Page 59 of Hard Rock Heat

My heart jumped at the size of him, even as my insides melted at the thought of him inside me. Heat pooled in my stomach, flowing to my core, dripping down mythighs.

There had been too much teasing. Too much foreplay. I neededmore.

I needed this man insideme.

With my eyes locked on his, I popped the jeans button and slowly pulled down the zipper. His gaze seared into mine, heat flaringup.

I pulled him out and wrapped my hand around him gently. I looked down. I swallowed hard. He was even more impressive than I'd expected. With soft, experimental strokes, I examined the shape of him. Thick and hard, with a visible, pulsing vein. His cock jumped in my hands. He let out ahiss.

He reached into the side dresser and pulled out a square foil packet. With expert skill, he rolled onprotection.

He pressed his mouth to mine in a wet, messy kiss. I opened my thighs wider, urging him in between them. He lowered himself onto me, keeping his weight from crushing me with his arms on either side of my head. His cock brushed my inner thigh. My insides ached with want. Withneed.

He tilted his hips until the tip was nestled between my folds. He held himself there, the tip just at my entrance,waiting.

"Please," Iwhispered.

"Please, what?" he asked, teasing me, darklyamused.

I growled and wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him toward me. "You knowwhat."

"Say it," he ordered. "I want to hear you say thewords."

"Fuck me," I said breathlessly, giving in to him again. "I need you to fuckme."

With one single thrust, he pushed into me. We groaned in unison. I fluttered around him, trying to accommodate his size. He slowly withdrew, the blunt head scraping against my inner walls. Pleasure shot through me with every inch of withdrawal. He pushed back in, parting me again. I squeezed him, pulsingwildly.

"Fuck," he cursed. "So fuckingsweet."

I tilted my hips sharply, changing the angle, sucking him indeeper.

He groaned again as he bottomed out. "Sweetness, you're killingme."

"More," Idemanded.

He obliged, thrusting in and out, speeding up the pace. My nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as I clung to him. He crashed his lips back onto mine. His tongue mimicked the motions of his hips, darting in andout.

His movements soon became wild, uncoordinated. I knew he was close. He reached down and pressed a thumb to my still sensitive clit. I gasped. He rubbed in circles, pressing down hard. It was enough to send me over the edge. I shrieked, but his mouth on mine muffled thesound.

His hips sped up, jerking and snapping against mine. With a final thrust, he let out a choked moan. His cock twitched and pulsed inside me. I shook and trembled from aftershocks just as his arms shook withstrain.

We panted into each others mouths, eyes locked, until our muscles relaxed. I lowered my legs from his hips and removed my nails from hisback.

He lifted himself from me, kneeling above me on the bed. He was still wearing his shirt, his jeans only pushed halfway down. I was still wearing my bra and shirt, my skirt having been pushed to mywaist.

"That was…" I huffed out an exhausted breath, not able tocontinue.

"I know," Damon said, still sounding equallybreathless.

We stared at each other, basking in the afterglow until our breathingslowed.

He grinned suddenly. "I worked up an appetite. You wantdinner?"

Dinner at home, with Damon. My heart thumped. Was he going to cook for mehimself?

"I can order a pizza or something," heoffered.

I laughed inwardly. Sometimes Damon surprised me, but other times he was exactly the guy he seemed tobe.