Mandy waited, her nipples hardening, her fingers splayed across the front of her hips. She waited, while he stared and stared and her panties grew damper and damper, and her fingers itched to move lower and her breasts ached to be touched and her eyes fell into slumberous half slits.

Then finally, when she thought she would scream or cry or whimper or puddle on the floor in a drenched mass of sexual longing, he moved.

And cupped both of her breasts, while his mouth closed around her nipple and sucked hard.

Okay, that was worth the wait. “Oh!” she said, unable to think of a better word to sum up the feeling that she was going to die of pleasure.

He pulled back, not releasing her nipple until the last second so it gave a wet, sucking pop. “Mmmm,” was Damien’s opinion as he switched from right to left.

She would have to second that. This time he plucked, then sucked, making her toes curl on the hard ceramic tile.

His thigh shifted, pressing against her swollen clitoris, which was damn cruel in her opinion. She moaned softly, her fingers peeling down the waistband of her panties, ready to be naked so she could then get him naked and they could be naked together, which would clearly be the best possible outcome of all of this.

But he stilled her hands. Frustrated, she shifted them to the button on his pants, but he held her hands firmly against his hard abdomen, preventing all movement, while he continued to lave his tongue across her nipple.

“Damn it, Damien, I want us naked.” Mandy jerked at her hands, but he was stronger than she was.

“It’s not time for that yet.”

“What’s it time for?” Besides death by excess desire? Mandy was a healthy woman and had enjoyed the few adult relationships she’d had. She’d thought she’d known what lust was like. She’d thought she’d understood urgency, the rush of sexual longing.

She had been stupid.

The way Damien made her feel, with so very little effort, made those previous experiences pale into bland. Like salsa without the jalapeno. On the Mexican menu of sex, Damien was four and a half chili peppers, full of flavor and heat.

He lifted his head from her chest, leaving her nipples wet and aching. “It’s time for you to lie down on my bed, so I can spread your legs and taste every inch of you. Then start all over and do it again.”

Mandy sucked back her drool.

Make that five chili peppers. If he got any hotter, her eyes were going to water.

Chapter 9

Damien readjusted his cock in his pants, hoping to give it more room but unwilling to let it out.

Let free, who knew what it might do.

Tear down walls at the very least, like the dick that destroyed Punta Cana.