Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [31]
He arched one sleepy brow. “Oh?”
“I, uh…don’t exactly remember what happened after we got here last night. I’m…not very good with hard liquor.”
He cast a naughty look. “Wrong, babe—you were very good.” Then he winked. “But nothing happened after we came back here—unfortunately. We just crawled into bed and went to sleep.”
She lowered her chin slightly, peering at him from her pillow. “Sorry about that.”
His eyes shone as warm and sexual as always—but she’d not yet begun to get used to it. “Maybe you can make it up to me.”
Suddenly remembering the closet, his hands, and the rough, welcome entry of his cock, her pussy tingled. “I’ll do my best.”
In response, his palm closed over her hip, heating her further—and she forgot all about the possibility of bad breath as she instinctively leaned nearer, nearer, until their mouths collided.
The kiss fueled her desire so much that she found herself wanting to touch his penis, wrap her fingers around it, make it hard. But she was feeling just a little more shy than last night, so instead she only splayed her hand across his muscular chest, liking how hard he felt there, too.
One hot kiss melted into another until Damon drifted downward, his mouth descending to her neck. And just like last night, the simple affection delivered a pleasure that stretched all through her, even as the stubble on his chin gently chafed her skin, adding still more sensation.
Soon, his tongue raked over one nipple as his hand closed over her other breast. Gasping, she instinctively thrust her chest deeper into his grasp—and his mouth. The swirl of his tongue around the wet tip of her breast made her crazy with lust, and she found herself looping one leg across his to draw him closer. What a few seconds before had been licking now turned to sucking, and he drew the sensitive peak deep, deeper into his mouth, shooting a blast of hot delight straight to her cunt.
Which is when her gaze landed on the digital clock on his side of the bed.
“Damon,” she breathed, fingers threading through his thick hair. “Damon—what time is our meeting with Blush?”
He released her nipple from his mouth, his breath warming the pink bud when he said, “Eight. Why?”
Her lust deflated. “It’s twenty ’til.”
“Shit,” he whispered, and they both went still—until he lowered one soft, gentle kiss to the flesh directly next to her nipple and said, “To be continued.”
That quickly, he’d turned her just as feral and wild as she’d felt last night. “Definitely. I still have lots to make up for, and I expect you to hold me to it.”
“Damn straight,” he growled.
As she pulled away to roll out of bed, Brenna wanted to howl her frustration but held it in. Oh God, how she wanted him. Only more slowly this time. She wanted to explore his body, top to bottom. She wanted to kiss him more. Touch him. Let him touch her. She wanted more of those sumptuous treats at her breasts. She wanted him between her legs. She wanted everything.
Yet duty called, and they both knew it. Thus, moments later, she found herself back in her own room, shedding the white robe she’d grabbed from Damon’s enormous bathroom, ready for the shower. Damon had offered his bathroom, but since they were late and all of her things were here, she’d declined.
Only when she passed by the wide bathroom mirror did she notice she still wore her jewelry from last night. The sight made her pause in place. Naked, with her hair mussed, she thought she looked…incredibly hot. Given that it remained a very new feeling for her, she relished it, so much that she almost wanted to stand there and study herself awhile and forget the shower.
Yet sense prevailed—along with the knowledge that the sooner she showered, the sooner she would see Damon again. In a hurry after the quick soap and rinse, she dressed simply—jeans and a fitted blouse—but still hoped she looked the part of an A&R rep.
When she knocked on the door of Damon’s lavish suite a few minutes later, he greeted her with a kiss hello.