Nails moved along his scalp as she tugged him closer, the deep, questing kiss kicking up his need a notch. He pulled away so he could stand up, take her back into the room where it was private. He wanted to take that dress off and explore her body all over again. This time he was going to map her every inch like goddamn Lewis and Clark.

But Mandy had different plans. She was grasping at his fly, making desperate little jerks at the button, her teeth grazing along his shoulder with nips.

Fuck, yeah, that felt good.

But he wanted to take it slow. Explore. Soft, gentle loving to show her he appreciated and respected her. He took her hands.

She ripped them away. “If you want to stop me, you’ll have to tie me up.”

Oh, my God. There was an image. And he was a sick bastard for picturing a helpless pregnant woman tied up while he licked her from the bottom up.

“I want in your trousers. Now.” She tore the button out of the hole so viciously it dangled from its thread, useless.

Okay, then. Maybe she wasn’t so helpless after all. “Jesus.” He held his hands out in surrender, hoping she didn’t rack him when she tried to unzip over his hard-on. “Go for it, honey.”

He certainly liked a woman who knew what she wanted, even more so when it was him. “But don’t you want to go in the room before we become oceanside entertainment?”

Since her mouth was on his nipple, sucking lightly, and her hand was dragging his zipper down, he was thinking she wasn’t too concerned about getting caught. But what he was feeling, what they were sharing, hell, it was private.

And he was having trouble thinking, breathing, resisting her. Another second and she was going to be dipping her fingers right over his…

Damien groaned. Damn, she had paused with her hand right over his cock. He throbbed, swelling harder into the palm of her hand, and she gave an encouraging squeeze that had him reaching for the chair, her, anything to hold him up and to keep from falling over onto her and begging.

“I suppose we could go inside,” she murmured, letting go of him so suddenly and stepping away, he almost pitched backward over the railing into the bushes below.

He might have whimpered. But before he could even recover his balance, Mandy was passing through the door, her arms twisted behind her back like she had an itch in an unreachable spot. Damien stepped toward her, his undone pants sliding down his hips, intent on scratching whatever itch she had. With his tongue.

But her arms settled back at her sides, and he realized she had been unzipping her dress. It fell to the floor with a soft thump, and Mandy glanced back at him over her naked shoulder.