away. Suddenly, all she wanted was to re-discover this man and all of the secrets of his body.
So instead of doing what was right and sane, her fingers slid down his chest, feeling all the muscles twitch and tighten. And because that was so fascinating, she moved her hands up again, this time more to the side, remembering how much he liked… Yes, she almost laughed when her fingers moved over the flat, male nipples, causing him to grip her waist with his strong fingers.
She breathed in, her breath shuddering with the process but she couldn’t pull her hands away. She moved them up and down his chest, sliding lower each time. His stomach muscles were just as fascinating as his chest muscles and she explored carefully, loving the way he almost flinched with her touch but he didn’t move away. In fact, he moved closer, encouraging her exploration.
Jemma hadn’t been with another man since Damien and their one night together. She should tell him to stop, but then his head bent and kissed her neck. She heard herself moan but didn’t realize that her fingers were now curling in his hair, pulling him closer. Or that her body was pressing against his, almost rubbing her breasts against his hard chest as the need that had been smoldering ever since this morning burst into a raging inferno.
Damien lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen, no longer able to hold back any longer. When he kicked the door to her bedroom closed, he lowered her feet to the floor, then covered her mouth with his. He felt her hesitate only a moment, but he suspected it was because of innocence and not so much resistance.
“Tell me what you like, Jemma,” he said to her even while his fingers slipped underneath her sweatshirts to find the soft skin underneath. “What do you like? What have your other lovers done that you like?”
“Nothing,” she whispered to him even while her own fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
He laughed. “Surely one of them has done something that you liked.”
She bit her lower lip, shaking her head as his fingers found her breasts. She gasped, her fingers stilling while his thumb discovered her nipple, teasing the already hard peak to an aching point on her body. But then he moved his thumb away and she cried out, leaning her forehead against his chest. “I told you, no other man. Don’t stop!” she said and grabbed his wrist, silently begging him to continue teasing her nipple. “Please, don’t stop that.”
His body was aching to push her back onto the bed and bury himself inside of her but he was also fascinated by this woman. “Tell me again,” he grated out against her ear even while his fingers explored, teased and tormented.
“No one else. Please…” she cried out, shuddering and grabbing his wrist again to pull his hand away. “I can’t take anymore.”
With her words, Damien was struck dumb for a long moment. He’d truly been her only lover? His body hardened even more with that news. He liked that. Liked that no other man had ever touched this woman the way he was going to.
He pulled the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it behind her. When he looked down at the very practical cotton bra, he almost laughed. It didn’t diminish her appeal in any way. In fact, in an odd, crazy way, it only added to her sensuality. Which didn’t mean he wasn’t going to drape her in lace and silks. “You’re beautiful,” he groaned and took that hard nipple in his mouth, teasing it through the cotton fabric. He laughed when she cried out again, her fingers in his hair, but he wouldn’t let her control his movements. She wanted him to stop, but as long as she was rubbing her body against him like that, he knew that she liked it.
His fingers moved to her back, expertly unsnapping the closure and releasing her magnificent breasts. He swiped the material away and looked down at the treasure he’d just unveiled, then lowered his head to torture her even more. He felt her clenching at his shoulders and, a moment later, her knees gave out. He caught her, then lowered her back to the bed, looking down at her while he stripped off his own clothes. A moment later, he was right back with her, leaning on his elbows as he slowly savored their naked bodies coming together.