Page 40 of Needing Happily Ever After

“Really?”

He grinned. “I mean, it certainly seems like a shame to waste such a perfectly good marriage when we enjoy each other so much. And I think we could be really good together.”

She couldn’t disagree. Especially when he lowered his mouth to her neck and started kissing her right below her ear before moving his attentions down to the neckline of her gown.

“It really does seem like a shame…” Her words trailed off into a groan.

“So we’re agreed then?” He spoke between kisses.

She nodded, unable to form words when the sensations he was stirring up inside her were so intense.

“Good.” Damon ran his hands down her body until he knelt on the floor in front of her, the long hem of her dress gathered in his hands.

“Damon?” She tried to step backward, but came up against the living room wall. “What are you doing?”

His eyes danced with mischief. “I was going to give my new wife a little gift.” He reached up under her dress with one hand and tugged at her lace panties, pulling them down. She lifted her feet reflexively, so he could take them off. “I mean,” he continued, his eyes never leaving hers, “it’s kind of a gift for me, too.”

Katie’s mind raced. What was he doing? She didn’t do that. Or…she’d never done that. She’d never let anyone…not that there had been a lot of men. Only one really, and Jeremy had never… She shook her head. “No. I don’t think—”

“Katie.” He stopped her. “It’s okay.” He looked so confident, so sure of what he was doing. But… “Stop thinking, Katie. Really.” Before she could object again, he added, “Hold this, please.” He pressed the gathered-up fabric of her dress into her hands and with her panties gone, she was exposed to him.

Her body shivered, but she wasn’t cold. Far from it. Damon grinned like a cat who’d just swallowed the canary and bent forward to kiss her between the legs. But before he could, she stiffened and he stopped.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I just…I don’t know…I—”

“Katie.” He got to his feet and stood directly in front of her. He cupped her cheek with one hand, his other on her waist protectively. She could feel his warm breath on her face as he spoke. “Do you trust me?”

Without hesitation, she nodded. “Of course.”

His smile was slow and sexy as it crossed his face. “Then you need to trust me now, okay?”

Damon waited for her answer and when she finally bit her bottom lip and nodded, he kissed her quickly on the lips and once more got to his knees in front of her.

It was insane for Damon to think that Katie had never been kissed in such an intimate way before. How could any man be with her, and not want to taste how deliciously sweet she was most certainly going to be? The thought boggled, but at the same time, the idea of her being with anybody but him made him a little crazy. So as soon as the image came into his head, he pushed it away so he could focus on the task at hand.

And what a task it was.

With one hand holding the thin cotton of her dress out of the way, he sat for a moment and admired the beauty of her. But only for a moment, before he leaned forward and with more restraint than he thought possible, kissed his new wife softly in her sensitive center.

She let out a low moan in response and her knees quivered just slightly.

Oh, I’ll make them weak, baby.

Encouraged, he kissed her again, only this time he ran his tongue down her seam and she cried out.

Damn. To hell with restraint.

He began licking and kissing her most sensitive spot in earnest. She tasted so incredibly sweet and her response was absolutely perfect. The noises coming from above as she tried, and failed, to control herself only excited him more. He’d been looking forward to this moment all afternoon, imagining how it would be to have his mouth on her, his tongue inside her, driving her higher and higher until finally—

“Oh my God, Damon!”

Katie’s body shuddered and her knees threatened to collapse as he focused his attentions, driving her further and further to the point of no return, until finally it was there and her orgasm hit her.

She cried out and after a moment, Damon sat back on his heels to look up at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and he found himself wishing he could see them, and the way they darkened when she was consumed with pleasure.

He waited, and after a moment, her eyelids fluttered open and she looked down to where he sat.

“Um…I…”

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