haley groaned and moved with him, the heat rising inside her even more quickly than before. He whispered her name and she felt like they were going to explode together as he moved faster and faster, driving into her as she got wetter. She was starving and only he could satisfy her; burning and only he could quench the flames. All too soon she was clutching him closer, on the cusp of release. She bit her lip, desperate to not make any noise and he smiled before he kissed her with possessive ease.

It was enough for her to let go and he swallowed the sound of her pleasure, even as he buried himself inside her and came until he was shaking.

“Much better than a handshake,” he murmured as they were catching their breath.

“I like how you say thanks,” she replied and they smiled at each other.

“I’m not nearly done.”

“Oh good.”

Damon laughed and threw her over his shoulder, heading for the bathroom. “You should have let me get a condom.”

“I didn’t want to wait.”

“Neither did I.”

“Didn’t it feel better?”

He put her down and gave her one of those simmering looks, the ones that set her blood on fire. “Of course it did. But I expected you to be all about safe sex.”

“I should be. I usually am.” She trailed a fingertip over his chest and to his shoulder, then traced the outline of that tattoo. “But it’s different with you. I feel wilder. Like taking chances.” She flicked a glance upward to find him listening avidly. “Trying something new.”

“It’s very hot,” he admitted quietly.

Haley smiled. “You like your partners to be ravenous for sex?”

He laughed and shook his head, then cupped her chin in his hand. “I like the contrast in you. You look so organized and in control at work,