Page 48 of Hard Rock Heat

The hand not holding my wrists moved from my hip, up my side. One large thumb found its way to the underside of my breast. It swept quick lines along the curve, the soft cotton of my bra doing nothing to dull the sensation. My nipples stiffened, jutting out from beneath myshirt.

That thumb found its way to one stiff peak. I let out a small, embarrassing squeak as he pressed down, rubbing in hard circles. It was like a direct line ran from my nipple to my core. My insides began to pulse along with my heartbeat. I squirmed, tilted my hips, wanting to feel him against me, wanting more, wanting to relieve the ache. I couldn't move too much, trapped as I was with my wrists pinned to the wall. I made a small noise of disappointment. He letgo.

"Put your arms around me," hedemanded.

I did so without a secondthought.

In one smooth motion, he hoisted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. With quick steps, he strode toward the chaise lounge sofa in the middle of the room. We fell down onto the cushions in a tangle of limbs. His rapidly hardening length pressed into my stomach. The evidence of his arousal made the throbbing inside me grow that muchstronger.

His hands skimmed up my thighs, under my skirt. Two fingers hooked under the elastic of my panties. His eyes met mine. I nodded shakily. He yanked them down sharply, down my legs and around my ankles. He threw them to the floor. I was about to protest, but his hands returned to my thighs, parting them. My toes curled at the heat in his eyes as he stared at me, examiningme.

"You look so fucking delicious," he said, his voice low in hischest.

"What—"

I couldn't finish my question as he darted forward and planted his face between my legs. My head fell back against the cushions with a long groan. His tongue swept lines between my lower lips before attacking the nub at the apex of my thighs. I let out a sharp gasp as I was assaulted withsensations.

"Oh my god," Imoaned.

I fisted handfuls of his hair, tugging him closer, urging him on. He kept up the onslaught, not stopping for a second. The pleasure inside me rose higher and higher. My legs shook. My muscles tensed up. My head tossed back andforth.

He sucked harder, playing with my clit using lips, tongue and teeth. My eyes flew open, my mouth open in a silent scream, orgasm hitting me withoutwarning.

He worked me though it, continuing to lick and suck, until finally the pleasure turned painful. I tugged on his hair again, telling him to stop. He lifted his head and crawled up mybody.

I thumped my head back against the sofa. "Fuck," I said, breathingheavily.

"Fuck is right," Damon agreed, placing a kiss on my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips. "You're fuckingdelicious."

"No, I mean—" I sat up, pulling my skirt down and pulling my legs to my chest. I brought my forehead to my knees with athud.

Damon kneeled above me, concerned. "Hey. Don't freakout."

"I can't believe we just did that," I said with amoan.

"I can," he said simply. "All that chemistry between us? It was about time itexploded."

"We're in the middle of a party," I insisted. "Anyone could have walkedin."

"But they didn't," hesaid.

He put his arms around me, trying to gather me to him. I placed my hands on his chest, pulling awayreluctantly.

"I broke my rule. No touching untilyou—"

"Go out with me," hefinished.

"Exactly," Isaid.

"No." He shook his head. "I mean, go out with me. Forreal."

I blinked. "What?"

His lips quirked into a smile. "I'm asking you out on a date. Candlelit dinner, mood music, the wholething."

"Are you serious?" Iasked.

"Yes." He shrugged. "So what if we did thisbackwards?"