Chapter 13
Thirteen
Harmony stared at Damien and the only thought that ran through her head was I want this man. His defense of her, his insistence that he would keep her safe, his kindness toward her… She would be a fool to not want him.
And she was no fool.
Harmony leaned forward again, but this time, she didn’t want him close to hold her tight and promise to keep her safe. This time, she wanted him to kiss her until she forgot everything. Until the world outside his door ceased to exist.
Her lips landed on his, and he opened his in surprise. The small sound that popped out of him had her retreating, but he wasn’t having that.
Oh, no. It took all of half a second for Damien to take control and chase her as she attempted to pull back. His tongue delved into her mouth and demanded she answer him.
She scraped her nails over his scalp, loving the feel of his short hair against her fingertips, and loving the sound he made even more. His fingers tightened on her thighs, drawing them apart so he could get closer to her and notch himself between.
He tugged her to the edge of the chair and growled when his erection met her heated core. He tore away from their kiss with a hissed curse and rested his forehead on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. Fuck. I got carried away again.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Harmony.” Her name was a plea and a warning at the same time.
“Please, Damien. I know what I’m doing. I want you. I want to forget the outside world, but I want you to help me forget. I want you, not just an escape, you.”
“I need you to be sure, Harmony, because once I have you in my bed, it’s going to be impossible to let you out.”
“Promise?”
The slow smile that lifted his lips was sinfully sexy. Like a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and was not afraid to get it, he made her panties even wetter and her body pulse with desire.
“Take me to bed, Damien,” she whispered.
He surged to his feet, scooping her up in the process.
“You’re going to hurt yourself! Put me down.”
“Fuck no.” Damien growled, stalking across his home to the bedroom across the hall from hers. He hit the lights with his elbow, soft lighting illuminating the entire room and showing her his most intimate space.
It was brighter than she expected. No dark and moody furniture for Damien Joseph.
His bed was a light wood frame with white sheets and a light gray and white plaid comforter.
Two nightstands and a dresser near the window matched the bed.
Navy curtains covered the window, blocking all light from outside.
An open door revealed a walk-in closet that was neat and organized. Another door led to a bathroom.
All Harmony’s focus was on the bed, though. And the man gently laying her onto it. Damien followed her down, covering her body with his and making space for himself between her thighs.
Fuck, even with their clothes between them, he was hitting the right spot. The man knew how to use his body, and how to tease hers.
He brushed her hair back and looked at her, keeping himself above her as he stared at her. She braced herself for him to ask her again if she was sure. If she really wanted him.
She didn’t want him to question her again. She wanted him to tell her she was beautiful and to want her as much as she wanted him.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, leaning down to drop a tender kiss on her lips. “I’ve wanted you since the day you cut in front of me in line at Sunrise Brews.”
She snorted. “You didn’t even notice me.”
“I was lost in my pre-caffeinated fog. I didn’t notice anything. But the moment you stepped in front of me, I noticed you.”
“Then I guess it was a good thing I did it.”
“For me, hell yes. It brought you into my life.”
“Damien.” Her voice caught in her throat, his name coming out like a whispered sob.
He didn’t give her a chance to let those emotions sink in. He sealed his lips over hers and let her feel his weight. She parted her lips and slicked her tongue along his lips, sighing happily when he granted her access and took advantage of the same.
They kissed like that, his body on top of hers, both of them fidgeting to find the right place to maximize their pleasure.
One hand eased up her side and captured her hand, drawing it up over her head.
His other hand skimmed the edge of her stomach, teasing her shirt up until he found her bare skin.
Harmony sucked in a breath, tensing her belly against his touch.
Damien dragged his lips to her ear and whispered, “You are beautiful. So sexy. I want to see all of you, Harmony. Will you let me see you?”
She nodded, unable to push the words out.
Damien kissed his way to her neck, lifting her shirt at the same time.
When he exposed her entire belly, he lifted his body and repositioned himself to leave kisses all over her rounded flesh.
He licked her skin and nibbled her curves and loved her body with his fingers and mouth.
He released her hand and used both of his to push her shirt up and over her breasts, teasing the undersides of both breasts in an unasked question.
Harmony arched into his touch, and he answered by kissing between her breasts and tugging the cups to the side.
He swirled his tongue over one breast, then the other, as if he couldn’t decide which one to focus on.
When he rose up on his knees and brought her breasts together so he could draw both nipples into his mouth at the same time, she shivered with pleasure.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.
Harmony forced her eyes open and found him watching her, a look of unchecked desire in his gaze. She’d never seen that look directed at her, and seeing it in his eyes gave her the confidence that this was happening. Damien Joseph, her sexy protector, wanted her.
If it was a dream, she was not ready to wake up.
Harmony grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted, wanting to see his sculpted muscles. He took the hint and released her nipples, yanking his shirt off with one hand at the back of his neck.
Her hands went to his stomach without conscious thought, tracing the eight-pack of muscles she found there.
No wonder he could carry her. The man was a work of art.
She slid her hands up to his chest and scratched her nails over his flat brown nipples, loving the way it made the rest of his body twitch.
“I love that look,” he growled. “That look is making it hard for me to hold back.”
“Then don’t,” she challenged him.
She had no idea what that would do, but as soon as he moved, she was thrilled she’d thrown it out.
Slow and patient was gone, and the beast was unleashed.
Damien surged against her, his erection dragging against her clit and making her cry out.
He did it again, then backed off. He stood and pulled her up, removing her shirt with more care than she expected, then unclasping her bra before she realized his hand was at her back.
With her top completely exposed, Damien molded her breasts to his liking and pinched both nipples in his teeth. The pain sent a surge of pleasure through her, her body trembling with it. He slid his cock between her thighs again, and she nearly came from the pleasure.
Damien let her lay back again and stepped to the side. He opened his nightstand and pulled out a condom, pausing before grabbing two more and leaving them on the flat surface. He tossed the first one onto the bed next to Harmony, then unbuttoned his pants.
Harmony sat up to watch.
He smiled at her attention and slowed his movements. His zipper slid down with painful slowness, exposing black boxer briefs with a sizable erection barely contained. He hooked his thumbs in both, then released his boxer briefs and dropped only his pants to the floor.
Harmony sighed with disappointment.
“Your turn.”
Heat raced through her at the look in his eyes.
He didn’t hide his attraction to her, or the effect that attraction had on him.
He kicked his pants to the side, then squeezed his dick through his boxer briefs, stroking once before he licked his lips.
His gaze lingered on her exposed tits, then slid to her bare belly, but his look of lust never changed.
Harmony stood, smiling when he didn’t back up to give her space. Her naked upper half brushed his, sending a fresh pool of moisture to her core. She grabbed the sides of her leggings and panties and pushed both to the floor, bending at the waist to urge the clingy fabric off her body.
A groan tore through the room before his hand slid over her ass. “Fuck, this ass. It’s even sexier than I imagined.” He squeezed her flesh and grabbed his dick again. “I want you, Harmony.”
“Please.” She stood, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her entire exposed body to his.
He responded with a passionate kiss that included teeth and tongues and roaming hands.
One of his hands stayed on her ass, holding her body to his, and the other cupped her breast, then mapped her curves, then cupped the back of her neck and held her still for him to kiss her until he tore away from her with a gasp. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m having a hard time holding back, beautiful. Give me a second.”
Harmony had never felt the surge of female pride that rushed through her at his words.
She’d never been with a man who couldn’t wait to stretch her out and lose himself in her.
She’d enjoyed sex, and had exes who made it really good for her, but the great sex always came after knowing each other for a while, building to something that was more than one-night.
Damien was making their first time one of the best experiences of her life, and neither of them had come yet.
“Tell me what you like, Harmony. How do you like to come?”
“Um…”
“Do you want to get your vibrator?”
“You saw that?”
“I did, and I haven’t been able to think about it since.”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t need it,” she confessed.