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doors were closed, taking her into his arms and kissing her while they traveled up to his penthouse. When the doors opened again, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, tossing her jacket onto a chair but depositing her onto the bed.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with the need riding him hard. “But I want to see all of you,” he declared.

He reached down and slid her cream pumps off, letting them drop to the floor, then moved his hands up her leg, watching her mouth fall open as the heat increased and her body began that sexy, sultry movement that she’d started in the car.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, swallowing painfully and blinking up at him.

“You know exactly what we’re going to do, Eva,” he said and came down so he was leaning over her. “Are you okay with this?” He tensed, not sure if he should back off or move forward. He wanted her so badly he was aching but he didn’t want to pressure her into anything she wasn’t ready for.

“Yes. I think so.”

“Don’t think,” he countered and pulled back ever so slightly. “Know Eva. I won’t have you accusing me of tricking you in the morning. I want you fully aware of what’s going to happen tonight.”

She looked up at him, her body on fire and she tried to think rationally. “I’m nervous,” she finally said.

Damon watched, carefully assessing what she was trying to tell him. “Don’t worry,” he groaned, and then felt his body go up in flames when her hand tentatively touched his chest. He ripped his tie off over his head, then quickly undid several buttons on his dress shirt. With an urgency he’d never felt before, he took her hand and moved it inside his shirt, loving the way her hand felt against his hot skin, the way her fingers curled slightly, moving gently over his muscles.

While her hands moved inside his shirt, he pulled out the other buttons, then tossed his shirt aside, giving her more access and she took full advantage of everything he’d revealed. Her hands moved over his chest, his arms, then back down over his skin, accidentally moving across his flat, male nipples and he inhaled sharply. When he made that sound, she stopped and looked up at him, wondering if she’d hurt him. But the sudden stillness in his body told her something different. Experimentally, she rubbed her fingers back across his nipple and Damon’s eyes flared open showing her a deep, dark brown. She gasped when she saw the heat in his eyes, the desire that was zapping across the air towards her just from her tentative touch.

“Did I do that?” she asked, a small smile creeping over her face.

“Yes!” he growled. “You minx, you know this is what you do to me,” he said and took her hand, moving it downward so that her small, perfect hand was covering his erection. She quickly tried to pull it away, but he kept it there, showing her what she did to him and after a moment, she didn’t pull away. He took his hand away from hers and almost exploded with need as her hand explored through his slacks, feeling his length and testing.

“No more,” he gasped and took her hand away when she showed no signs of stopping. He laughed harshly and stood up, pulling her with him. “I can only take so much, Eva,” he said when he saw her hurt expression. “Your touch is driving me mad.”

That cleared up her expression and he bent down to kiss her. This time, there was no coaxing necessary. She lifted her face to his, opening her mouth and demanding just as much as he was. They were ravenous and his hands slid up, underneath that soft lace and pulled it higher. When his hands encountered the softness of her breasts, he stilled, paying homage to the perfection of her body. The lace was pulled up over her head and discarded.

With Damon’s hands at her waist, she stood in front of him while his eyes roved over her naked torso. She desperately wanted to bring her hands up and cover herself, but she was trying to be brave. It was hard but she was proud for not hiding. And when his hands came up, gently cupping her breasts, her reward for her bravery was the most intense feeling of arousal she could have imagined. His hands