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As I get home later in the day, I’m shocked to see Damon standing by my door with a bouquet of orchids dangling carelessly from his hand. Leaning casually against the wall, a tall, foreboding figure clad in black – he looks like an enigma…Mysterious. Dangerous. And sexy as hell.
It's been two days since I last saw him, but it feels like two years. He'd traveled to Florida for business right after the steamy weekend in his parents' estate, and as much as I tried to avoid thinking about him, he was the only thing on my mind. I missedhim like crazy, and seeing him so suddenly feels so good and overwhelming at the same time.
"When did you get back?" I ask, trying to keep my voice leveled.
“About an hour ago,” he replies, stepping away from the wall to stand in front of me. “I came directly from the airport.”
I blink up at him in surprise. “W-why?”
He steps closer, hooking an arm possessively around my waist. He buries his head in my neck, nuzzling gently.
“Because…” he murmurs in my ear. He captures my earlobe between his lips and nibs gently, sending jolts of desire to every nerve ending in my body. “I couldn't stop thinking about you…” He drops his forehead to mine, smiling gently into my eyes. “I miss you, my kitty.”
My kitty.I love the sound of that a bit too much…
“Really?” I ask dumbly, entranced by the endless depths of his alluring blue eyes.
“Looks like I'll have to prove it to you,” he mutters just before seizing my lips in a sizzling, breath-robbing kiss.
Somehow, we make it inside the apartment, and he pushes me against the wall as his mouth reclaims mine. I let out a breathless moan, helpless against the sensual sweep of his tongue as he explores my mouth. His raw desire, evident from the hardness pressing against my stomach, feeds mine. I want him like I've never had him before. I crave him with a shocking intensity.
He pulls back and steps away from me, leaving me feeling bereft. “Why?” I ask, blinking at him in confusion.
“Strip,” he says in a tone that brooks no argument.
My heart leaps in excitement at his command. Slowly, I start to take off my clothes, watching him watch me. He stares at my body with a bold possessiveness that has my veins thrumming in anticipation.
Soon, I'm standing before him, naked except for my panties. His eyes fasten on my breasts, their blue depths darkening with a staggering lust. My nipples harden to painful buds. I wish he'd just put his mouth on them and swirl his wet tongue around them one by one…
The thought has me pressing my thighs together to relieve some of the mounting pressure in my core.
“That too,” he says, gesturing to my panties. His voice has gone a notch or two deeper. Huskier.
I comply, despite the heat spreading across my cheeks. I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling vulnerable standing naked before him while he's still fully dressed.
He continues to stare at me with an intensity that makes heat spread across my body. I can feel my body burning with desire, anticipation, and excitement all at once.
“Have I told you, kitty, that you're one hell of a gorgeous woman?” Damon finally says, still not reaching to touch me. “Would you like to see me too?”
I nod, almost too eagerly, then blush hard when he smirks at me. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt, riveted by the easy grace that he exudes. Soon, he's standing in front of me in all his chiseled glory. I let my gaze slide down his ripped chest to the sexy abs and then…
“Oh my!” I gasp, my eyes popping wide open.
He's big!
Of course, I'd felt his hugeness inside, but looking at him like this is a whole different ball game. I reach out to him, fascinated by the bulgy veins.
He twitches violently at my touch and lets out a sharp hiss. “Damn!”
I snatch my hand back, alarmed by his tortured expression. “I-I'm sorry.”
"Oh, fuck me," Damon mutters, his expression softening. "You don't have to be sorry, love. You didn't do anything wrong. Come here…"
He takes my hand in his, slowly guiding it back to his manhood. Then he wraps my palm around himself and lets go. "Now, feel…"
Slowly, I start to run my hand up his length until I get to the tip. His breath hitches, his gaze transfixed on mine as I let my hand settle into a comfortable rhythm. He feels so huge in my hand, yet so perfect. I trail a finger over his crown, intrigued by its firm softness.
Damon throws his head back with a gruff groan. I immediately stop my hand moving, frowning slightly at him in confusion. "Am I doing it wrong? Are you in pain?"
