“I’ve been watching you in that barely there bikini all day. Hoping the guys were blind. Wanting to throw them into the ocean so I could be alone with you.”
She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled on the silken strands. “Then kiss me again.”
“Where? Here?” He licked her lips and thrust his tongue inside once more, greedily taking her mouth. “Or here?” He dipped lower, nipping at her collarbone. “Or would you prefer I kiss you here?” He slid the cup of her bikini over her breast, revealing her skin to the warm island air and his waiting mouth.
A flick of his tongue and the pull of his lips that she felt straight down to her clit had her writhing on the cushion.
“Or is it here that you want me to kiss you?” He eased her bottoms down her thighs and off her legs, leaning over to press a kiss on her neatly trimmed sex.
“Yesss,” she moaned, arching her hips in a clear entreaty for more. “There.”
“No problem.” Then he went about what he did best, licking, sucking, and eating at her until she was trembling with desire, her body fighting itself because she couldn’t climb fast enough and she needed to peak and fall over that glorious edge.
He gripped her thighs in his big hands and held her legs apart, enabling him to delve inside her with his tongue. Unable to hold back, she cried out at the amazing feel of him, raising and lowering her hips, needing to feel him everywhere. Without warning, he moved, his mouth shifting to her clit, flicking at the tiny nub, and soon she was coming, seeing fireworks behind her closed eyes.
“Damon, God. Yes. Yes.” She continued to murmur words, his name, and pleas for more.
He kept going until she peaked and returned to earth. He stood, and before she knew what was happening, he came back over her, notched himself at her entrance, and thrust inside.
She grabbed for his shoulders the minute he entered her because he hit just the right spot and she climaxed once more.
Knowing she was there, he didn’t take it slow. He lunged into her, over and over, his deep groans echoing in her ear, the sound of his pleasure arousing on a whole different level.
“Fuck, Evie. You’re so tight. So hot. So perfect.” Then he shouted as his release took hold and he came hard, the large lounger creaking beneath them.
When he finally rolled off her, she was an emotional wreck from the unexpected emotions soaring through her. She glanced over to find him tying off the condom, and she said a prayer of thanks he’d been coherent enough to think of protection, because she sure as hell hadn’t been.
“Evie?”
She met his gaze, shifting her bikini top back in place and sliding on her bottoms. “Yes?”
A sexy smile curved his lips. “Stop overthinking.” He rose to his feet in all his naked glory, and she did her best not to sigh as she looked at his tanned, muscular body.
She blinked into the sun, unsure of how to reply. He obviously knew her well or her feelings showed on her face.
“Just enjoy being in paradise, okay?” He picked up a beach bag, obviously ready to leave.
She nodded and began to help him gather their things and head up to the house.
“We’ll just go up to our room, shower, and then let me take you for the best lobster dinner you’ve ever had. Think you can do that?”
“Of course.” She shook her head, knowing he was right. For now she was going to have fun. The time to think would come soon enough.
* * *
Damon sat across from Evie at a restaurant on the ocean. From their seats outside, they could see the rise and fall of the waves as they swept in and out, the scent of saltwater around them. She had a two-pound lobster in front of her, and he had a three-pounder he’d finished in front of him. Although the kitchen staff had cracked the claws before serving, they’d both had to work hard to pull out the meat. With her bib around her neck and a determined expression on her face, she looked adorable.
“So, can I ask you something?” She pulled a leg off the body and sucked out the meat.
Watching her purse her lips was hell on the raging desire that had been plaguing him since they’d arrived on the island. Even their time on the beach hadn’t sated his need. But taking her out for a nice dinner had always been on his agenda, and tonight was special.
“Go ahead,” he said in a gruff voice.
She met his gaze. “You really didn’t care when you found out about your uncle Paul being your biological father?”
He didn’t even have to think about it. “Nope.” And since she’d brought up the subject of Jesse Prescott, Damon was glad he’d already finished his dinner.