Page 37 of Just One Night Together

She was silent for a moment. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s sexy.” He drawled the word and was pretty sure she blushed some more.

“You talk like that and I’m going to want to bite you,” she said, sounding breathless.

“I think I need a matched set of marks. You want to help out?”

“Start the new year off with a bang?” she asked.

Damon laughed. “Something like that. Maybe a moan or a muffled scream.”

“You’re wicked. Maybe even dangerous.”

“I’m trying to be.”

She caught her breath and Damon hoped. “How soon can you get here?” she asked, all in a rush.

He smiled. “I’m on my way.”

Five

Sex with Damoncould easily become an addiction.

Haley threw off her clothes and raced to the shower. If he took a cab, she’d only just be able to clean up after what had seemed like an endless shift. She didn’t take the time to wash her hair, but hurried out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She looked around the apartment, thinking it looked a bit plain and dimmed the lights. It was the best she could do on such short notice to make it look more welcoming.

Maybe she should get some candles and cushions.

Or would Damon notice and think she was primping the place for him? She didn’t even have a television, although the last thing she wanted to do with him was watch sitcoms.

She was wondering what to wear when the buzzer sounded from the lobby.

Her heart skipped as if she was a teenager with a crush. “Hi,” she said, trying to sound calm.

“Hi.” One word and it was enough to melt her knees.

She buzzed him in and stood motionless, knowing he’d be at the door so quickly that there was no hope of getting dressed in time.

And maybe that was a good thing.

Maybe spontaneity and a direct approach would work the best.

This was her year for trying new tricks, it seemed.

He rapped on the door once, and she peeked through the peephole, then opened the door. If anything, his eyes were darker than before and his gaze more intense. That almost-smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth as his gaze swept over her, then he smiled. “Expecting someone?” he murmured.

“Only you.”

He looked again, his approval more than clear. “I was just going to say thanks.”

“I prefer actions over words,” she dared to say and he actually laughed.

“I was counting on that.”

Haley seized the collar of his leather jacket and tugged him into the apartment. She shut the door with one hand and turned the dead bolt, slamming him against the door with the other. She stretched to her toes and touched her tongue to his lips, then met his gaze. “Unless you’d rather shake hands?”

“Not a chance.” Damon caught her close and lifted her in his arms, locking his mouth over hers in a demanding kiss. Haley didn’t know when or how she lost her towel, but she felt his hands on her skin, caressing her and holding her tighter. He shook off his jacket and she helped push it over his shoulders, never breaking their kiss, then his hand was between her thighs. “You’re wet already,” he whispered, his words husky.

“Anticipation. I knew you were on the way.”

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