Damon moved quickly, knowing this was holding her back. He locked one hand over her mouth and leaned over her, pinning her down as he pinched her clitoris with his other hand. She screamed suddenly, the sound muffled by his hand, and shook from head to toe with the force of her release. She shivered as he drew her close and she clung to him.
“All of you,” she whispered against his chest. “Now!”
She curled beneath him and licked his nipple, making it tighten just the way hers had done. She reached down and closed her hand around his erection, caressing him, and her touch nearly sent him to the moon. Somehow he managed to reach back for his jeans and get the condom from his wallet. Haley took the package out of his hands and opened it, smoothing the condom over him with sure strokes. Her fingertips made little circles against his skin, and her eyes glowed with mischief when she glanced up at him. “Next time, I’ll do the mouthwork.”
The suggestion was enough to make Damon’s heart thunder. She was efficient about taking him inside her and he was glad of that. He’d linger over it the next time. She was hot and tight and slick, urging him all the way inside her before she suddenly rolled him to his back. She was astride him, riding him, her hair wild and her smile radiant. There couldn’t have been a better view in all the world.
How had he ever thought she was prim? Restrained? One who stood back and watched?
Damon seized Haley’s waist as she started to move, then put his hand beneath her. With every stroke, she collided with his fingertip and he moved so that the impact had maximum effect. She was blushing again, the red rising from her breasts this time, her nipples taut and her breasts bouncing slightly. Damon lifted his hips, filling her completely, knowing he wouldn’t last long.
“I’ll suck you dry next time,” she whispered.
“I’ll have you against the wall next time,” he promised. To have her talking dirty to him was incredibly exciting.
“I’ll let you be on top next time.”
“I’ll take you from behind next time.”
She gasped, her mouth opening in surprise, and Damon knew she was close. He rolled, pinning her beneath himself, locking their hands together. She bucked beneath him, clearly enjoying herself. “As soon as I silence you, you’ll come,” he whispered and her eyes danced.
“You know me too well already,” she had time to whisper in reply, then Damon kissed her. He drove deep and rubbed against her, savoring the way she arched against him, the way she trembled, the way she roared with her release. He devoured the sound, wanting to devour her, then felt her nails as she gripped his hands hard and shook to her very marrow.
It was enough, more than enough to send him over the edge. He managed to bury himself deep inside her before he came. He would have shouted but Haley consumed the sound with her delicious kiss.
Damon rained kisses over Haley’s cheek, her temple, her throat, then sat up with her in his lap. He bent his head and rested his brow against hers, then sighed with apparent contentment. Haley could only agree.
She curled against his chest, tucking her feet beneath herself, and ran her hands over his shoulder and upper arm.
Why this tattoo? She knew they often meant something, but this one was just graphic and dark. It looked mean, which she didn’t associate with Damon.
“Too bad neither of us liked that,” she teased and he chuckled.
“Too bad.” He stole a kiss and there was a wicked glint in his eyes. “Maybe we should try again.”
She laughed. “Maybe you and your energy are a bad influence.”
Damon grinned and she liked how much younger he looked. “Seems like an influence that suits you just fine.” He pushed a hand through her hair, cupped her nape, and pulled her close for another satisfying kiss.
“You’re good at that,” she whispered when he finally lifted his head.
“So are you.”
“Biology classes,” she said, unable to stop her smile. “I know all the good spots.”
Damon grinned. “While I just had to find them myself.”
Their gazes clung for a long moment, and she could have drowned in the warm glow of his eyes. She took a deep breath and winced. “But it’s shower time.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He stood and tossed her over his shoulder like a cave man. Haley squirmed and squealed, kicking her legs because she thought he expected it. Her efforts didn’t slow him down, and she sobered when she realized he might want the second time to be in the shower.
“Not in the bathroom,” she hissed, gripping his shoulders.
“Why not?”
“It’s tiled and the sound carries through the vent.” Haley shook her head. “I know way too much about my neighbors’ sex lives. They don’t need to know about mine.”
“Don’t worry,” Damon said with quiet confidence and put her down on the bathmat. Once again, he seemed imposing. He’d made her apartment seem small but the bathroom was filled to bursting with his presence. It was kind of nice. Warm. “We’ll figure out a way to keep it quiet,” he promised.
“But I’m not quiet...”
“I know.” He shook his head and smiled down at Haley, sensual intent in his eyes. His voice dropped low. “That’s very, very sexy, by the way.”
It had been a while since anyone had called Haley sexy and no one had ever liked that she was noisy. Garrett had always found it embarrassing and she’d often held back as a result. She eyed Damon warily, wondering if he was teasing her. “It is?”
“It is.” Damon was definite.
“Why?”
“It’s like you just can’t help yourself. Given that you’re so big on self-control, it’s incredibly hot.” He stole a kiss that left her breathless, then whispered in her ear. “Like I’ve gotten to you.”
Haley shivered. “You have. You did.” He continued to kiss her ear and throat, his hands stroking her and Haley felt flustered. “I mean, you do.”
Damon growled a little under his breath and pulled her closer. “Works for me,” he whispered before he claimed her mouth again.
She felt the sign of his enthusiasm against her stomach and reached up to twine her arms around his neck. Being with him made her feel sexy. She touched her tongue to his, feeling bolder, and his hands spread across her back, lifting her to her toes. He slanted his mouth across hers and it was a few minutes before anyone said anything again.
“But still,” she continued. “It’ll echo if we do it in here.”
His eyes gleamed as he looked down at her and her heart leaped at his intensity. “You liked when I silenced you.”
“I couldn’t have let go and come otherwise.”
“So, let’s work with that.”
“How?”
“Kiss me when you’re going to come. Bite a towel when you’re on the edge. Bite me when you’re on the edge.”
Haley laughed. “No, really.”
He gave her one of those simmering looks and she felt unsteady on her feet again. “Oh yeah, really. Bite me hard. You can’t hurt me and trust me, I’ll love it.”
Haley smiled, more than ready to do just that. Their gazes held for one of those potent moments, then she reached out to touch his tattoo. “What does it mean?”