Page 64 of Just The Way You Aren't

"That's convenient," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "Since that's exactly where I was planning to take you."

A shiver of anticipation runs through me at his words. "Were you now?"

“Mm-hm.” His hands slide lower, cupping my ass and pulling me tighter against him. The hard length of him presses against my stomach, and my breath catches. "Unless you had other plans?"

"Nope. Bed sounds perfect." I take his hand, walking backward toward my bedroom. "Fair warning though—the sheets probably have dog hair on them."

He follows, his eyes smoldering and never leaving mine. "I think I can handle it."

"And there might be a cat hiding under the bed."

"Willow," he says with feigned exasperation, "are you trying to talk me out of sleeping with you?"

I grin up at him. "Just setting realistic expectations."

"Here's what I expect," he murmurs, his hands framing my face as we reach my bedroom door. "I expect to spend the next several hours making you forget your own name." His thumb traces my bottom lip. "I expect to kiss every inch of your body." His voice drops lower. "And I expect those neighbors of yours are going to hear exactly how good I make you feel."

Oh, god. The heat in his eyes makes me melt, and whatever clever retort I might have had dissolves on my tongue.Instead, I pull him into my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us.

Rufus, who had been lounging on my pillow, gives us an indignant look before slinking off the bed and disappearing into the closet.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves," Damien says, his eyes taking in my cluttered but cozy space. The light from my bedside lamp casts a warm glow over everything, including the man standing before me.

"Finally," I breathe, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. My fingers fumble slightly in my eagerness.

"Let me," he says, covering my hands with his. Together we undo each button, revealing the taut, muscled skin beneath. When the shirt falls open, I can't help but run my hands over his chest, marveling at the contrast between hard muscle and soft skin.

"You're ridiculously beautiful," I tell him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “And you smell amazing.”

"That's probably just Eau de Cheesy Louisey," he says with a smirk, tugging my blouse free from my skirt.

I laugh, the sound turning into a soft gasp as his fingers brush against my bare skin. "If Billy knew his burgers were an aphrodisiac, he'd charge double."

"Worth every penny," Damien murmurs, working my buttons with impressive dexterity. His eyes follow his hands as he slowly peels the fabric away, his gaze darkening as he takes in my lacy, yet simple, bra beneath.

"You’d be shocked to know how often I've been thinking about your breasts," he admits, tracing the edge of lace with one finger.

"Really?" I smile, enjoying the way his breath quickenswhen I arch slightly into his touch. "What do you think about them?"

"That you have the most perfect tits I've ever seen." He reaches behind me, unclasping my bra. "And they fit so damn perfectly in my hands."

The undergarment falls away, and he brushes his thumbs over my nipples, watching with evident satisfaction as they harden at his touch. "No woman has ever responded to me like you do," he says with undisguised pride. "I know exactly how to make your body sing."

"So modest," I tease, my breath catching as he continues to caress me.

"I don’t hear you disagreeing," he replies.

“No, you don’t,” I moan as his thumbs brush over my nipples. Then he lowers his head to capture one sensitive peak between his lips.

The sensation shoots straight to my core, and I spear my fingers in his hair, holding him against me. His tongue circles my nipple before he moves to give the other breast the same attention. My knees weaken as his hands roam lower, under the waistband of my skirt. He lowers it slowly, letting the fabric pool at my feet.

His eyes hold me captive as I stare into his smoldering gaze. "Right now, modesty is the last thing on my mind," he says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties.

"What is on your mind?" I ask breathlessly as he sinks to his knees before me, my panties following my skirt to the floor.

His eyes travel up my body, naked now except for the goosebumps rising on my skin under his heated gaze. "Tasting you," he says simply. "Making you come with my mouth before I fuck you properly."

The filthy words from his usually refined lips send a jolt of desire straight through me. "God, Damien..."

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