He did mind. He wanted her to come now. He wanted her to come later. He wanted her to come again and again until they both forgot who they were and where they came from and why they couldn’t share a future like normal people could.

Dragging the tip of his finger across her moisture, down between her cheeks and back up again, he flicked his tongue around her clitoris in a teasing little circle. “I do mind. Come for me, Mandy. Please.”

Swallowing hard, he plunged his finger into her softness. She gave a cry of shock that dissolved into a ragged moan. Hearing her spurred him on, made him want to, need to, hear more, hear her burst in that ultimate pleasure.

As he stroked into her, he dropped his mouth down onto her clitoris and sucked the tight pink button. Mandy jerked up, then froze half sitting as she shattered. Her hands slapped at his head, searching for a hold, as her orgasm set her muscles clenching around his fingers and her clitoris tightening.

For a long moment, she convulsed in release, and Damien held her, still stroking.

Then her groan trailed off into a curse.

“Oh, damn it!” she said with a cry of frustration. “I told you not to do that.” Her fingers curled in his hair and jerked his head back and forth with a violence that both amused him and turned him on. “God! This is all your fault.”

Damien wiped his mouth and tried to feel shame, but it just wasn’t there. “I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help myself.” He sat up and reached for the button on his pants. “I can’t help this either.”

Still feeling shattered and more than a little miffed at her lack of control, Mandy lifted her head at the tone in Damien’s voice. He was dispensing with his trousers.

Fine. Whatever. It didn’t matter in the least to her. He had ruined it all by forcing the orgasm issue after she had specifically made a point to explain to him that she didn’t achieve that more than once per sitting, and now she was feeling languid and sleepy and not the least bit interested in…

His erection nudged her. “Oh!” she moaned, then slapped a hand over her mouth. No moaning, Mandy. It would go to his head.

“Feel good?” he asked as he pulled back.

“Actually, it’s rather unpleasant,” she said, even as she lifted her backside in an encouraging offering. Damn, it was so hard to stick to her principles when he was tickling his finger there.

He gave a low laugh as he dug a condom out of his pants pocket and opened the package. “I’m really sorry. Do you think you could suffer a little more unpleasantness for my sake? Just two minutes, tops. And next time, I promise to give your requests the attention they deserve.”