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CARLOTTA

I made my choice and now there’s no turning back. I want Damon more than anything and now I know he wants me, too. And if that means only one night then so be it. I’m ready.

He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Once we’re back inside the cabin, he kicks the door shut, locks it and carries me back over to the fireplace. Grabbing the blanket with one hand, he shakes it out, laying it down on the floor. Then he slowly lowers himself down, gently laying me back, and captures my mouth in a slow, sultry kiss that sends delicious shockwaves through my body.

I love how he can be so demanding one minute and then take it down the next, moving so slowly, so teasingly, that I want to cry. Our tongues explore and he traces the seam of my lips with his tongue then begins kissing my neck. He’s taking his time, being utterly thorough, and I’m on the verge of melting into a puddle on the floor.

The moment he licks and then lightly sucks the spot right below my ear, I moan. I’m not sure why but, oh, my goodness, that spot makes me lose my mind a little.

“Is that the spot, sweetheart?” he asks, voice husky. But before I can answer, his hand slides between my legs and I lose all ability to form a coherent sentence. His fingers start stroking and I arch against his hand, needing more.

As if he can read my mind, he slips a finger, then two, inside me and thrusts them in and out. The heat and friction begin to build and when his thumb touches my clit, rubbing and finding the exact right pressure, everything in me tenses then explodes in the most beautiful way.

I cry out and he kisses me hard as he works my T-shirt up and off, tossing it aside. The fire crackles and everything is so hot—the flames, my body, his touch. The glow of the firelight illuminates my body, reminding me that I am completely naked now. He moves back, his gaze slowly sliding down my nakedness, soaking in every single curve.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, sliding his hands down my sides and over my hips. “I’m going to kiss every single curve on your body. Give you so much pleasure…make you scream…”

I can feel my insides turn to liquid and I need to feel his skin against mine. Reaching for his shirt, I yank it up with trembling hands and he helps, pulling it over his head. Then he lowers himself down, covering me with his heavy body, and he licks along the curve of my breast. After a minute, he makes his way over to the other one, swirling his tongue around the taut nipple. When he sucks it into his mouth, I’m glad I’m already lying down or I would’ve fallen to the floor when my knees buckled. It feels so damn good and I’m quivering like a bowl of jelly.

His lips, mouth and tongue are a thing of beauty and every nerve ending in my body is responding to his touches, his caresses. I’m losing myself in a sensual haze and I reach down and run my hand over the very big, very hard bulge tenting his cargo pants. When I lightly squeeze, he groans, hips thrusting forward, filling my hand with his cock which is so much bigger than I even imagined.

Oh, wow. Biting my lower lip, wrapping my legs around him, I hook a foot around his calf and try to pull him closer. Right where I need him, grinding up, circling my hips.

“Please,” I murmur, not even recognizing my own voice. It’s so desperate and husky, dripping with need. Just like my core.

“I’m taking my time with you,” he says, moving down my body, dropping kisses everywhere.

God, I’m so overheated and all I can do is twist and turn and moan. I slide my fingers through his hair and he’s nudging my legs further apart and, before I can say anything, his mouth latches onto my pussy again. Licking me into an absolute frenzy. I’m so sensitive and I’m not sure how much more of this sweet torture I can take.

“Please…I can’t…” I twist and feel an intense pressure building all over again. Holy crap, this man can deliver the orgasms.

After another lick, he pulls back, moves off me and says, “Hang on, sweetheart.”

My vision is hazy as I watch him walk away, his gait a little uneven, and then bend over to dig around in his duffel bag. God, that ass of his is a thing of beauty and I want to bite it. When he turns back around, I see the condom in his hand and my heart starts beating double-time. This is it—I’m lying on the floor in front of a roaring fire, naked and glistening, and I’m about to have sex. With greedy eyes, I watch him strip his cargo pants and black boxer shorts off and suck in a sharp breath.

Damon’s body is even more amazing than I ever would’ve guessed. Literally perfect in every single way—from his chiseled face to his broad shoulders, those perfectly-carved abs and that monstrous cock standing up straight. My mouth waters.

I want him so desperately and he’s about to be all mine.

For one precious night, a little voice reminds me. So enjoy it while you can.

Yeah, I plan to enjoy every amazing second.

Lifting my arms, reaching for him, he goes down to his knees, takes my hands and presses a kiss along my knuckles. Then he lets go, rips the package open and rolls the condom onto his length. I can’t help but notice his leaking tip and the slight grimace on his face. I think he’s aching just as much as I am.

He lowers onto his elbows, settling between my legs, and kisses me deeply. The first contact of his steel cock against my drenched pussy and I let out a soft, needy whimper. He left me on the edge of an orgasm and I need release just as much as he does. Arching up, trying to pull him into my body, I feel him push forward.

My body stretches and, for a moment, I panic, not sure I can accommodate him. But he immediately retreats then slides in again, this time going deeper and a sharp sting makes me gasp.

“You can take me, sweetheart. Just relax,” he coaxes.

My legs drop open more and his finger finds my clit. His touch has my senses going haywire and my body responds, stretching, taking him all the way. Once he’s seated fully, I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to get used to him.

“See how good you take me?” He pulls almost all the way out and slides in again, his fingers working their unbelievable magic.

Oh, Jesus. I’m not sure how much more of this I can handle. The stinging sensation is gone and now every nerve ending is tingling, throbbing, dancing like it’s competing on flipping Dancing With the Stars and doing the cha cha. Or, in this case, the horizontal mambo.

He’s being slow and gentle, driving into my body with long, heavy thrusts now and it’s pushing me over the edge fast. I hold on for as long as I can, but I’m no match for his experience, the skill he has over me. He’s playing my body like a damn fiddle and I’m loving every second of it.

A moment later, my release hits me hard. With a cry, I ride out the wave of pleasure pouring through my body, shivers extending out every limb and ending in the tips of my fingers, toes and hair follicles. Holy God, this is better than I ever imagined it would be, but I know why. It’s because of Damon. There’s no doubt in my mind that his taking his time and care with me is the reason I’m shuddering with a full-body orgasm right now.

Would Rendall have done that? No way. All he ever did was give me lazy kisses and cop a feel every once in a while. He wasn’t passionate like Damon. It never felt good or right and I’m so damn grateful I didn’t give in and sleep with him just to unload my virginity.

Above me, Damon lifts my hips higher and starts thrusting harder, faster, chasing after his own release. It hits him fast and I look up. Our gazes lock and he stares into my eyes, into my very soul, as his hips keep pumping and he empties himself completely. His entire body stiffens then shudders. Afterward, he leans down and kisses me. It’s deep and slow, and I can feel him still pulsing inside me.

I don’t want this moment to ever end. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before. It’s almost…magical.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. But then he slowly pulls out and, after another soft kiss, he gets up. I watch him walk away, unable to pull my attention off his flexing ass. He tosses the condom then grabs a dish towel. Kneeling down, he gently wipes the blood from my thighs and I swallow hard, uncomfortable because I’m not used to it, but I’m thankful.

Balling up the towel, he tosses it aside then grabs some pillows, lays back down and pulls me into his arms.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, stroking a hand over my head and down my hair. He twists his fingers around a lock, playing with it, and I sigh softly.

I nod, my cheek against his firm chest. “Yes. That was…”

“Incredible,” he finishes, tightening his arms around me.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.

Being in his arms is so comfortable, so very right, and my eyes flutter closed. He keeps playing with my hair and it’s lulling me to sleep. The feel of his warm, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close, lets me know I’m safe and, before I realize it, I’m drifting off to sleep as the fire crackles beside us.

My dreams are filled with Damon. All I can see are his dark, intense eyes and his slightly spicy smell infiltrates me. I can still taste his kisses and in my dreams I arch up into his touches. I never thought I would find someone like him. He soothes me on every level and I know we jumped into things fast, but he made it clear he can only promise me one glorious night.

Although, technically, he did say whatever happens here stays here. Kind of like Vegas. So I’m thinking if we have another couple of nights, it only makes sense to enjoy each other’s company. Nothing wrong with that, right? Especially when the attraction between us is dangerously, uncontrollably combustible and burning out of control.

Whatever happens, I refuse to regret sleeping with Damon and for however long this lasts, I’m going to revel in each and every moment.

I’m not sure how long I sleep but at some point my eyes flutter open and I’m no longer in Damon’s arms. It must be the middle of the night and I look over to see Damon laying next to me, staring into the fire.

“Why’re you awake?” I ask, rubbing my eyes and moving closer.

“I put another log on the fire,” he says. “And I didn’t want to wake you up by pulling you back in for a cuddle.”

I stretch out across his body. “You can always wake me—with cuddles or kisses or however you see fit.”

He arches a brow. “Oh, yeah?”

“Definitely.” I lazily trace a finger around his flat nipple then slide my hand through the light dusting of hair on his chest. He’s so masculine and beyond sexy in every possible way. When I think about the things we did, about the things I still want to do with him, my mouth waters. “The night isn’t over, you know.”

He trails his fingers up and down my spine in a feather light caress. “Aren’t you sore?”

“A little,” I admit, “but I can think of some things that we can still do. That I can do for you.”

Heat flares in his eyes. “You don’t have to do anything, Carlotta. I want this night to be about you.”

“But—”

“No, buts, sweetheart. If you’re feeling frisky—and you’re up to it—I’m going to take care of you .”

“But what about you?”

“I’m fine for the time being.”

Oh, well, that’s certainly unexpected. I was inferring a blow job and I can’t imagine many men would’ve just said what Damon did. God, he’s a gentleman on top of being a consummate lover. How am I ever going to walk away from this man?

“So, tell me. Is there something you need…something you want?” he asks, voice husky. Once again, he starts toying with my hair and I let out a soft sigh.

I nod, sending him my most seductive look.

“What?”

Oh, God, he’s going to make me say it. “You,” I murmur, hoping to get away with that simple answer. But, of course, he doesn’t accept only that.

“No, sweetheart, I need you to say the words. Tell me exactly what my dirty, little girl wants. And then I will give it to you.”

There’s one thing that I especially enjoyed, but how do I tell him I want oral sex? God, that’s embarrassing.

“Lottie, tell me,” he orders.

I let out a low breath and blink. “I want…” But the words get stuck in my throat.

“You want what, sweetheart?” He trails his hand over my ass, palming it, squeezing the flesh.

“Um, I want your mouth on me,” I manage to say.

“Where exactly would you like my mouth?” When I don’t respond right away, he places a kiss in my hair. “Here?”

I shake my head.

“Here?” His lips touch my bare shoulder.

I clear my throat. “Lower,” I tell him and he gives me a wicked smirk.

“How about here?” His fingers trail across my stomach and circle my belly button. His index finger dips inside and I feel an electric shot zap straight through to my pussy.

“That’s closer.”

“Tell me, Carlotta.” His hand slides lower, between my thighs and I moan.

“So close,” I murmur.” When he doesn’t move it up to touch my dripping center, I know he’s waiting for me to tell him exactly where. All I can do is surrender. “I want your mouth on my pussy, sucking me into an orgasm like you did earlier.”

“What about my fingers?” he asks.

“You can use those, too.”

He chuckles. “That’s my good girl.”

Then he drags me off his chest and lays me on my back. I watch him slide down my body which is already shaking with anticipation. His eyes meet mine and his mouth edges up. Then he slides his hands under my ass, lifting my hips off the floor, and drops his head between my legs.

And he feasts and feasts and feasts. Until I’m screaming his name and begging for mercy.