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up the steps, pretending to ignore him. “I can get inside the house on my own, thank you very much for a horrible evening,” she said and was about to open the door when he grabbed her arm and swung her around, right into his arms. “You’re a little firebrand when you’re sexually frustrated, aren’t you?”
He didn’t give her time to answer, which she was starting to understand was the only way he had found to shut her up. Possibly because it worked. His mouth covered hers and she didn’t resist, wanting his kiss this time and even stepping up on her toes to kiss him back. Her response was almost desperate and she was thrilled when his arms pulled her close, her own arms reaching up and wrapping around his neck while her fingers dove into his hair, gripping the soft strands and pulling his head down closer. She stood on her toes to move against him, her body shifting while she felt his body stiffen in reaction.
Damon couldn’t believe this woman. One moment she was telling him she would never be in his bed and the next she was practically wrapped around him on her parents’ doorstep. And he loved every moment of it! He wanted her with an insane need, a pressure to possess and put his stamp of ownership on her. He wanted everyone in the world to know that she was his and they needed to stay away.
His hands weren’t still this time. He was on a mission to get her to understand that they would be perfect in bed together. While her hands were up around his neck, he used the freedom to let his own hands wander down her body. In the past, he’d been a gentleman about the whole situation. At least in his mind at least. But now it was game on and he was determined to assuage this craving he had for her, to finally give in to this need to dive into her body and find the release they were both looking for.
And dammit he wanted her to admit she wanted him as well!
His hands skimmed along her side and he moved her backwards so she was pressed against the house. He loved the shivers of excitement he felt coming from her and pushed harder, wanting all of her, total acceptance of him as her lover. His hands moved down her waist, then back up, cupping her breasts through the thin, red material of her dress and finding her nipple, already hard and ready for him. This thumb flicked over the hard peak and he almost lost it when she cried out against his mouth. He was relentless, wanting all of her, wanting to take her breast in his mouth but he knew they were still on her parents’ porch, with his driver behind them.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said and pulled back, intending to drag her back to the limousine so he could get her back to his penthouse and have her alone.
Unfortunately, his words broke the spell and she pulled back and he looked down at her, seeing the wariness in her eyes. “Don’t, Eva. Don’t be scared. I’ll take care of you,” he said gently. “You won’t regret coming with me. I’ll make sure you enjoy every moment of our time together.”
Eva was stunned that she was actually considering it. Had it been less than thirty minutes since she’d told him there was no way she’d end up in his bed? And now she was back in his arms? Talk about blowing hot and cold!
She obstinately shook her head and hastily looked away. “Stay away from me,” she choked and couldn’t believe the sob that broke through, revealing how dramatically he impacted her. She fished out her key and quickly unlocked the door. When she was inside, she didn’t even bother looking back at him before closing it behind her, then rushing up the stairs so she could throw herself onto her old bed, crying out her frustration over this situation and wondering how she was going to get out of it. And how she was going to keep herself from falling into his arms and under his spell whenever he came close to her!
She barely slept that night and when dawn was finally breaking over the horizon, she gave up even trying and slipped out of bed. She pulled on a robe and stepped out onto the small balcony in her room, looking down