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her lips more. She pushed the fabric out of the way and tasted the skin on the right side of his chest. When her lips moved lower, finding his male nipple and tasting that, she heard him groan deep in his chest, felt the sound with her finger and the sound shot right down to her core, making her gasp with the intensity of the reaction.

“My turn,” he growled and with a swift movement, Eva found herself with her back on the sofa and Damon hovering over her, his mouth was no longer soft but demanding and powerful. She loved the way he took charge, her body gasping with the need for him to continue, to do more, make her feel things that she didn’t understand.

When his mouth moved down her neck, doing exactly what she’d done, she tilted her head, giving him better access while her body moved underneath him, her hands sliding inside his shirt to continue feeling his hot skin, her fingers moving across his body and feeling areas that made him flinch. She especially liked those places and continued to test them with her fingers.

When his fingers pulled her sweater over her head, she didn’t even care except to note that it wasn’t fair that she couldn’t do the same to him.

His fingers slid up her rib cage, cupping her left breast with his hand, heating the tender flesh through the fabric of her red, lace bra and she squirmed underneath him. His thumb slid over the sensitive peak, making her gasp with the pleasure that shot through her, pooling in her core and making her press her heat against his erection.

Damon couldn’t continue this much longer, but as he looked down at her, seeing that her eyes were closed and her body writhing beneath him, he was hard pressed to stop. He wanted her like he’d never wanted any other woman before. And he knew he could make her scream out his name, demand that she give in to the pleasure they could share with each other.

Unfortunately, he also knew that she’d be furious with him in the morning. He might have taken this too far already. She wasn’t prepared for this kind of intimacy with him and would be angry with herself in the morning. But if he stopped now, he might be able to salvage something out of it.

“Eva,” he called out and almost groaned when her heated grey eyes looked up at him, her fingers smoothing along his chest and sliding lower. He grabbed her hands to stop them, gritting his teeth with the need to bury himself deep inside of her. Patience, he told himself.

“Eva, if you continue to move those lovely fingers lower, then we’re going to continue this in my bedroom and we’re not going to stop.” He watched her eyes carefully, trying to determine if she understood the ramifications of what he was saying. “Do you want me to continue?” he asked, his body braced above her, every muscle in his body aching to lean down and kiss her nipples, to taste her essence and watch as she climaxed in his arms.

It took several moments, but Eva finally got her mind working. He was asking her something, looking at her strangely and she had to figure it out. Somehow, this was important.

She looked around, noticed that she was underneath him, his weight pressing her into the cushions of his sofa and she gasped. Sitting up quickly, she looked around and grabbed her sweater which was on the floor next to them.

She actually had to untangle her legs from his and was embarrassed that his hips were pressing against her so intimately. “I need to go,” she whispered and quickly pulled her sweater over her head. She couldn’t look at him as she stood up, pulling her hair out from under the sweater material and glancing around for her purse.

“I’ll drive you home,” he said with acceptance.

“I have my car,” she countered and tried to stand up. Unfortunately, her legs were still too weak after their bout on the sofa and she almost fell. He caught her, steadied her with his hands at her waist but even when she was able to stand on her own, he didn’t release her. “Look at me Eva,” he commanded, holding her firmly but not pulling her against him. He couldn’t take more of her soft body against him. If he pulled her closer, he’d pick her up and carry her into his