through her. She wasn’t aware of Damien pounding into her because that only prolonged her orgasm. But she couldn’t stop, couldn’t think long enough to help him because she was so lost in her own unimaginable climax.
A long time later, she sighed as Damian’s hand drifted along her cooling skin. He’d gone to the bathroom and come back quickly, then pulled her into his arms, kissing her skin, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world for him. She knew that wasn’t true, but at this moment, she didn’t care.
“Marry me,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling on her neck.
She was too relaxed to do anything other than laugh. “I don’t think so,” she answered him, snuggling against him and enjoying the way his body reacted.
“Why not?” His hand drifted lower, sliding against her bottom and pulling her against his groin. Her back was against his chest and she was using his arm as a pillow. But that lethargic feeling was going away as he teased her previously sated appetite with his soft touches.
“Because marriage needs to be based on something solid.”
He bit her earlobe and pulled her bottom against his hardness. “I’m pretty solid, Jemma.”
She laughed, hiding her face in the pillow beside her, but then her head came back when his hand moved up to cup her breast once more. “I meant, something other than sex.”
“This is other than sex,” he countered. “This is two bodies, joining as one – just as marriage is two people joining as one. And you are meant to join with me, we just need to make it official.”
She shook her head, biting her lip when his thumb rubbed against her nipple. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I never play fair. I play to win. And I want you as my wife.”
With that, he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed another condom, slipping it on a moment before he slid into her, bringing her leg backwards so it was draped over his thigh.
Jemma grabbed hold of his arm, gasping when he entered her. She’d never even known that sex in this position was possible, but Damien was showing her quickly that it was not only possible, it was incredible.
A long time later, when her breathing was back to normal once more, she looked around, astonished to find that her bedroom was a disaster. The sheets were completely torn off of the bed, the pillows were nowhere to be found and clothes were strewn everywhere. Then her eyes caught the clock on her bedside table and she jackknifed up. “Oh no!” she gasped, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
Damien wasn’t ready to expend that much energy yet, but he knew that something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, his fingers sliding down her spine.
“Dylan! He’s going to be home in less than a half hour!” She sprang out of bed, grabbing her clothes as she hurried into the shower. “You have to be gone!” she called out to him.
Damien caught his shirt just as she tossed it to him and smiled at her comment. Leave? Not a chance!
He heard the shower start up and he dropped his shirt back down onto the bed. Heading into the shower, he ignored her look of outrage as she quickly washed the scent of their afternoon away with a floral soap. When she finished, he took it himself and lathered up, chuckling when her mouth fell open as she watched him.
But she regrouped quickly, blinking and turning away as she grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower at the same time. By the time he’d finished his own shower, she was already dried and pulling on her jeans again. She blushed when he caught her in her plain cotton underwear, but he didn’t mind. He liked it. But he was also going to like her in sexy bits of nothing very, very soon.
“You have to go,” she told him again.
He pulled on his boxers, then his slacks, buttoning up his shirt and stuffing his tie into his suit jacket. “I’m not going anywhere, Jemma.”
She shook her head. “No. I know you want to meet him, but it’s too soon. I’ll figure out a good time to introduce you. But not today.” She was frantic, not wanting Dylan to be upset by the discovery of his father. “I’ll have to explain what happened and he won’t understand. He’s just a little boy…”
“Jemma. I’ve already missed five years of his life. There’s