Kneeling in front of her spread legs, he lifted her hips and entered in one thrust. He threw his head back and sucked in air through his teeth.
He’d come home.
Her warmth and softness surrounded him, welcomed him. Damian closed his eyes and enveloped her body in his arms, bringing her closer.
“Do you feel me, baby? Can you sense what you do to me?” He ground into her while he tugged her earlobe with his teeth. Then he circled the delicate shell with his tongue.
Kerry moaned and moved her mouth to lick his nipple. Her fingers caressed the muscles of his back that shifted under her touch. Her palms drifted to his buttocks, continuing her kneading. The pleasure was pure and explosive, and drove him to an even greater urgency to claim her. The smell of her arousal drove him to the brink, leaving him wondering if he would survive her leaving him. The feelings she invoked were much more than sexual desire.
She rotated her hips and threw her
head back. Their hearts beat in frantic rhythm as they moved into the age-old dance of love. Damian’s gaze wandered over her face. Eyes closed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed with passion.
No matter what the cost, this woman would be his. Now and always.
He brushed back the ringlets from her sweat-soaked forehead and took her mouth in another possessive kiss. Their tongues tangled as they clung to each other, their bodies slick with heat.
His right hand found her left and clasped it as he moved within her warm depths. She arched her back as they shifted together, bringing more blood rushing to his groin.
He stared into her half-lidded eyes. “I want to watch you come apart in my arms.”
Kerry moved under him frantically, tossing her head on the pillow. Even if it hadn’t been more than a year since she’d had sex, she knew this was no casual joining. Powerful feelings of belonging and oneness that had been missing in her six year marriage rose to the surface. How could she already sense this strong connection between the two of them?
She ran her fingers through the strands that hung over Damian’s forehead. She bit down lightly on his earlobe, then licked and kissed, soothing the area.
The weight of his body on hers, his smell and touch, everything that was Damian surrounded her, cloaked her in need. He angled his body so he stroked her swollen nub as he went deeper into her welcoming depth. All of Kerry’s insides coiled like a spring ready to snap. She sensed the wave out there, elusive, but ready to crash over her. She tightened her leg muscles, stretching, reaching.
Damian’s erratic breathing in her ear as he thrust into her spurred her on. She inhaled deeply of his scent, licked the salt from the taut skin of his neck. Pulse after pulse of pleasure surrounded her in a surge, tumbling her in its intensity as she cried out for Damian, seeking an anchor in the whirlwind of bliss enveloping her.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he growled as he gave one final thrust, then groaned as she pulsed around his member, triggering his release.
Kerry gasped, attempting to fill her lungs with air. The essence of Damian filled her nostrils, battering her senses.
What the hell just happened?
The sound of their deep breaths echoed in the room. Damian shifted to the side, pulling her against his chest. The pounding of his heart against her ear matched the frantic rhythm of her own.
He smoothed back the damp curls from her forehead. “I love you.”
The words sluiced over her as Damian whispered against her temple. Kerry opened her eyes wide, and then closed them with a groan.
I love you?
How could he possibly have said that? Panic and guilt clenched her soul. She should have stuck to her guns and not allowed this to happen.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Damian propped himself on his elbow and studied her, tracing circles on her breast with his fingertip.
“No, you shouldn’t have. It’s not possible.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because we’ve only know each other a few days.” She shifted to her side to face him. Despite her almost automatic response, she found it difficult not to admit the power of their connection that defied all reason. Somehow, their bond was compelling.
“So? My brother Don and his wife Charlene met on a ski weekend at Lake Tahoe. They stopped in Reno on their way home and got married.”
“No way.”
“Yes, way. They’ve been married four years and have twin girls.”