She sucked in a breath as those talented lips made their way downward. Next thing she knew, that mouth covered her sex and she saw stars. He devoured her like a starving man who’d been given a feast, and she reaped the rewards.
His tongue ran up and down her sex, teasing, tasting, and even nipping along the way. She moaned in delight, grinding herself against his mouth, seeking relief from the building tightness that started low in her body, a growing need that threatened to explode.
His hands came to rest on her thighs, and he sucked her clit into his mouth, torturing her in the best possible way. Her body tingled and sensation mounted until suddenly she flew apart, coming hard, everything inside her coalescing into the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had.
Before she could come back to herself, he’d come over her, his hard cock already covered with a condom, and he began easing himself inside her. Easing being the operative word because he was big and she needed to stretch to accommodate him.
He raised his hips and pushed in deeper. “Okay?”
She grinned. “So damned good. What are you waiting for?”
“That’s my sassy girl.” He eased out and thrust hard, slamming in until they were joined completely, his hard cock pulsing inside her.
He was big, thick, and she felt him everywhere, and if she’d thought she was a one-orgasm—if she was lucky—girl, she learned differently. She’d been with the wrong men. Because she’d never felt a man like Damon Prescott inside her before.
She also knew he’d ruined her for all other men. And that was before he began to move. A few pumps of his hips and she was climbing toward release again, but before she could gain traction, he pulled out.
“Switch positions,” he said, his gaze hot on hers.
She released the headboard, groaning as she lowered her arms because she’d been gripping the iron so tightly.
He helped her up and flipped her onto her belly. “On your knees.”
She did as he asked, rising up and glancing over her shoulder. He’d already come over her, his chest pressing to her back, his cock nudging at her entrance. But he paused to seal his lips over hers and kiss her hard before he began thrusting into her, immediately taking her for the ride of her life.
All the pent-up passion they’d been feeling exploded between them. He thrust in and slid back, his hips slamming against her as he picked up rhythm. One arm hooked around her waist, the other tweaking her nipple, he fucked her hard and deep. She moaned and shifted to meet every hit of their bodies together.
Waves of need rose up, emotion running through her, the feeling traveling from her sex through her throat. And when her climax hit, it was sudden and powerful and she needed more.
“Harder, Damon. Please.” She drew in a breath at the same time he slammed deep, and she lost track of time and place, every one of her senses gone as Damon owned her, body and soul. But she was keeping her heart. The only person she could trust it with was herself.
* * *
Damon collapsed on top of Evie, realizing immediately he was crushing her. He rolled off, coaxing her into him and inhaling her musky scent as he pulled in deep breaths, coming down from the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.
And the sound of her in the throes of pleasure? Harder, Damon. Please. He let out a groan. Fuck, but he wanted to hear his name on her lips again and again.
“You okay?” He pressed a kiss to her neck and stayed there, content with a woman for maybe the first time.
“You killed me.” The sound she let out was half laugh, half groan.
“It’s a talent.” He rolled over and she turned, looking into his eyes, realizing immediately he’d said the wrong thing. A bad joke. Evie wasn’t just another fuck. She’d never be just another … anything. Not to him. “It’s a talent with you.”
Something shuttered behind her eyes. A wall of protection he’d seen when he asked about the jacket. Which reminded him of the scar he’d seen when she’d finally stripped for him.
“Come on. We both know you’re a playboy when you want to be. And that’s fine. We agreed on what this is.”
He frowned but she went on.
“I saw how Candy, Mandy, whatever her name was looked at you. And I’m sure she’s not the only one.”
He narrowed his gaze, fully aware she had a point. “But there’s only one you.” She probably thought it was a line. He was deadly serious, but he knew she wasn’t ready to hear or believe him.
Before he could watch or listen to her dismiss his honest comment, he rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom, threw the condom in the trash, cleaned up, and rejoined her, immediately pulling her back into him.