Page 32 of California Love Songs (The Davenports, #4)
Her fingers slid up his chest, feeling the hard, warm muscle under his shirt. She could sense the tension in him, the way his control was fraying just like hers. The kiss became more urgent, more demanding, as though both of them knew there was no turning back now.
Damien’s hands traveled lower, skimming the curves of her hips in her skin-tight leotard. Her breath hitched, her body craving more, wanting to feel all of him. She pressed herself against him, her body aching for the connection, for the intimacy that had always been just out of reach.
Suddenly he picked her up and she hooked her legs around his waist. It was like they were dancing salsa again, so in tune were their bodies, and she loved the way he led her.
He laid her down on the huge bed with its dark satin sheets, slipped off her high heels, and then his lips immediately moved to her neck, kissing her with a hunger that made her pulse race even faster.
She tilted her head back, giving him more access, her hands tangling in his dark curls as she pulled him closer.
The way he kissed her, the way he touched her, made her feel as though she were the only woman in the world.
She could feel his desire building, the way he was losing himself in her, just as she was losing herself in him.
Crystal’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as his hands moved lower, running over her curves again and tugging down her leggings.
She arched her back, pressing herself into his groin and then grabbed the strong, hard muscles of his back to pull him even closer.
Damien groaned softly against her skin as she found the buttons of his shirt.
She needed it off immediately. There shouldn’t be any material between them, just skin on skin.
Impatient, she rolled the two of them over until she was sitting astride him.
Staring into his eyes, she undid the buttons to reveal his muscular chest. She ran her hands over the smooth skin, unable to stop from smiling as he shivered beneath her touch.
“Crystal,” he whispered, “I want you so badly.”
For years she had longed to hear those words. They did not disappoint.
She held his gaze as she began to subtly gyrate her hips. His desire grew and grew and the hardness pressed against her and the heat between them was almost unbearable. She wanted him now . But she also wanted it to last.
She slowed the rhythmic up and down of her hips, enjoying how his eyes had fluttered closed. He was lost in pleasure.
She began to kiss his neck, to taste his skin, and lick at his earlobes.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured.
When he finally opened his eyes, they were dark with desire, but there was something else there, something deeper—a promise. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice a breathless whisper.
Crystal smiled, her lips curling up in a way that was pure temptation. “Yes,” she breathed, the word a vow, a declaration. “I’m sure.” The line between friends and lovers had officially blurred, and neither of them was looking back.
And with that, Damien flipped her over, taking the lead again in that way that she loved, just like he did on the dance floor.
He pulled off his jeans, revealing a dark curl of hair above his white boxers, and then with a devilish grin, peeled down her skin-tight leotard, slowly revealing each inch of her tanned curves.
When she was fully naked, he let his mouth roam over her whole body. She had never felt so worshiped. His tongue lingered over the most sensitive parts of her, and she trembled beneath his tender but insistent touch.
She could feel her arousal deepening; how much more teasing could she take?
“Crystal,” he whispered, his voice low, raw with longing. “I want you.”
This time she knew exactly what he meant.
Because she wanted him too. She wanted to feel the strength of his embrace, to feel the way his body would fit inside hers in a way that would be both familiar and brand new.
It was time to move past their sexy dancing into something real, something deeper than the rhythm of the night.
She didn’t have the words to respond, so Crystal’s heart fluttered as she closed the small distance between them.
Their lips met in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative, like the beginning of a new dance.
But as the heat between them grew, so did the intensity of their kiss.
His mouth moved against hers with purpose, his hands sliding to the small of her back, pulling her even closer.
Then he slid out of his boxers.
She gasped as she saw his full arousal and reached out to touch and tease the long, smooth shaft of him before he slipped on a condom.
He lowered himself onto her waiting body and they resumed their kiss, his body molded against hers, and she pressed herself against him, feeling all the hard edges of bone and muscle, the strength in his arms as he held her hands.
He entered her then, and groaned, as satisfied as she at this long-awaited arrival.
As he deepened his penetration and her hands escaped his to pull at his hips, she urged him to thrust even deeper.
Crystal felt the world around her blur as she surrendered to the moment, to the man who had been her friend, her partner on the dance floor—and now, in the most intimate way, so much more.
As he moved inside her, their bodies became the music, instruments of pleasure that were made to play with one another.
As his rhythm grew faster, she matched his movements with a hunger that had been building for so long it knew no bounds.
Every breath they shared seemed to heighten the fire between them. She wanted this to last forever, to hold on to each shudder of pleasure as it rose in waves, right from her center and throughout the rest of her body.
It was just Crystal, Damien, and the passion of the moment—and as they reached their climax together, they both knew that they were no longer just friends.
They were perfect, and most delicious, lovers.