Page 63 of Just One Night Together

“Maybe you need more perceptive friends.”

His smile was as quick and seductive as ever, then he bent and touched his lips to hers. The cat yowled, but Haley ignored him. She loved that Damon was asking permission, though her answer wasn’t in any doubt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him, welcoming him, inviting him, surrendering to him.

He made a little growl in the back of his throat, then slanted his mouth over hers. It was a masterful and hungry kiss, a conquering kiss, a kiss that left no doubt about his intentions for the foreseeable future. It was a kiss that ensured Haley’s short-term goals were exactly the same as his. It set her blood on fire and left her panties wet.

The cat slipped away and she heard him land on the end of the kitchen counter. Haley didn’t care where he went.

Damon’s hands were on her, nudging her coat and her sweater aside, working beneath her clothes to touch her skin. She couldn’t get naked fast enough and found her own hands diving beneath his shirt, pushing it up to his shoulders, unfastening his jeans. It was a fever with Damon, a need to get as close as possible as soon as possible. She’d never felt such urgency with anyone else, and he seemed to feel it as well. He groaned when her bare breasts touched his chest, then deepened his kiss. They shed clothes in every direction, then he abruptly broke their kiss and reached to pull out the bed. Haley took the opportunity to remove the rest of her clothes and steal a good long look of him naked.

Then he turned and smiled at her, beckoning with a single finger. Haley could see that he was huge and hard. “How do you like it best?” he murmured against her throat, his hands sliding over her skin.

“I want to mix it up for 2018. Out with the old and in with the new.”

His eyes gleamed. “So, you’ve been on top, and I’ve been on top.” His finger eased between her thighs and she gasped when he caressed her. “From behind? Against the wall again? Caveman style?” His fingers slid inside her, his thumb doing wicked things to her clitoris, Haley found herself squirming on his hand. “Should I eat you first? Tell me what you want, Haley.”

She shook her head, incoherent from his expert touch.

He smiled. “You have to tell me. You have to say it out loud or there’s no reward.”

“You can’t make the rules!”

“Yes, I can. I’m making one now. Because here’s something I’ve noticed about you. You don’t like to ask for anything for yourself. You don’t like to wish for anything out loud. So, you’re going to demand what you want from me, or you’ll go without.”

Haley moaned as he pinched her and pulled his head down for a kiss. His tongue teased hers and he bent her back over the couch, his heat pressed against her, his hand making her as crazy as his mouth did. Then he broke the kiss and held her gaze. She was panting, and had already dug her nails into his shoulders.

“What’ll it be, Haley?”

“You’re not a gigolo,” she managed to say.

He chuckled. “No, but I want to please you. I’ll do anything to you that you want.” She met his gaze and her heart leaped at the intensity in his eyes. “I’ll make your most wicked dream come true, but you have to tell me what it is.”

“I don’t have wicked dreams.”

“Everybody does.”

“What’s your wicked dream?”

“You, biting my shoulder to keep yourself from screaming as you come, with me buried inside you.” He lifted a brow as she blushed. “But we did that already.”

“That can’t be your fantasy.”

“The memory has kept me warm on more than one night.” He bent to suckle her nipple, grazing it with his teeth and coaxing it to a tight peak. He flicked his tongue across it, sending shivers through her body. “Name your poison, Haley.”

“From behind,” she admitted, blushing as she did. “Over a chair, caveman style. I’ve always wondered.”

Damon grinned, apparently surprised by her choice. Then he picked her up and cast her over his shoulder. He moved the one big armchair she possessed so that the front of it was against the wall, then spun her around and placed her on her feet behind it. Haley realized it couldn’t move. He was right behind her, pressed against her from hip to knee, one arm locked around her waist and his feet bracketing hers. He cupped her jaw with his other hand, tipping her face back for a kiss, and his erection pressed against her butt. “Like this?”

“Not quite. I thought you’d be inside,” she said, just to surprise him.

He put on a condom, lifted her up, then stepped between her knees. “I’m too tall for it to work when you’re on your toes.” He lifted her from the floor and Haley wrapped her legs around his before he could suggest it. She saw the flash of his smile before he eased inside her. She arched her back to welcome him, loving how he held her before himself.

When he was buried inside her, he bent and kissed her throat at the shoulder. “Always liked enterprising women,” he murmured against her skin and Haley laughed. His arm tightened around her then and he began to move, his other hand returning to torment her clitoris. “Spread yourself wider,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed it. “Don’t hold anything back.”

Haley didn’t want to hold back. “I want to see us,” she managed to whisper.

“Is there a mirror?”

“Inside the closet door.”

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