Flirting With Desire (Contemporary Romance) Complete Collection (9 page)

His fingers reached up and combed through her disarrayed locks. “Tell me what you want,” he said, softly.

His words sent a shiver through her. “I want…” She blinked, heart pounding faster and faster. “I want you.”

She’d never have imagined what her simple response would instigate. The rest of the hours before dawn, she had the most ferocious sex she’d ever experienced. Damian took her in ways that had scarcely been conceived. She was certain of it. And his appetite seemed to be never-ending, immeasurable.

Days after, Hanna would remember with soaked inner thighs how she’d thrashed about beneath him, feeling hands, lips and his thick hard heat making her swollen and slick. She came and came, ebbing and flowing with each thrust. Damian pushed the pleasure to build and build till it tumbled over into some new kind of bliss, like she’d never felt before.

After what must have been her fifth orgasm, Hanna watched Damian come up for air, licking his way up her shivering body. He took each pink nipple into his mouth and suckled like a starved infant.

Hanna moaned airlessly. “I can’t…
no more
,” she begged, tingling right to her bone marrow.

But Damian merely chuckled softly, lifting up on his elbows and edging his hard cock back into her pulsating sheathe.

A warmth pooled in her belly, sending more wetness flooding between her legs as her sensitive flesh throbbed around his plunging shaft. Hanna felt hot and irresistibly drawn to his sexual energy that they seemed to batter her insides to submission. She’d never thought it imaginable that she could orgasm so many times. Even when her body screamed
enough
, her mind told her she could take plenty more.

Damian’s breathing was heavy, his lips nuzzling her neck before he gently nipped her elbow. His hands roamed freely on her exposed skin, caressing and squeezing in ways that made her feel each touch to the extreme. Oh, how he made her
feel.
She needed each raspy bite, each drilling thrust. From now on, she only wanted to be fucked like this, with a streamlined savagery. Every lunge of his hips sending him through her walls like he had a battering ram between his thighs. Once, Hanna had believed true passion and lust could only be born from love and other sentimental emotions. What she felt for Damian went far beyond that, superseding everything she’d ever known about pleasing and being pleased by her man.

Her man. Thinking of Damian in those terms had her chest rising and falling rapidly. With him everything was even more of a wonder, like when his hands traced her nipples and they turned to tiny diamond-cut buds of ecstasy. Or when he trailed his fingers down her small belly, all the way down to her sex with its small triangular patch of slick blond hair and made her clit engorge just by brushing over it. Hanna stared down at his cock ramming in and out of her folds, while his thumb pressed down on her sensitive nub. She lay there beneath him trembling and torn, arching her back and grunting at the amazing sensations.

Damian had given her insights of what they might be, but nothing could ever eclipse the reality of being made to encounter every ounce of bliss he’d promised. His eyes were fastened on her face when she finally came,
again,
her mouth spilling with little yelping noises. He captured her mouth with his, his fingers coaxing her clit into several more mini-climatic shudders. Damian’s kiss was a moist, hungry, lingering treat.  He dove in with that generous tongue of his that knew so well how to please her. She kissed him back with equal fervor, gripping his hair in her fingers while her inner muscles gripped him in twitching bursts that made him groan roughly.

Her rhythmic clenching around him had him thrusting harder and faster, riding her into oblivion till he exploded deep inside her. Hanna couldn’t help the way every inch of her vibrated in orgasmic response. This new climax of hers knew no limits, pushing her face-first into a pool of pure pleasure. She had to have blacked out for a few minutes, because she was suddenly aware of being wrapped beneath the covers, gentle lips pressed to her now cool temple. Hanna sighed, losing herself inside the perfect mist of sleep.

*

Hanna woke up several hours later and heard Damian in the kitchen, talking with a woman who had a matronly, accented voice. Rightly assuming it was the housekeeper, Hanna quickly pulled on one of Damian’s oversized shirts, brushed her teeth with the spare packaged brush and tried to salvage her face and hair. She made her way to the kitchen and blushed when Damian promptly drew her to him and kissed her soundly.

The housekeeper, a stout and portly woman smiled and cleared her throat, which made Hanna blush harder. Damian chuckled and drew back a bit. “Hanna, hope you’re hungry. Mrs. Alvarez made us a big breakfast.”

Hanna was famished, and smiled gratefully at Mrs. Alvarez when she took in the feast spread out. The kitchen was filled with aromas that made Hanna want to swoon with pleasure.

They were left on their own to eat while the housekeeper announced that she was going out to the market to get some supplies.  Hanna’s eyes felt drawn to Damian dressed in a pristine white shirt, open at the neck and tucked into his dark pants,
making him just as edible as the food before her. She looked down when he grinned her way.

“That shirt suits you more than I think it ever did me,” he commented, indicating her attire with his cup of coffee.

Hanna’s fingers crumbled her bread. “You know I still have to get back to my house so I can dress for work.”

He nodded. “I’ll take you once we’re done.”

Her brow creased slightly. “Did you mean what you said, about this house?” Hanna felt silly for bringing that up but she seemed incapable of holding it back.

“Sure,” he said casually, reaching forward to refill her glass of fresh orange juice from the pitcher. “I got this place with us in mind, Hanna. There’ll be weekends, and some times during the week I’ll require us to spend time together. This place will be perfect for our needs.”

“What, like a love nest?” Hanna asked through tight lips. She should have guessed. Why did she even imagine for a second this would be anything but a little hideaway where they could indulge in kinky games whenever he had the need. She must have been a fool to think he’d planned it as their home where he intended they move in together. That he’d even – lord help her – propose. Ask her to be in his life as something other than his property, a sex doll he could dominate according to his pleasure.

He tipped up a dark brow at her tone. “I’d like to have you all to myself as much as possible but you and I know that with my kind of schedule, that’s not practicable.” He leaned in again, this time to tease a stray blonde lock within his thumb and forefinger. “Think about how good it was last night…this morning. Tell me you don’t get wet thinking about coming back here and letting me show you how much more there is in store. There’s a room in particular within the house that I chose to decorate myself, and once we can make time I’m giving you a guided tour.”

“Let me guess…that would be your little room filled with every depraved toy and prop known to man where you intend to introduce me to the joys of BDSM.” She twisted her lips at his look of surprise. “Oh, I heard the gossip. Your ex-girlfriends do get a bit chatty and drippy when I give a listening ear before I have to kick them out on their butts. I might like it a little rough as I discovered on our trip, but no way I’m into whips and chains or having to be neck to toe in leather.”

Damian actually threw his head back and laughed heartily. Hanna scowled, detesting her heart for lurching at the sound of his deep, throaty mirth.

“For once, you don’t have to believe all you heard about me. I might like some mild BDSM but that’s it. A little role play, light discipline and the like. I told you, Hanna; you’ll like everything I want to do to you and in fact will look forward to having it done to you again and again.”

Shit. He was right. The devil was always right but that didn’t make Hanna feel any less peeved. Not sparing him another word, she dumped her mutilated toast and flounced out of the kitchen to get ready, trailed by his hearty chuckles…

*

Eventually Damian drove her to her apartment and she quickly went in to get ready for work.

Damian walked in after her and was waiting in the front room for a few minutes. He’d never been inside her personal space before. Suddenly curious, he ventured in further, walking down the hall to her bedroom. He came to a standstill once inside, knowing the bed was one she’d shared with Chet which gave him an overwhelming urge to burn it to cinders.

He sighed raggedly and combed fingers roughly through his hair. Hanna came in from the bathroom, saw his expression and teased, “Look, you don’t have to wait if you don’t want to. I can easily get a cab to work if you’re in a hurry.”

“It’s not that at all,” Damian said gruffly.  He reached for her nape, cupping it and drawing her closer till the gap between them lessened. “I’m happy you’re mine now. I watched you with Chet. I hated him. He didn’t treat you right and you deserve so much more.”

“Funny enough he said much the same thing,” Hanna murmured. Damian growled, quelling his anger at the fact they were even mentioning that toad’s name. He didn’t even want to think of the possibility that Hanna might still be in love with the jerk.

Damian had zero likeness for Chet. Chet didn’t appreciate Hanna the way he should have. Hanna worked hard to support them while Chet had never bothered to keep a job – unless his questionable musical aspirations could be considered a worthwhile pastime.

Damian knew for a fact that Chet had cheated on Hanna, even before Damian had been in the picture. Damian had actually hired an investigator to follow Chet and take pictures to prove it. It had been Damian’s intention to show them to Hanna on their trip but then she’d told him about Chet breaking up with her so Damian decided the pictures were no longer necessary. But if she kept thinking of Chet as some wronged hero, there was no saying what Damian would do.

When he started to get hung up on Hanna he couldn’t say. Things had kind of just snuck up on him. There had been that one time though, in the first week she’d begun working for him. She was leaving work that day and he got in the lift with her. Damian didn’t speak to her for want of something to say and had kept up his glacier-cool façade. When Hanna got off the lift she had Chet waiting and they both embraced before walking out the exit arm in arm. Damian hated Chet in that moment and it was then he knew for certain that Hanna was a woman he wanted as his.

Now, with her showered and refreshed, he felt his need for her throb up to the surface effortlessly. He’d never desired a woman the way he did Hanna. Her skin, her hair, her eyes and even the soft way she breathed. Damn. He pulled her to him and kissed her with a slow-burn passion that he knew was just as effective as a full-blown bout of lustful locking of lips. She moaned, shivering in his arms. Her smell hypnotized him and turned his cock to rock-hard stiffness in his pants.

“Damian, we have to go to work,” she whimpered, struggling weakly against him.

“I’m the boss and I say let’s call in sick.” He nuzzled her neck, drawing in her delicious, natural scent. He backed her into the near wall, her towel loosened and flung away before she could protest further. Her naked body writhing against his made his mind ready to combust. He grabbed her hips and lifted, causing her to link
her legs around his waist. His hardness nudged against her soft wetness and they both groaned. She was just as on fire as he was.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, in that way that sent the blood vessels swelling in his cock and balls. He hitched her even higher with his hands cupping her bare ass. She gripped his shoulders, her hair falling forward around his face as she leaned her temple against his.

With one hand, he reached up and cupped her breast, before pinching her nipple.

“
Aaaah
.” Hanna undulated her hips, simulating riding herself on his cock.

“So sexy,” he commented with husky approval even as he chuckled low. “Do we get to skip today?”

“We have that meeting at eleven. We just have to be quick. Take me now, Damian,” she panted.

Damian let out a pleased laugh. “So demanding. Wish there was enough time to do justice to your request. But I’m known for always rising to the occasion so I’ll make do as best I can.”

Her hand slid down to fumble at his belt and soon opened his pants, pushing in to brush his rigid cock. It became Damian’s turn to grow overheated and impatient.

It took moments for his cock to spring free and he stroked a hand against her slit to find her slick and puffy with readiness. He groaned, deftly whipping on a condom before ramming up into her with a swift, single-minded stroke.

*

Damian surged deep inside her and Hanna bore down at the same time, impaling herself on his invading shaft. She cried out in shocked pleasure, never expecting such depths could be reached. But the angle and position proved perfect for it, sending Damian to her sweet spots with each decisive thrust. Her head tipped back against the wall though her body stayed propped up by his strong arms. She’d never felt so tightly stuffed, with Damian bottoming out inside her as she met him pound for pound with every bounce of her hips. She felt him against every bump and ridge of her vaginal walls, her powerful muscles gripping him.