“Fantastic,” she murmured, her heels kicking him in the backs of his thighs as he moved over her, and she made no attempt to meet his erratic rhythm. Some strokes were quick and short, others slow and deep, and he didn’t know what in the hell he was doing, he just wanted to feel her every which way. But he forced himself to rein back in, get a grip on himself, and he found a spot that felt just right, so perfect that he had to keep hitting it over and over.

Mandy seemed to like it, too, since it had him pressing against her clitoris, and she gripped the bedspread and gasped. It spurred Damien on, made him pump harder, until he forced himself to an abrupt stop. Legs trembling as he held himself on the edge of orgasm, sweat running down into his eyes, the dim room brighter, the sounds of the fan sharper as he hovered in the high of anticipation.

The sound of frustration she gave was nothing short of a scream. “What the hell are you doing?”

The outrage on her face made him chuckle, even as his body screamed its own protest with quivering jerks inside her. “I told you only two minutes. I think I went over.”

Her brown eyes went wide with shock. Then she pinched his waist, hard. “Oh, my God. Finish me now, Damien, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Oh, he would finish her. And himself in the process.

Bracing one hand on the wall over her head and the other on the bed, Damien gave one, two last strokes. As Mandy cried out and bucked behind him as she came, he let it all go and poured himself into her with a muffled roar.

He pulsed and throbbed on and on in a delicious surrender that sent a rapturous shudder through him. And when his moans petered off and his legs relaxed and a great exhalation of air shot out of his lungs, Damien felt empty of everything for the first time in three years.

Anger, frustration, pain—it all washed away and he was just left feeling very, very satisfied.

Chapter 10

Mandy breathed in the warm night air from Damien’s balcony and gave a lusty sigh of contentment.

“Do you want something to drink? I’m going to raid the minibar.” Damien stood in the doorway, wearing his pants and a sardonic smile.

Damn, he was really quite fabulous. Mandy was feeling pleased with the whole world, but especially with Damien. He had no idea how much it meant to her that now, when she was feeling scared and lonely and unattractive, he had chosen her to end his celibacy.

And he’d done such a nice job of it, too, my goodness.