She bucked her hips, eager to give him more access and multiply those ripples of excitement flooding through her. He placed his hands under her ass, and pressed his face further in, this time suckling her folds until they produced another coat of female arousal.
If she weren’t on the granite countertop, she’d be bucking her knees and falling to the floor. He flicked his tongue over her clit, inserting three fingers into her pussy. She yelped, surprised, but within an instant pleasure replaced the shock, and she loosened her limbs.
Relentlessly, almost as if he punished her, Damian teased her bud with the tip of his tongue while thrusting his fingers in and out of her, filling her to the hilt then retreating only to plunge inside again, curling his fingers and touching her G-spot. She sank her teeth over her lower lip to keep from shouting his name.
She thrust her fingers into his hair, pulling chunks of his hair and then scratching his scalp, hoping to make him burn for her as she burned for him. In retaliation, he increased the tempo, and hit her magic spot once again. This time, she no longer could hold back.
Ripples of pleasure shifted into a strong tide, riding her from top to bottom. She gripped the edge of the countertop, letting him savor every last bit of her until the waves subsided and her breathing quietened.
He stood and glanced at her with hooded eyes. She cleared her throat, closing her legs and pulling down her dress. She came, but what about him? She blinked, reality dawning on her.
They were… in a bathroom, and her date still waited for her at the table.
Heat filled her cheeks and neck. “Why did you come here?” she asked Damian. His crazy excuse wouldn’t cut it this time. If he thought he would just lick her and leave her, he was dead wrong. She finger combed her hair, hoping to put the stubborn strands into place.
“I couldn’t handle the idea of you being on a date,” he said. A touch of vulnerability flickered in his eyes. “I’ve dealt with a lot lately, but not you with another man.”
Good. A delightful sensation expanded in her chest. “Then you better get used to it. I’m in the market for a new boyfriend,” she said, fully aware that those words could swing the door close to him forever. But damn, she had to push him, a little more, to get the answer she needed—and deep down, that he wanted. Why would he come after her if he didn’t feel anything for her? Not love, not yet, but a little twinge of hope. A step in the right direction.
“I can’t tell my kids—”
“I’m not asking you to tell them,” she said honestly. Hell, she loved his children and didn’t want them to feel neglected or hate her. Amanda, anyway. Trevor wasn’t old enough to understand. “All I want is for you to keep an open mind about us. Take me on dates without being scared of people seeing us. We’ll take as long as you need to break the news to Amanda.” Or maybe they wouldn’t have to do it. Maybe they wouldn’t make it that far—but she didn’t want to see him under utter secrecy. “What do you say?”
* * *
Damian twirledthe pen between his fingers. Damn it. He should have said no.
Saying yes hours ago had been easy, effortless. He’d agreed to keeping an open mind about them, about not burdening her with the concerns poking him. Now, in his office after a couple of quick routine surgeries, he looked at the words from a different place flashing on his screen like a distant lighthouse. He rubbed his temple, sighing.
He couldn’t lose her. With the pressure of being a single father, work and the hospital, he had too much on his plate to deny himself the immense indulgence that Brit represented.
A delicious morsel of paradise.
“Dr. Forrest,” Adriana’s voice filtered through the intercom.
“Yes?”
“Candi O’Donnell wants to speak with you.”
What could Candi possibly want? Invite him for a party or a fundraising event? He drummed his fingers on his desk. Those things could be easily done via email. “Hmmm… pass her through,” he said. Best to get it over with.
“She’s here,” his assistant said in a clipped tone.
He swallowed. A visit in person. An unexpected visit. “Let her in.”
When she entered, he rose to his feet and approached her to shake her hands like he would a new patient. “Candi. Nice to see you. What brings you here?”
Dressed in an all-white pantsuit ensemble, she smiled. “Thanks so much for seeing me. I expected to wait a lot longer than I did.”
“No problem. Have a seat.” He gestured at her. “What can I help you with?”
She sat quietly, her gaze darting around his office and the endless number of certificates and diplomas. He sat in front of her. Once done with the quick inventory of his office, she focused her attention on him again. “I came here because I’d like to see your plans for the project you want us to invest in.”
Us?Not once had Bill mentioned she’d have any say in this, otherwise Damian would have included her from the beginning. He squared his shoulders. “I’ll be happy to share them with you. May I ask you what in particular interested you about the project?”
“Damian, I’ll be honest with you… I’m considering divorcing my husband, therefore I need to know what he’s spending our money on.”
“I’m sorry to hear,” he said. Apprehension trickled down his spine, forming a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Shit. Did she have the power to pull the plug on his dream? He glanced at her, wondering what kind of prenup agreement they’d made. He doubted a man like Bill wouldn’t have iron clad clauses to defend his own business and money.