Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [98]
She knew what they had was temporary, but she also knew it was more than purely physical, that he truly liked her and maybe even cared for her. And that he was sincerely gratified to see her reveling in her sexuality so completely.
“Um, where are we going?” she asked as the headlights cut through the night, revealing that they’d abandoned the city completely now—for the desert. On either side of the road, she saw nothing but dry earth dotted with low green-brown bushes, and a moment ago a tumbleweed had even gone rolling across the two-lane highway.
“Here,” he replied lowly as he eased the car off onto a side road that was actually nothing more than a dirt path.
“Um, where is here? Since this kinda looks like nowhere.”
He stopped the car, turning to peer at her, the dashboard lights illuminating his expression. She’d seldom seen him look so serious. “I guess I just…wanted to be alone with you tonight. Really alone. Not just in the suite, but…away from everything.”
Brenna didn’t answer, because she didn’t know what to say. She’d worked pretty hard to keep the parameters of their relationship straight in her mind. Even though she’d fallen in love with him, she’d known it was going nowhere. Even if he did care about her, she’d understood that it was not romance.
This, though, sounded strangely like romance.
He let his gaze drop briefly, a slightly self-deprecating grin stealing over his face as he raised his eyes back to hers. “Is this weird? Or just…boring? After everything else this week, all the other places we’ve fucked? Is it strange that I brought you out here? That I want to be inside you with no one else around, no other distraction—just me and you?”
She swallowed, hard. She’d never heard him speak quite so tenderly—or ever sound even remotely sheepish. “No,” she managed to whisper. “Not at all. I…like it.”
Because he’d been right last night—no matter how wild or brazen she became, she would still always appreciate a loving, caring, romantic man.
“Come outside with me,” he said. “I want to be outside with you, feel the night with you.”
As Brenna walked with Damon into the stark desert landscape, she began to experience that tiny feeling, that way you could feel standing at the shore peering out over the vast ocean, the way she’d heard people felt at the Grand Canyon. It was like being immersed wholly in nature, forced to feel it, see it. Even in the dark, the rims of the mountains in the distance were visible in dim silhouette, the sky above just a shade lighter in midnight blue. A warm breeze stirred the night air around them.
She’d likened the “Grand Canyon feeling” to Vegas in a different way upon her arrival here, but this…this was so much deeper, better. She realized she wanted to be alone with him, too.
Finally, Damon stopped and turned to face her. “I like being out here. No lights, no noises—nothing but you.” Then he lifted his hands to her face and pressed his mouth to hers. It was as hot and arousing as the first kiss he’d ever given her—in the closet at Fetish—and she immediately needed something else.
“Fuck me,” she breathed more gently than she’d known such words could leave her.
And as Damon drew her to her knees on the desert floor, as he slowly pushed up her top and bra and kissed her breasts, as he gently peeled off her jeans and his own and eased his way into her warm, wanting body, she realized she’d never known fucking could be so sweet.
They moved together, slowly at first, but then harder—she lifted against his cock, her hips bucking, seeking that hot friction she loved. And he kissed her as he slid in and out of her, kissed her and caressed her and made her feel worshipped from head to toe.
“Ah, God—you feel so damn good tonight,” he said on a heated breath. “Your naked pussy’s so soft and smooth when I slide in.”
Mmm, she’d forgotten that she might feel a bit new, different to him now. It turned her on just to think about it.
“You feel better than anyone, ever,” he went on.
And her chest contracted at his words. “Ever?” she managed. Now he fucked