good.
Kisses could make a woman feel wanted.
But holy hell, kisses had never felt like an all-consuming claiming of my body and soul.
Not until…now.
Not until…him.
Not until…this.
Not until…Damian.
Yeah, an embrace could lead to a sexual act.
But with Damian, his kiss wasn’t a subtle prelude.
It was raw, hungry, and sexy as hell. It was a main event.
He ravished my mouth like it was something he had to do or die.
I was so stunned that it took me a moment to react, but when I did, I had no choice but to give back exactly what he was giving.
His hungry mouth was way too compelling to do anything else.
I released a small moan of surrender against his lips, closed my eyes, and allowed myself to fall into the molten embrace. It was so irresistible, so urgent, that I couldn’t possibly stop it.
I let my tongue duel with his, absorbing the taste of Damian like he was a highly decadent dessert.
When he pulled back a little to nibble on my bottom lip, I whimpered from the loss of all of that male passion, craving it like a drug until he stopped teasing and covered my mouth again.
I speared my hands into his hair, luxuriating in the feel of the coarse, short strands sifting between my fingers.
Maybe I was a little…pissed. But I was downright drunk with the scent, taste, and feel of this man, who was completely devouring me like I was the tastiest thing he’d ever sampled.
Heat flowed between my thighs as he stroked one of his large hands up and down my spine, and I was stunned by my reaction. I wanted him so much that I wanted to crawl inside him, be surrounded by his essence, and never come out again.
My instincts felt like they were being guided by some kind of feral desire I never knew existed.
It was as frightening as it was exhilarating.
I didn’t know what in the hell was happening to me, but the sensations he was wringing from my body were so exquisite that I didn’t want them to end.
He pulled away abruptly, and I squeaked from the loss. “Damian.” I said his name, breathless and panting as I leaned back to look at his face.
“For fuck’s sake, don’t move.” His voice was a husky demand.
The light was dim, but I was so close that I could see his face.
His eyes were a deep, swirling green, a color way different from the light peridot they’d been earlier.
Damian was breathing just as heavily as I was, and his tormented expression made my heart ache.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, my pulse still racing.
He pinned me with his gaze. “Give me a minute. It’s not like I can get you naked and shag you right here in this seat.”
My eyes grew wider. I knew what it meant to shag someone. Was that really what he wanted to do? Did Damian really want to fuck me right here, right now? “You want to do that?” I asked hesitantly.
“Do you really have to ask that question?” he queried in a dangerous tone.
I took a deep breath that came out in a shaky exhalation.
No. I probably didn’t need to hear him confirm that. Not after a kiss that had shaken me to my core.
“Never mind,” I said hastily.
Maybe it was just really hard for me to understand how a man like Damian could kiss me like that, like he really…wanted me.
Like he needed me, even.
What the hell?
Granted, my head was a little fuzzy from too many cocktails, but I knew no guy had ever consumed me with a single kiss. In fact, no man had ever moved me that way with any kind of touch, sexual or not, like Damian had just done.
When had anybody ever wanted me that much?
Umm…the answer to that would be…never. Ever.
I looked around the business section. All of the other pods were dark, or the occupants busy with their own distractions.
I’m sitting here, shaken and destroyed, and not one single person in the area even noticed that Damian was rocking my entire world.
“Hell, I’m sorry, Nicole,” Damian said gutturally. “I’m acting like a tosser.”
I shot him a small smile. “I take it a tosser is a bad thing?”
“An asshole in American terms,” he informed me. “A huge asshole.”
There was no way for Damian to know that I was actually kind of flattered that he wanted to rip off my clothes and fuck me.
I shrugged. “It’s okay. I guess it’s just strange. Nobody has ever really wanted me that