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Authors: Elizabeth Lennox
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himself way too much to allow that.
So they argued their points, the benefits of each charity and why it was important, what it contributed to the communities or the world, why he should care, why she should just let things go and on and on. The argument moved to the dining room after his housekeeper let him know that their dinner was ready, and he suspected that she didn’t even know that she’d finished the whole meal this time, her vehemence in her beliefs was so strong that it dissipated her anxiety over being near him.
By the time they were back in the living room after dessert, she didn’t seem to notice when he sat next to her on the sofa as she regaled him with the benefits of the children’s after school programs. He’d enjoyed the evening with her more than he’d thought and didn’t want it to end, but it was after midnight and he had to get her home, or he was going to make love to her. The second would probably scare her off, but just one more taste, he thought as he leaned forward during a pause in her conversation.
Eva was startled when she felt his mouth touch hers. It was soft this time, coaxing and gentle. She reacted just as strongly though, even leaning into the kiss, wanting something deeper. She felt alive despite the late hour and the delicious meal with various wines. Normally, she would be asleep by now, but arguing with Damon really revived her spirit.
It took every ounce of his control, but Damon refused to let his hands touch her. He continued to touch and caress her with his mouth, letting her deepen the kiss. When her hands came up and held the sides of his head, he groaned with the need to take control but he held back, continuing to give her the lead.
Eva couldn’t believe how out of control she felt. She wanted this man to touch her, to make her feel the way he had earlier today but his hands weren’t touching her. His mouth was participating in the kiss, even tilting his head to deepen the touch, but his hands remained absent.
To encourage him, she moved her hands from his strong jaw, down his shoulders so she could feel his chest, revel in the strength of this man and the latent power of his muscles. He was awesomely made and one thought kept popping into her mind. She wanted to taste him. Not just his mouth although that was delicious after the excellent wine. But she wondered what his skin would taste like.
Instead of thinking about it, which probably would have discouraged her from doing anything about the driving need that was building inside of her, she moved her mouth from his and tentatively touched his neck with her lips. Then waited for his reaction. When he didn’t do anything, he didn’t pull away or move closer, she considered that permission to continue and her mouth moved down slightly, kissing about an inch lower, then lower still. Her body was in control now and she couldn’t resist when her tongue slipped out and tasted his skin. It was just as intoxicating as she’d anticipated and continued kissing and tasting him, her lips exploring his neck, his throat, moving down to the collar of his shirt and lower still.
When her lips kissed his chest where that small amount of chest hair was visible, she wasn’t aware that she was now straddling his lap, her hands moving against his chest and feeling his heart race under her fingertips. Her fingers mindlessly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more skin to her curious fingers and tempting her to explore with her lips more. She pushed the fabric out of the way and tasted the skin on the right side of his chest. When her lips moved lower, finding his male nipple and tasting that, she heard him groan deep in his chest, felt the sound with her finger and the sound shot right down to her core, making her gasp with the intensity of the reaction.
“My turn,” he growled and with a swift movement, Eva found herself with her back on the sofa and Damon hovering over her, his mouth was no longer soft but demanding and
So they argued their points, the benefits of each charity and why it was important, what it contributed to the communities or the world, why he should care, why she should just let things go and on and on. The argument moved to the dining room after his housekeeper let him know that their dinner was ready, and he suspected that she didn’t even know that she’d finished the whole meal this time, her vehemence in her beliefs was so strong that it dissipated her anxiety over being near him.
By the time they were back in the living room after dessert, she didn’t seem to notice when he sat next to her on the sofa as she regaled him with the benefits of the children’s after school programs. He’d enjoyed the evening with her more than he’d thought and didn’t want it to end, but it was after midnight and he had to get her home, or he was going to make love to her. The second would probably scare her off, but just one more taste, he thought as he leaned forward during a pause in her conversation.
Eva was startled when she felt his mouth touch hers. It was soft this time, coaxing and gentle. She reacted just as strongly though, even leaning into the kiss, wanting something deeper. She felt alive despite the late hour and the delicious meal with various wines. Normally, she would be asleep by now, but arguing with Damon really revived her spirit.
It took every ounce of his control, but Damon refused to let his hands touch her. He continued to touch and caress her with his mouth, letting her deepen the kiss. When her hands came up and held the sides of his head, he groaned with the need to take control but he held back, continuing to give her the lead.
Eva couldn’t believe how out of control she felt. She wanted this man to touch her, to make her feel the way he had earlier today but his hands weren’t touching her. His mouth was participating in the kiss, even tilting his head to deepen the touch, but his hands remained absent.
To encourage him, she moved her hands from his strong jaw, down his shoulders so she could feel his chest, revel in the strength of this man and the latent power of his muscles. He was awesomely made and one thought kept popping into her mind. She wanted to taste him. Not just his mouth although that was delicious after the excellent wine. But she wondered what his skin would taste like.
Instead of thinking about it, which probably would have discouraged her from doing anything about the driving need that was building inside of her, she moved her mouth from his and tentatively touched his neck with her lips. Then waited for his reaction. When he didn’t do anything, he didn’t pull away or move closer, she considered that permission to continue and her mouth moved down slightly, kissing about an inch lower, then lower still. Her body was in control now and she couldn’t resist when her tongue slipped out and tasted his skin. It was just as intoxicating as she’d anticipated and continued kissing and tasting him, her lips exploring his neck, his throat, moving down to the collar of his shirt and lower still.
When her lips kissed his chest where that small amount of chest hair was visible, she wasn’t aware that she was now straddling his lap, her hands moving against his chest and feeling his heart race under her fingertips. Her fingers mindlessly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more skin to her curious fingers and tempting her to explore with her lips more. She pushed the fabric out of the way and tasted the skin on the right side of his chest. When her lips moved lower, finding his male nipple and tasting that, she heard him groan deep in his chest, felt the sound with her finger and the sound shot right down to her core, making her gasp with the intensity of the reaction.
“My turn,” he growled and with a swift movement, Eva found herself with her back on the sofa and Damon hovering over her, his mouth was no longer soft but demanding and
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