Page 22 of Just One Night Together

She guessed he had some big ones.

Still rivers ran deep, after all.

She wondered why he’d left the military. It seemed like he would have been a natural for a commando team.

He stepped into the shower, inviting her to join him with an outstretched hand. “Come here, seductress.”

Haley didn’t need a second invitation. She backed him into the tiled wall and kissed him, loving the feel of his hands roving over her. His comments made her feel wild and she was determined to give him all she had. She worked the soap into a lather and they began to caress each other all over again, coaxing desire to build while they cleaned up.

It was perfect.

It was wonderful.

And it wasn’t long until she did bite his shoulder, gripping him so tightly that her nails dug into his skin. Her orgasm lasted for half of forever. She’d barely started when he joined her, crushing her against the wall as they both found their release, the warm water streaming over them.

They leaned there together, entwined and panting, then he kissed her nipple.

“My friend Kyle would say it was good clean fun,” Damon murmured against her skin and Haley laughed.

She didn’t want this night to ever end.

* * *

Damon didn’t sleep.He didn’t dare.

They’d pulled out the bed, and Haley had made it up after their bout of lovemaking in the shower. They’d done it for the third time slowly and in the bed. It was as if Haley had been chaste and was making up for lost time. Her passion was amazing and it fed Damon’s own. He held her as she dozed off afterward, watching the light change in her apartment. It crept around the edges of the window shade just as the sound of traffic from the street below began to increase.

He was amazed to find that he was tired but also at ease. He smiled at the realization that this was how he felt after a good massage.

He felt restored.

And a little less besieged by reality.

Morning would come soon enough. For the moment, he’d enjoy the reprieve. Would they do this again? Maybe not. It had been pretty amazing and he doubted a second night could be better.

Maybe it was wiser to appreciate what they’d had and move on.

That was his usual style anyway.

Haley curled against his side, her hair braided back in a ponytail, her sensible nightgown hiding her seductive curves from view. She was halfway between the nurse he’d caught watching at the hospital and the tigress who had demanded more from him over and over again.

And she thought she didn’t know how to share her energy. Damon smiled. He could tell that she did it all the time, giving of herself and expecting little in return beyond the satisfaction of having helped someone somewhere. She’d healed him a little with her strength, following her instincts to give. He smiled as he pushed a stray curl back from her brow, then pressed a chaste kiss to the spot.

He felt protective of her, because she was innocent in a way. She’d seen a lot, but didn’t know so much about herself. She hadn’t begun to guess what she could accomplish, and he wanted to watch her make that discovery.

He wanted to help.

But Damon knew his limits. He had wounds that were deep, too deep to expect any one person to heal them. He savored the unfamiliar urge to linger, to be here when she awakened, to entwine his life with hers, but as seductive as the possibility was, he knew better.

He would suck Haley dry of her giving nature. He would destroy her and it would be for nothing, because he would still be wounded himself. The last thing she deserved was a taste of his hell. That would be unfair and it would be wrong.

It would be wicked.

Which was probably why it was so tempting.

In fact, she’d already given him far more than he deserved. He was going to remember this night for a very long time.

Haley stirred in her sleep, murmuring something. Damon frowned and leaned closer to listen when she spoke again.

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