could play with and throw balls with during the summer months. He and Yuri had never had a pet, never had enough money for a pet and after his mother died, they hadn’t even had a place to live so adopting a pet was completely out of the question. “A dog would be nice,” he finally said.
His reward was a huge smile from Gabby and the lust in his body increased. He’d made her happy and he wanted her more? Was there nothing this woman could do that wouldn’t increase his desire for her sexually? Was this normal? Hell, he didn’t care if it was normal or insane, he liked it.
Of course, he’d like it even more if he could do something about it.
Gabby picked up the wooden board she had been using to protect the counter tops while she pounded out the chicken, scraping everything into a plastic bag and sealing it before putting it into the garbage can. “I also like cats.”
Damon didn’t know anything about cats except that they had long, sharp claws. A dog would be better, he thought, but said to her, “Cats are probably nice.” He didn’t want to commit to anything like a cat. From what he’d heard, cats were evil, independent and obnoxious.
“Yeah, you don’t have to walk a cat,” she explained as she put everything into the dishwasher. “Since chicken is out of the question, what are you in the mood to eat for dinner?” she asked and bent down into the lower level freezer to grab a popsicle, another craving she’d discovered.
Damon watched her cute bottom as she bent to get something and his body hardened even more. What would she do if he said he wanted her for dinner? He could easily starve for the night if he could just get her naked and into bed. It had been months since he’d had sex. It was the longest he’d ever been without female companionship since he’d discovered the amazing joys of sex when he was eighteen but not just any woman would work. It had to be this one with all of her quirks and confusing conversations and that body that he wanted so badly he actually ached to bury himself deep inside her.
Gabby spun around, popsicle already unwrapped and in her mouth. She looked across the kitchen at him. Taking the popsicle out of her mouth, she watched him warily. “I know, it’s getting bigger.” She sat down on one of the bar stools, staring at the popsicle dejectedly. “Everything is getting bigger and it’s embarrassing.”
Damon had lost track of the conversation with the view of that delectable derriere. “Are we still talking about pets?” he asked.
Gabby laughed as she bowed her head. “No. We’re talking about my butt.”
Damon could get into this conversation. He sat down on the stool next to hers and took her popsicle, taking a huge bite for himself and ignoring her gasp of horror. “I like your butt. Don’t judge it until you can see it from my perspective.” He took a sip of his scotch, impressed that popsicle and one hundred year old scotch was actually pretty good. Who knew?
“Hey! You ate half my popsicle.”
He shrugged and took another sip of scotch, turning to face her. “You ruined whatever you were making for dinner. I was just taking what was offered.”
She rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t offering my popsicle.”
“I didn’t ask,” he came right back.
She laughed again. “You’re pretty good at just taking what you want, aren’t you?”
The heat in his eyes startled her. “Not everything,” he said.
Gabby knew exactly what he was saying and she froze, the popsicle halfway to her mouth.
Damon watched, waiting for her to say something but when he just saw the same heat in her eyes, he couldn’t hold out any longer. He bent down and kissed her soft lips, waiting for the rejection because of her stance on sex.
When she didn’t push him away, he stood up, pulling her against him and deepening the kiss. He was ravenous now and apparently, so was she. She pulled herself against him, her hands reaching up to dive into his hair, gripping his neck and pulling him down so she could kiss him more, the popsicle forgotten as it fell to the counter.
He didn’t hesitate. Feeling her response, he grabbed her underneath her legs and carried her into the family room, not wanting to wait until they reached her bedroom. He laid her down on the sofa and quickly