Devil You Know(Lost Boys Book 1)(14)

His eyes went from pale to dark in a flash. “Are you sure?”

“Very.”

He seemed to debate with himself, the gentleman in him wanting to make the moment special, but it already was special because of him. We didn’t speak again until we were in his apartment. He had cleaned, and thinking of Damian Tate cleaning his apartment made me smile.

“What?”

“You cleaned your apartment.”

“I had a reason to. Are you sure you want this?”

“Kiss me, Damian.”

He didn’t need to be asked again. He closed the distance, but this time his kiss wasn’t just a kiss, it was a claiming. He explored my mouth as his hands moved over my body, learning every curve. For the first few minutes, I was lost in his kiss and all the feelings it stirred in me, but then I became as interested in learning his body as he was in mine. My touch wasn’t as sure as his, my hands touched his sides before moving to his back, up the hard slabs of muscle to his shoulders. His fingers threaded through my hair and tilted my head so he could kiss me deeper as his other arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me right up against him, chest to thigh. Every nerve was on fire when Damian took a step back, thinking he was retreating had me biting my lip to keep from protesting.

He wasn’t retreating. He reached for my blouse and slowly unbuttoned it, his finger running a trail down the valley between my breasts. No sooner was my blouse on the floor that my bra followed. The harsh inhale from him not only made me feel ridiculously sexy but rid me of the last of my nerves. I reached for his shirt, pulling it from his jeans and unbuttoned it as slowly as he had mine. He had nothing on under it, so I was gifted with the sight of his muscled chest and abs that formed the eight muscles leading down to the part of him I was most interested in. “You’re beautiful.”

In the next breath I was in his arms, my breasts pressed against his naked chest and just that contact started a quivering between my legs. He lifted me into his arms, swung me up like I weighed nothing, and walked me to his room. He dropped me to my feet and worked on getting my jeans off, and when he lowered himself down my body to follow the denim down my legs, I moaned feeling the warmth of his breath teasing the curls between my legs.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

My legs had gone boneless, my fingers digging into Damian’s shoulders for balance as I did as he asked, exposing the most vulnerable part of myself to him.

“I’m going to kiss you here.”

I knew the mechanics of sex, but it was a whole other matter having a man like Damian on his knees in front of me telling me, in that deep dark voice, what he intended.

“Thea?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

He chuckled, the sound wrapped around my heart and then his lips were on me, his tongue, and I cried out because nothing had ever felt so incredible. He teased me, touching my clit, moving deeper but never giving me what I wanted. I felt myself falling backwards onto the bed, his fingers on my thighs almost hurt as he yanked me to the edge seconds before his tongue pushed into me. Lights flashed behind my closed lids as the most intense pleasure caused chills to ripple over every nerve ending. I would give him anything. Offer him anything to keep him right where he was, doing exactly what he was doing.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” My fingers curled in the sheets but as his fingers started working in tandem with his tongue and teeth, my hands moved to his head, my fingers fisting his hair as my hips moved against his face. When I came, the intensity of the orgasm brought tears to my eyes even as they rolled into the back of my head. I felt so deliciously sated. He moved and I heard the rustling of clothes stirring me from my blissful moment. The sight of him standing over me, the beauty of his muscled body, his erection that was slightly terrifying in size, sated was replaced with desire so profound I became bold. I moved further up on the bed and spread my legs even wider. It was all the invitation he needed. He rolled on a condom and covered my body with his own.

His kissed me and I tasted myself on his tongue. His mouth moved to my jaw. “You’re so sweet. Can you taste it?”

He kissed me again but harder. “One night isn’t going to be enough,” he whispered.

I pulled my hands through his hair and forced his gaze on me. “I don’t want just one night with you.”

“I need to be inside you. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

His hand disappeared between our bodies and I felt the tip of his cock touching me right where I ached for him. “It’s going to hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

He kissed me again, deep and wet, then I felt a burning between my legs as he thrust forward. I tensed as my fingers dug into his arms.