please,” she called out as her hand circled the length of his erection.
All thoughts of making this first time last forever vanished. He rested his head on her chest and savored the feeling of her touching him.
She called his name again, and he pulled away long enough to remove a condom from the nightstand by the bed.
Grace touched his hand as he put the condom on. “I’m on the pill,” she told him.
Her words felt like permission to continue without his layer of protection. Her trust didn’t pass him by. But right then, with both of them setting off fire alarms with desire, was not the time for clarification. “I’ll remember that for the future.”
“Okay.”
Grace wrapped her legs around him as he covered her body.
Dameon placed his hands in hers and stretched them over her head. Their eyes never lost contact as he moved into her for the first time.
The sheer look of wonder on her face was something he would never forget.
Her breath caught and her entire body contracted around him.
“God, Grace . . . if you keep doing that I won’t last long.”
Her body did it again. “I can’t help it,” she sighed. Her hips reached for him.
He was going to lose it. He closed his eyes and pushed the desire to release far away where the cold lived and Inuit had sex with their clothes on.
“Please . . .”
C’mon, Dameon, he silently chided himself.
Finding control, he slowly moved, inched deeper, and touched more of her.
Grace pulled his head down to hers and possessed his lips. “Yes,” she whispered, her hips setting the pace. Then, without warning, her sex tightened and her breath caught. His name on her lips as she found release was music to his soul.
He watched her come apart and stopped moving while her body sent pulses through his.
“Damn, Grace.”
Her eyes closed and her breath shuddered. “Your fault,” she said, accusingly with a tiny laugh.
Once she was lax and her eyes opened, he brushed her hair with his fingers.
This was good . . . all of it.
“You look pleased with yourself,” she said.
“Not yet.”
“Oh?”
He pushed into her again. “I want another one from you,” he told her.
She started to laugh, and Dameon started to move.
Grace had fallen asleep.
Her body tucked so close to his, it was as if she were a human blanket. Dameon hadn’t doubted for a second that sex with Grace would be amazing, but he hadn’t expected magical. They fit like pieces of a puzzle, which, as cliché as it sounded in his head, was exactly what it felt like. She matched his energy, his pace, and his appetite.
Dameon lay there stroking her hair as she slept. He knew he was falling. Felt it the moment they properly met. Wasn’t that why he was making a home out of a property he planned on tearing down? To be closer to her. To have an excuse to ask her to come over after work so he could hear about her day, and tell her about his. He liked that part, too.
He’d lived alone since he graduated from college. Never once did he invite a girlfriend to move in with him. He didn’t want the hassle and commitment. But lying next to Grace, and feeling her breath on his chest, he didn’t want her to leave.
Dameon closed his eyes and willed his brain to settle.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Grace hadn’t meant to stay, and certainly didn’t think she’d wake up to the sun peeking in Dameon’s bedroom window.
But that was exactly how she woke up.
Dameon had offered breakfast and a leisurely morning, but that would have to wait for a weekend. She hated to scramble off, but she would have been late to work if she hadn’t rushed out the door.
But not before Dameon kissed her senseless and whispered promising words of what he wanted to do with her the next time they were together.
Morning fog accompanied her on her way home, and the streets were relatively bare with so many people off for the holiday week.
She took stock of how she felt after a night with Dameon.
Blissfully sore in areas of her body that hadn’t moved that way in some time, and emotionally charged. He was a patient and giving lover, and she’d responded in a way she never had before. Most of her lovers needed to spend more than a night to figure out what worked for her.
Not Dameon.
Right before Grace started to walk out her door, she checked the time.
Remembering her meeting with Richard