Lie to Me (7 page)

“No.” She had her head thrown back, as he nibbled her neck. She gently slapped his hand.

He rested on his elbow and stared at her, puzzled.

She ran her fingers down his face, and then over his slightly parted lips. “Let me undress you first. I haven’t seen your body since the accident, and I want to make sure you’re all right.” She meant it, but spoke with a mischievous lilt. She didn’t want him to know she was fussing over him, not right now. “Lie on your back, babe. I want to observe every inch of you.”

He complied happily, a grin on his face, and cradled his head with his arms. She gave him a fast kiss on the lips and then went to work. She pulled off his shirt, glorying in every inch of his beautiful skin and muscle.
Flat abs, wide chest with a sprinkle of soft, golden hair, and shoulders to die for—
“You been working out?”

“Yes.”

She smoothed her hands from his neck to his belly. When she reached his navel, she bent down and licked it. He lifted his legs, wiggled and laughed.

“Sure. Tickle me,” he said, teasing.

“I’ll do all I can to make you my sex slave,” she teased back. She smiled as her hands rubbed all over his upper body for a few minutes, and then her lips and tongue joined in and she heard him gasping and mumbling things that made no sense.

“Guess you survived,” she said, splaying her hand over his abdomen and seriously raking her gaze over his form. She loved the feel of his hot, smooth flesh. “You’re too warm to be one of the undead. Plus you’re breathing.”

“Right now, babe, I’m maybe too alive.  What you do to me—”

She once again tickled his side and he dissolved in laughter, cursing her, but good-naturedly.

Time to get serious.
She unbuttoned his pants and set hot eyes on his, enjoying his wicked grin. Her gaze dropped. She could see the bulge behind his zipper before she climbed out of bed to pull off his jeans. She remembered how tight he always wore his pants. With one jerk, she yanked them off of him and stumbled backwards a few steps. Once more, they both laughed.

Her gaze quickly spotted his injured leg and her smile melted, her heart sinking to her stomach. He’d been torn from his thigh to his shin, front to back. “Oh, Damian. Oh, God.”

“Stop,” he said, sounding impatient.

“It’s hard to see how badly you were hurt.” She felt sickened, picturing him unconscious and helpless, lying in his blood…

“I’m whole and healthy.”

She swallowed hard. “Yes. Thank heavens.”

“It looks worse than it is.” His voice softened, as he maybe wanted to calm her distress.

She forced her gaze away from his scars and took in the entire picture. He looked like an Adonis. Her heated stare drank him in, and she almost swooned. God must have made him specifically to torture women. He was perfect. “Damian,” she whispered. “My beautiful Damian.” Her eyes moved to his manhood, and stayed there.

She’d always loved his cock. Like a magnet, it drew her back to the bed and she lay out right beside it, staring her approval. Straight, elegant, long, broad, pulsing with life…her heart raced as she took it in her hand and tenderly stroked it as it swelled and rumbled. He moaned and gasped, and her hand started trembling. She kissed the side of his thick, throbbing maleness, up and down, up and down, and it warmed her lips as he groaned and tensed. She knew he couldn’t wait and returned to his lips, kissing him with abandon.

She felt his fingers sliding into her damp folds, and she reached down to caress his cock; all the while the kiss deepened. Casey shuddered as heat and ice quivered through her body. Damian’s body stiffened underneath her and he groaned.

An eternity later, Damian gently released her lips. “Sweetness,” he whispered, so close to her hungry mouth. “I want you so badly.”

“As I want you.”

He dropped his head back, shutting his eyes, as he breathed deeply.

As he took this break, she slid down to examine his damaged thigh. Her eyes teared as she ran her palm over the scars. How he’d suffered; she hated to think of his obvious agony.

“Don’t look there.” He lifted his head to see her. “So ugly.”

“Oh, babe, none of you is anything but beautiful.”

To prove it, she rested her cheek on his powerfully built thigh and rubbed his muscled shin and calf over and over again, his hair brushing her palm, shuddering as she thought of Damian with eight fractures. “Must have hurt like hell,” she said, her maternal instincts rushing to the surface. “Poor boy.”

“Feels great right now,” he said, and his voice lifted to playfulness. She felt him tugging at the ends of her hair like a naughty schoolboy.

She buried her face into his thigh and kissed it, still absorbed in all he’d gone through. “I wanted to be there for you, dummy.”

He quickly changed the topic. “My turn to undress you.” He sat up and dragged her, under her arms, until he’d pulled her into his lap. She gasped, feeling his pulsing cock pressing against the side of her still covered buttocks. “Get out of those clothes,” he ordered, gently. She grinned and helped him undress her. It seemed to take no time at all before she stretched on her back, naked as a baby, him resting on his elbow, staring longingly down at her.

“I’ve never seen breasts like yours, babe,” he said, as he let out a heavy breath that tickled her hardened nipples. “Even movie stars don’t have tits like this. Case, you drive me insane.”

His hot breath thrilled her, and he bent his head to suckle her nipples, one by one, then he licked between her breasts, teasing her skin with his teeth. She shuddered, moaned, again and reached for his hardened cock, sliding her hand back and forth against its slick, hot surface, causing him to murmur both his agony and his pleasure.

As she watched his eyes shut, and felt his breathing start to rasp, she felt her own body responding anew to his arousal. It didn’t get any better than this. Nothing on earth equaled the feel of touching and pleasuring the man who owned her, body and soul.

Nothing. She wanted to touch him forever and never let him go…

Damian wanted to experience all of her. He’d missed her flowery scent, her delicious breasts, her soft, hot skin, her gentle breathing, the feel of her sex clenching his manhood…everything. As his cock throbbed wildly, he became one hot mass of sensation, and his mind went to mush as his tongue traveled down her body. And as he went south on her, she started thrusting her intimate spot against him until he could smell the scent of sex and almost taste her damp folds even before he indulged. And indulge he would.

“Like honey,” he mumbled, and he breathed over her wet sex before his tongue flicked against her hardened clit. He wasn’t in control of what he did anymore. He just wanted to drive her nuts, like she was doing to him.

As she arched, thrashed and gasped, his cock swelled and threatened to burst. He loved turning her on; it turned
him
on beyond comprehension. He sucked her nub and she went crazy, laughing, crying, wiggling, gyrating, calling his name, over and over and over again, saying she loved him. Damian felt love mixed with mind-numbing volcanoes of feelings that coursed throughout him…he couldn’t think, period. As she climaxed against his sweating body, he could barely hold himself together. Sparks shot into his manhood, threatening to take him to the highest heaven before he joined with her, and he didn’t want that…

With strong, but trembling arms, he pulled up to her up to him until she lay beside him, both of them breathing hard. His hand brushed her cheek. “Cock tease,” he whispered, his heart beating like a drum.

She was panting over his face; her skin glistening with sweat. “No tease,” she managed. “Roll to your back, babe.”

He obeyed. Why the hell wouldn’t he? He felt his urgent need and went senseless, brainless, insane… “What are you going to do—”

She slid his cock smoothly into her soft, wet, hot mouth. “Crap!” he whispered.

Swollen, throbbing, and ready, the warmth of her mouth sucking him…

He further lost his bearings and his wits…then she let him go and mounted him. “I can’t wait any longer,” she gasped, sliding his cock slowly inside of her, and her hot flesh greedily clutched his maleness, causing both of them to gasp.

The air left his lungs.
Damnation!
He stiffened, groaned, even growled…on the thin, no longer trying for control.
Oh, hell. Oh, shit.
Her boiling flesh squeezed his cock, let go, then squeezed it again, and he couldn’t even remember his own name…

She rode him as his heart hammered against his chest. Stars exploded before his eyes as he thrust and spilled inside of her. He’d hoped to hold off longer, but couldn’t. She shuddered and wept over him, and he emptied his liquid at her cervix once again, his body a quivering, useless mass. He held her tightly and she raked his back with her fingernails. Finally, she fell over his chest making sounds that reminded him of a growling lioness, himself still deep inside of her.

Time eluded him; he was all animalistic feeling. She quivered over and over again and he kept thrusting, spilling more and more of his liquid as high up as it was possible. Eventually, who knew when, she collapsed, dead weight, and he held her, completely spent, but oh-so-satisfied. As his head fell back to the mattress, the stars were still there, but fading, and his body hummed with satisfaction and relaxation. The only sound in the room was their ragged, heavy breathing.

And that moment seemed to last a lifetime…

“Nothing’s changed,” she muttered, sometime later. “Oh, God, nothing’s changed at all between us. Not at all.”

“Sexy witch.” It took all his breath just to manage those words.

Lying pressed together and side by side, she stroked back his hair. “You’re a damn wizard with those hands and your male equipment. Damn you, Damian. I don’t want to desire you.”

“I don’t want to desire you either, babe. We shouldn’t have done it.” He meant his words, but he couldn’t feel regret.

“Yes, we should have done it.” She mocked him, gently. “It was inevitable. We really enjoy one another.”

“We’ll have trouble parting when the time comes,” Damian said, and felt the torment in advance.

She stroked his hair back again. “I know.”

“And I already told you why we can’t ever be together. One drink. Hell, one sip of a drink—”

“Maybe—”

“No maybes. AA is full of people who were clean for years and relapsed.” Damian hated the look on her face and put his hand on her cheek. “You don’t need to risk that. As a matter of fact, I have an AA meeting to go to at ten.” He’d just remembered, and lifted to his elbow to check the time on her clock radio. “Nine thirty. Damn almost missed it.”

She blinked at him. “You’re going to AA now? After this? Do you
have
to?” She sat up and gave him a fast, and very arousing, kiss. “I don’t want you to leave. Selfish of me, I know.”

Damian didn’t want to go either, but he knew his needs, and not just his sexual ones. He ran a finger down the velvet skin on the side of her face. “First thing I did when I got to the hotel was check out local AA meetings. Babe, this is my life. It’s a daily struggle.” He tried to sound more upbeat than he felt. At the same time, he wanted her to understand that his world was very different from hers. With great reluctance, pain almost, he pulled  himself away from her and stood up. “Missing one meeting can be lethal for me. Shitty way to live, but I don’t have any choice. Sorry.” Very sorry. He gazed at her lying on the bed, looking like Cleopatra.

Her long hair spilled over her breasts, the pink peaks staring out at him, blurring his vision. No, he’d had his fun tonight. Now he needed to get serious. He picked his clothes off the floor and started dressing, afraid he’d fall prey to her again if he watched her luscious body. He kept his gaze off of her. “Dress so you can walk me to the door,” he said, good-naturedly.

To his relief, he heard her getting off the bed, and then the rustling of her putting on her clothes. “I wish you could stay all night,” she said, quietly. “I remember how nice it felt to wake up beside you.”

He remembered as well, and his damn cock also remembered as it grew again. “It was always a treat to see your pretty face first thing in the morning,” he said, smiling at her, relieved she now had her clothes on. “Those memories will last forever, but I can’t stay overnight. It would give Miles the idea that we’re getting back together again.”

“We can’t do that.” She sounded disappointed, and he felt the same emotion. She rallied, her voice strong. “Miles comes first.”

“Yes. I’m not naïve enough to think that my visit tonight cured all his problems. It’s going to take a long time.”

“I know.”

There didn’t seem a lot more to say. Damian pulled a small, black comb out of the back pocket of his pants and began combing his hair, but she walked up to him, took the comb and motioned for him to bend over. Then she combed it for him, as she’d done in the past. It seemed so right and natural. And, as she’d done so many times in the past, before he could straighten up, she reached under his crotch and pinched his butt. They both burst into quiet laughter, and hugged for a minute. Afterwards, she straightened his shirt, held onto his neckline, and then smiled up at him.