"Then let me warm you."
Her gaze never leaving his, she lowered herself back until she rested on her elbows. Her breasts thrust upward, tempting him to lick and taste. But Damian wanted her hotter than he'd had her before.
He pulled her closer to the end of the table and spread her legs wide, stepping in between her thighs.
"Damian," she said, her voice uncertain.
He was anything but. "Relax," he told her. He sat in the nearest chair and eyed her as if he were taking in a feast. Her thighs quivered and he sensed her tension. He didn't want her uptight, he just plain wanted her and knew just how to make her forget her insecurities.
He positioned himself directly in front of where she sat, legs open wide, waiting for him to take her. And he did. He leaned forward and slicked his tongue deep inside.
Micki sucked in a startled gasp. She couldn't believe she was spread out on Damian's table but her mortification gave way to complete and utter pleasure when his mouth made contact with her there.It felt so good, so right, she let out a loud sigh and gave up control, trusting Damian completely.
His tongue was wet, warm and giving as it slid over her folds. She experienced the glide of his tongue, mouth and, if she wasn't mistaken, his teeth. In and out, back and forth. She breathed in deeply and nearly passed out from the drugging sensations overtaking her body. It was one thing when they'd made love, another for him to want to pleasure her this way.
Without warning, he added his hand to his repertoire. His flat palm was hard against her mound as he began working her in a circular motion. The friction of his hand brought her instantly to the brink. Her hips rose and she jerked against him, pressing herself into his hand and his mouth. His tongue dipped deep inside her and his fingertip pressed the exact pressure point where she needed his touch the most.
When she needed more-stronger, deeper contact- he understood. He suckled her harder with his mouth, pulling on her sensitive flesh as her arousal built higher and higher.
She was so close and so out of control. Her hips rolled and her limbs trembled. "I can't-" The words ripped from her throat as her body bucked and sought a pinnacle it couldn't quite find.
"Yes, baby, you can. Get up." He pulled her upright and while she came forward, she heard the crinkling of foil as he took care of protection.
She didn't care where the condom had come from, she was just grateful he'd been prepared. Then she was off the table and in his arms, sitting astride him. Her legs bracketed his. Skin against skin, his thick arousal pressed hard into her thigh.
"Work with me, okay?" he asked.
She nodded. At this point she'd agree to anything.
He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up so the tip of his erection was poised at her entry. "You're killing me," she told him.
"But you'll die happy," he said in a husky voice.
She laughed, then leaning forward, kissed him, sucking his lips into her mouth and teasing him mercilessly.
Seconds later, he reached out, his fingers finding her and spreading her slick moisture over her flesh. When he pushed one finger inside her, she sucked in a breath. Another finger joined the first and she gasped. Then he removed his fingers and replaced it with his penis, thrusting upward at the same moment she pressed her hips down hard. He filled her completely. Thick and hard, she felt every silken ridge and each delectable inch. She closed her eyes and rocked against him, slowly at first, back and forth and then in a circular direction, each motion rubbing her pubic bone against him and making the spiraling sensations mount and build as she picked up a frenzied pace.
Somehow he managed to pump his hips upward and each thrust was in perfect synchronization with her need. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held on, kissing him when she could and just plain hanging on for the ride.
As he took her higher and higher, her world was reduced to nothing more or less than the point where their bodies joined. Her breath caught in her throat and she clenched her muscles tight around him. And finally he took her over the edge. Her entire body shook as she came, feelings and emotions colliding with physical sensations that she thought would never end.
Aftershocks shook her body but eventually the world around Micki came into focus. Her head was buried in Damian's neck and he held on to her waist, still deep inside her.
She tipped her head back and met his gaze. Heavy-lidded and breathing raggedly, he managed to treat her to a sexy smile. "Very nice."
She felt a hot flush rise to her cheeks and tried to stand but he held on tight. "In a rush?" he asked.
"No. It's just-"
"You're not used to anything like this." One arm swept around the kitchen, encompassing the table and their chair.
She laughed. "You could say that."
"It's not a habit of mine, either." His voice was gruff, his gaze deep and serious as he smoothed his hands over her unruly curls. "You just make me crazy."
She swallowed hard. So he'd said, but she couldn't wrap her mind around this man wanting her so badly. "It was definitely good sex," she said, deliberately belittling what had just occurred.
Damian shook his head. "There's sex and then there's sex."
Which meant what? she wondered. What did he want from her? Right now she was off balance, shaken by the intensity of the encounter and the feelings she was developing for him. She wanted to put her clothes back on and gain some sort of leverage at least in her own mind.
He'd have to step up first, Micki decided. If there was more to this for him than a quick lay, he'd have to admit as much to her. "And which kind of sex did we just have?” she asked casually. She hoped.
The phone rang, cutting off any answer he might have had. She jumped off him, grabbed her clothes and scrambled for the bathroom, leaving Damian to answer the call naked.
Damian figured he'd never again look at the kitchen table or any meal he ate there the same way. He hung up the phone and pulled on his jeans, then picked up the rest of his clothes and headed for the shower. Anything to avoid telling Micki that it had been Coach Donovan on the phone. The doctor had filled management in on his condition and he had to regain control, convince them he was fine. He'd promised to return in twenty-four hours.
Which meant one more day with Micki.
He waited for her to shower and met her in the hallway. "Want to go for a drive?"
She met his gaze. "Sure. Care to tell me where we're going?"
He grabbed her hand, but not before taking the time to ogle her legs and amazing body in the ruffled black miniskirt and tie-dyed tank top she wore. "You really ought to dress up more often. It brings out the real you."
She tipped her head to one side, the damp curls hitting her shoulders. "How so?"
"This skirt is lively and fun. Like you. The top is flirty and sexy. Also like you."
He braced his hand on the wall over her head and leaned close, inhaling the fresh, fragrant scent of her shampoo and savoring the excitement pulsing through his veins at the thought of spending another day alone with her. They might only have twenty-four hours but he intended to enjoy each one with no thought or pressure of his real life intruding.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you see what you want to see?" she asked through glossy lips.
He studied her for a moment. "I see what the problem is."
She narrowed her gaze. "I didn't know there was one."
"Just because you've outwardly made a transformation in how you dress, and just because my sisters' choice in clothing helps you along, doesn't mean you're used to it in here." He tapped the left side of her chest, above her heart.
She swallowed hard. "Am I that easy to read?"
"Only because I'm looking. I want to know all about you and I'm glad you're making it simple."
She squared her shoulders.
Obviously that notion bugged her.