she would take whatever she wanted for herself in this moment because this was all she’d have.
Will it be enough?
Of course it would. She’d gone five years without; she’d no doubt do it again.
“That was for you,” he murmured. “And it’s not about me.”
“Why not?” She glanced up at him, letting her fingers trail down over the front of his jeans and the hard ridge behind them. “Seems to me you want something for you.”
The handsome lines of his face were taut, his blue eyes gone electric. He looked like a man who’d gone without food too long and she was the feast set before him. “That wasn’t the point.”
“Well, now I’m making it the point.” She grabbed the tab of his zipper. “I don’t want to just take. I want to give too, so you can take what you need from me.”
He stared at her for a long second, emotions she didn’t understand rippling through his gaze. But the desire didn’t leave. It burned hot and very, very strong.
Then all of a sudden he bent his head and his mouth was on hers in another of those astonishingly hot kisses, blanking her mind and stoking her desire. She’d thought she’d need more time to recover, but apparently not. Apparently she wanted him just as badly now as she had just before.
He tugged her to the edge of the desk, then pulled at her jeans, and she lifted herself so he could strip them down and off, taking her panties with them. His hands stroked her, building her pleasure, making her shake.
There was a brief, desperate moment where he paused to unzip himself and get out a condom, and she saw that his hands were shaking too. It thrilled her. And then she forgot about that as he gripped her hips, pulling her closer, so she was up against the hard, muscled heat of his body. That delicious scent of sandalwood and spice surrounded her, his hands firm; he was a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it and how to make it good for her. His certainty and confidence were unbelievably attractive.
He was a man she could count on. Who gave his word and kept it.
His hands were hot on her hips as he pulled her even closer, fitting her right up against him. The blue of his eyes had turned darker, like midnight, drawing her in; she couldn’t look away.
He didn’t wait, pushing inside her in one long, slow movement that tore a gasp of pleasure from her. He felt so good there, as if that’s where he was supposed to be.
“Astrid.” He said her name on a sigh, his voice impossibly deep, pausing as if he had to take a moment to get his breath back.
She knew the feeling. He felt insanely good.
Her arms tightened around his neck and she smiled. Heat flickered like a bonfire in his gaze, and he was looking at her with wonder and awe and a certain amount of amazement. It thrilled her. Had anyone ever looked at her that way?
His grip on her tightened, and he drew his hips back, sliding out of her before thrusting back in, a steady, driving movement. Pleasure broke through in a warm, golden wave and she gave a soft, gasping laugh at the sheer joy of it. “Wow. You’re something else, Damon Fitzgerald.”
His mouth curved in the most wholly beautiful smile she’d ever seen, but he didn’t say anything. And he didn’t kiss her either. He only looked down into her eyes, sharing the pleasure with her.
The world fell away; there was only him. Inside her, around her, everywhere. Only the pleasure that lifted her up and up, higher and higher with each thrust of his lean hips. Only the heat in his eyes that surrounded her, his astonishing smile that enveloped her.
This is special. This is something you want to have again.
But she dismissed the thought. Right now, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure that filled her, that she gave to him and he gave to her, an unbreakable current shared between them, getting more and more intense.
They didn’t say anything. Nothing needed to be said. They understood each other completely.
Then he put one hand at the small of her back, steadying her as he thrust, deeper, harder, urging her closer as his other hand slipped between her thighs, stroking her.
The pleasure fractured in a wild rush, glittering golden shards scattering light everywhere inside her, making her gasp