Damon (The Protectors #1)(26)
“Then why have you been acting like you don't want to have anything to do with me? I mean, after we kissed you would hardly look at me.” She really tried to keep the hurt out of her voice. She failed. It had hurt...a lot.
“Truth?” When she nodded, he pushed his body closer leaning his head down, his lips mere inches from her ear. Goose bumps pimpled her skin. “Because I have never wanted anyone the way I want you. I can't promise you anything, Nicole. Just tonight. I can just promise you tonight.”
Nicole inhaled his scent deeply and with his body so close and his confession spoken so softly she decided she would take what he could give. Deep inside, she knew that wasn't going to be enough for her and it would be her heartbreaking in the end, but she had never depended on more than the present from anyone before, so why should it be different with him. Making a decision she knew would change her life, she lifted her hand and ran a finger across his full lips. “I want tonight with you, Damon.”
With a sexy moan he dropped his fingers to the front of her dress and gently brushed against her breasts, cupping the soft mounds in his hand. He took his time, exploring each breast slowly, first one and then the other, massaging with intimate authority. "You are so beautiful."
Nicole's head fell back, and she moaned softly. He pushed the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and drew in a sharp breath as the gentle curves of her skin were exposed to his hungry gaze. "Damon.” Her voice came out husky and slow, like that of a temptress, surprising even to her own ears. She didn't know where the sound had come from, but his response was instantaneous...his thick erection rising, pressing against her stomach. He made no effort to conceal his arousal, grinding his hips in a slow circle, pressing firmly against her.
Wasting no time at all, he pushed the straps further down her shoulders; the gown fell to her waist, caught by the swell of her hips, both her shoulders and breasts exposed. He groaned when her nipples came out of the silk, bending his head to blow hot air over the erect peaks, gently circling one then the other with his tongue. “I have been dying to know what you taste like.”
Nicole arched into him, reveling in the sensations. She couldn't help herself...and she didn't want to. Her breasts felt incredibly heavy, the tips beginning to tingle, the mounds beginning to ache. She moaned when he tugged at a nipple with his teeth, flicked the sensitive bud with his tongue, and then took the entire tip vigorously into his mouth. The sensual heat engulfed her like a fire as his hands cupped, his fingers massaged, and his mouth sucked hotly. She clutched a fistful of beautiful blue-black hair, bringing him even closer. His mouth was creating an inferno between her legs, jolts of electricity sizzling through her body and cresting at the apex between her thighs. He was turning her core to liquid fire as he feasted on her breasts.
Moving down her body his tongue burned a path to her belly button dipping in and out before traveling just above where the dress stopped. Hooking his thumbs in the material it took every amount of self-control he had not to rip it from her body, from his prize. He stood back up his lips inches from hers. “Are you sure about this because once this dress comes off...” he glanced down at her bared breast his golden eyes almost black now. “I won't be able to stop.”
Placing both of her hands on his face she brought his gaze to her. “I'm sure.” Her husky whisper was all it took. He took her mouth in a kiss that was tender, yet commanding, claiming her with each sensual swipe of his tongue.
When he pulled back, there was something in his gaze, something stark and primitive and wild being unleashed; a fierce hunger...for her and that alone set her blood on fire. Never had a man looked at her with such intensity. God, this was such a mistake because with a certainty that scared her, no other man would ever compare to Damon...no moment would ever live up to this one, but even as it was the biggest mistake of her life it was going to be the best, mind blowing mistake she'd ever make.
Pressing his hard sex shamelessly against her she felt the gentle scraping of his fangs against her neck, the soft graze of two sharp edges moving lightly over her throat. He nibbled once, bit at her skin, and then he quickly pulled away...even as she relaxed into him. She found herself kissing the hollow of his throat, her hands reaching down to unbutton his shirt eager to feel skin to skin. He shrugged out of his shirt, exposing a rock-hard chest with astonishing definition, and as her eyes dropped lower, her breath caught in her throat, he had a sinfully gorgeous six-pack...row after row of flawless abdominal muscles rippling beneath smooth skin on a hairless, flat stomach.
Again he held her gaze for a fraction of a second...although it felt like an eternity. When he next took her mouth with his she could taste the increasing intensity of his need. His shaft jerked against her stomach. His hands reached down, pushing the dress from her hips, sending it to the floor as he cupped her bottom pulling her tightly against him. Nicole melted into his hard frame, lifting her leg to wrap it around his powerful thigh. She offered up her body. She strained and arched into him wanting more, needing more. She rubbed the uncomfortable heat between her legs over his hamstring as he stroked and explored her body. He kissed her with far more demand, while nipping at her bottom lip and swirling his tongue around hers. He tasted every part of her mouth with a growing, insistent hunger. With one hand still grasping her waist, he reached down to remove his pants, freeing his rigid length. Nicole caught her breath at the sight of his enormous arousal, now standing at full attention. He was pressed painfully against her belly, his sex, positively magnificent...smooth as silk yet hard as steel...an erotic promise of ecstasy just waiting to be thrust into her welcoming body.