Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Why him? What had he done to deserve the hell that his life was? Damien groaned out loud in ecstasy and torment when Mandy tore off her black bikini top and let it fall in the open hamper at the foot of the bed.
This just wasn’t fair. Struck dumb, he could only stare as she trailed her fingers between her breasts, in the sticky jelly remnants.
It would be sweet, he knew. It would be warm from her heated flesh.
He would be able to smell her, the tangy saltiness of her skin intermingling with the fruity spread and the warm musk of her desire.
“Mandy.” He pleaded for her to understand. He dug his nails into his legs through the fabric of his shorts, hoping pain would keep him from leaping on her.
Her thumb brushed over one nipple, and he became paralyzed. Incapable of movement of any kind. Frozen in panic and overwhelming lust.
“Damien, I read the book this morning.” While she spoke, her fingers went up and down, up and down between her breasts, luring his gaze.
“What it said was that at the end of your pregnancy, there may be slight bleeding after intercourse, and if that is the case you might want to avoid deep penetration. Otherwise, as long as it’s comfortable for the mother, it’s completely safe. ”
He could barely concentrate on her words when oh-so-slyly her touch shifted to the right and she was stroking the swell of her breast, the full curve underneath, her head turning to the side a little as she made contact with her nipple.
Even with his tongue too large for his mouth, he forced words out. “It seems like we should err on the side of caution. ” Though he was starting to think her arguments were pretty damn persuasive.
She was breathing now with that sound he loved—the little gasp of pleasure slipping out now and again, the deep jagged edge to each breath she pulled in, her mouth open in invitation.
“Absolutely, I agree. So if anything feels uncomfortable, I’ll just tell you to stop.”
Well, that was good enough for him.
Damien grabbed the jar of jelly with a growl and leaned over the bed. Knee in a plate of crackers, he slapped a big heaping handful of the sticky orange goo over her right breast and bent down for a taste.
“Oh, Damien, yes!” she cried when his tongue touched the tip of her nipple.
The taste of the fruit spread mixed with the taste of her skin and crashed with the sound of her calling out his name and gave him a heady rush of pleasure. He sucked the bud into his mouth, hard.
Her cry dissolved into a low groan.
For a man who had thought himself pretty much devoid of all sexual feelings three months ago, he could no longer think about anything else. Swirling his tongue around her nipple to clean up clinging bits of jelly, he reached into the jar with an index finger and hauled out another scoop.
She pulled in her breath. “What are you going to do with that?”
Moving away from her breast, he teased his finger back and forth in front of her, jelly sliding down his knuckle, a dollop still resting on the tip.
When he skirted past her nipple, Mandy let out a soft cry of disappointment.
She had thrust her breasts out toward him in invitation, full and plump, her taut nipples a deep pink, the one still shiny and wet from his mouth.
Teasing himself as well as her, he asked, “Oh, did you want it here?” He hovered over one nipple.
“It doesn’t matter to me,” she said, employing that clipped secretarial voice of hers. “Whatever works best for you.”
“How generous of you.” His body was tense, his skin hot and tight, blood rushing through his head with a sexual buzz. “Maybe I will put it here, then.”
Coming a half inch from contact, he pulled his finger back. “Or maybe not.”
She groaned, and he gave a low laugh. “Are you hungry, Mandy?” He stared into her rich brown eyes and wanted her to understand, wanted her to feel the same urgency and longing. “I am. I’m very, very hungry.”
He smeared the jelly on her bottom lip from side to side. The tip of her tongue came out and flicked across his finger. The burn in his gut increased, and he snatched his finger back, out of her reach.
Replacing his finger with his mouth, he kissed her, licking at her lips, teasing his tongue into her until they were both covered in sugar and sweet fruit, passion, and the taste of each other.
His hands dug in her hair as he drew her in closer, and her bare breasts brushed across his button-up shirt.
Wanting to feel her against him, he used one hand to laboriously undo each button on his shirt, while he nipped and ate at her mouth.
When he got the shirt apart and her chest collided with his, they both groaned. “You feel so good, Mandy. So perfect.”
Her head tipped back and he took the opportunity to suckle her neck.
“Damien, it’s so different with you. So much more...intense. That sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”
“No.” Not at all. “I was thinking the same thing.”
His knees were crunching around in crackers and cheese, and he shifted, needing more.
“Lie back.” Even as his hands were easing her down, he realized that was wrong. “Shit, we’re not supposed to do that. ” He pulled her back up, immediately feeling guilty for forgetting and flinging her around like a rag doll. “Sorry.”
Mandy touched his cheek. “Don’t do that.
Don’t apologize for something like that.
This is new for both of us and we’re trying to learn how to adjust. The book did say after the fourth month I shouldn’t lie on my back for long periods of time, like sleeping.
I don’t think this counts, but if it makes you more comfortable we can just try a different position. ”
He loved how she was so matter-of-fact about what they were doing. They were lovers, having sex, and no sense in tiptoeing around that.
She was wiggling out of his arms. “The book encouraged couples to experiment with new ways of doing things.”
The only problem with that was they weren’t a couple.
They were something that was getting more and more complex and harder to define.
Not willing to dwell on that too long, Damien was about to suggest they lie down on their sides and see where that went.
Before he could open his mouth, Mandy turned and crawled toward the pillows, peeling down her bikini bottoms.
He was about to protest that he would have liked to have done the peeling down of those, when she went up on all fours.
“Though they did suggest coming from behind as a good one. Would that interest you?” And she stuck her perky little ass in the air toward him.
Holy hell. Damien closed his eyes and counted to five before he could answer. Everything ached with longing. Even his teeth wanted her. His ears were turned on.
She had no idea. Absolutely no fucking idea what she did to him. “Yes, that interests me.”
Yanking his shirt and pants off and tossing them in the hamper along with Mandy’s bikini bottoms, he shoved the cracker mess right off the side of the bed.
He’d give housekeeping the world’s biggest tip because he could not wait one second longer.
Then he put one hand on Mandy’s pale backside and moved right alongside her.
Thighs touching hers, he stroked her smooth skin, enjoying the curve of her heart-shaped ass, the arch of her spine rising gracefully to her neck. Goose bumps rose under his touch, and she gave a sweet, low sigh.
“I think this will work.”
“Oh, this will definitely work.” Damien leaned over and kissed her shoulder, his fingers trailing between her legs, his erection pressing into her hard and urgent.
And what he thought might work would be them. Him and Mandy. Together. Not just here, but there, too. Back in New York.
The thought startled him so much, kicked him in the gut and head and everything in between, that he forgot where he was going with his hand and let his finger pause right where the swell of her bottom met her inner thighs.
Resting on her forearms, Mandy was wet with anticipation, swollen with longing, tilted back as far as she could without snapping her spine in two, and Damien had stopped.
His finger hovered over her crotch like a hummingbird with a flower.
He was supposed to be dipping into her bloody nectar, and he wasn’t doing a damn thing.
“Damien?” She felt ridiculous with her bum in the air, arms forward, as if she was paying homage to the mattress.
This could get very embarrassing in a moment or two.
“Mandy,” he whispered behind her, voice hoarse and raw.
Then when she would have been satisfied with just his finger, he came in with a whole lot of cock. He slid inside her with one quick thrust that tore the breath right out of her.
“Oh, my.” She kneaded the sheet and swallowed hard as he filled her.
“Is this okay? You’re comfortable?”
“Oh, yes.” She closed her eyes, head resting on her forearm, and shuddered. “I’m fine, thanks. Never been better, really.”
Then she decided talking was going to have to wait.
She was going to be much too busy having an orgasm to form words.
Especially since he started moving with tight just-right movements, his hands on her waist, firm and hard and masculine. She loved his control, the way he rolled his desire in and out at will, the way his emotions loosened when he was with her like this.
He was taller and more muscular than Ben, but it wasn’t just physical features that made Ben seem small in comparison. It was Damien’s presence. His aggressive, vibrant approach, his confidence, yet secret hidden depths attracted her to him in a way she never had been to another man.
If Ben was a biscuit, Damien was a Danish. Sweet, complicated and very, very irresistible.
Best left to those who knew what they were doing.
But she was on holiday and it was okay to indulge. She would resist the temptation when she got home and thought through the consequences of over-nibbling.
Damien’s fingers snaked around and cupped her breasts. He stroked in and out of her as he played with her nipples, and Mandy let go of her thoughts and gave in to the ecstasy of his body in hers.
As she tumbled into an orgasm, blurting out the obvious, “Don’t stop, I’m coming,” Damien swore.
Then her own cries of pleasure were drowned out by his as he let go and poured himself into her. She felt the spasm of his body, felt the jerk of his hand on her breast, felt the heat of his skin pressed against hers.
And as she heard his groan, mingling with hers, her eyes closed, Mandy knew this wasn’t just sex.
This was something much more, and it scared the bloody hell out of her at the same time it exhilarated.