Have Me
Page 16Damien, I think. All I want is Damien.
I start to say as much, but then stop myself. Because as much as I want him—and oh, dear god, do I want him—that isn’t all I want.
No, I want him just as crazed as me. I want to make him desperate. I want to hear him beg. I know that he needs me—I stopped doubting that long ago—but I want to see that need in his eyes, and I want to see the satisfaction of his desires when he explodes inside me.
I take a step toward him.
“Tell me,” he repeats. “Tell me what you want.”
“I’d rather show you.” I walk toward him as I talk, my eyes never leaving his. One step, then another. I see his expression shift, wariness edging toward pleasure.
And then, as I kneel in front of him, there is understanding. Mostly, there is desire.
He starts to speak, and though I don’t know if he intends to protest, I don’t wait to find out. I press my finger to his mouth and gently shake my head. “No. My turn. Not a word.”
He nods, just a small movement of his head, but I revel in the power. I just might be the only person on the planet to whom Damien Stark will willingly submit.
I lean forward and with slow, deliberate motions, I unbutton the shorts and then lower his zipper. I slip my hand in and stroke his cock through his briefs. He is hard as steel, and when I let my eyes dart up to his face, I see that his jaw is tight and know that he is fighting for control.
I draw his cock out, steely hard and incredibly thick. Damien makes a low noise like a growl of need, and my stomach quivers in response. My entire body throbs with want of him, but not yet. Not until I taste him.
I lick him, cupping his balls and following the vein that bulges in his cock up to the tip. He shudders under my touch, then gasps when I open my mouth and take him in, sucking and licking as I try to take all of him, wanting the sensation of making him go over like this, lost to my whim and the pleasure I am giving. I can’t manage, though. He’s too big and I am not at a good angle. More than that, I am driving myself crazy, because as much as I want to take him there, the truth is that I am craving the feel of him inside me. And the more I imagine the feel of him deep within me, the more I know that I have to have him. Dear god, I have to have him now.
“Straddle me.”
The words are little more than a whisper, but they wash over me with the force of an answered prayer. I tilt my head back and find him looking at me with such intensity it seems to burn. “I need to be inside you,” he says.
“I know,” I say as I rise. “I need it, too.”
I hold on to his shoulders and put my knees on the love seat on either side of him. With my eyes never leaving his, I position myself, teasing the tip of his cock and then—oh, dear god, yes—impaling myself on him. Deeper and deeper until I feel like I will lose him inside of me, and me inside of him.
“Christ, Nikki, you feel so good.” His hands cup my breasts as I arch back and we rock together, slow and sensual moments that swirl pleasure around us, as heady as a cocktail.
“I can never get enough of you,” he says. “I know you so intimately, and yet never stop discovering you.”
I close my eyes, surrendering myself to the wonder of his touch and the power of his words.
“There is never a time when I don’t see you and lose myself utterly to you. You’re mystery, Nikki, and you’re truth. Look at me,” he says, and I hear the change of tone in his voice.
I open my eyes and see the intensity on his face.
I swallow, thinking of how I wanted nothing more than to stay asleep, hiding from whatever new horror awaited me out in the world. Hiding from Damien, too, even as I felt protected in the shadow of his arms. I should have known better. I should have known he would see right through me—and that he wouldn’t let me hide.
“Do you understand?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Does that bother you?”
I think about it, then shake my head. “No,” I say truthfully. “It makes me feel safe. I have no more secrets from you.” I’m not entirely sure that Damien can say the same thing. And, yes, there was a time when that would have bothered me, but no more. I will happily spend the rest of my life peeling back the layers of this man.
He watches my face for a moment, as if trying to convince himself that I am being forthright. Then he nods. “I’m going to have my attorneys deal with this bullshit.”
“Damien—”
“No. It’s your lawsuit, and I get that. But you don’t have a litigator on retainer, and I have an entire team. I am not coddling you, but I am helping you.” He cups my chin. “Okay?”
I glance down to where our bodies intersect, then look up at him with a cocked eyebrow. “You pick the strangest times to have these conversations.”
“It’s the mark of a good businessman.” The corner of his mouth curves up. “Find your opponent’s weakness and exploit it.”
“Okay?” he asks. And because I am not a fool, I nod.
The truth is, before, I simply wanted to hide. To make it all go away. But Damien has reminded me that I am not alone. More than that, he’s reminded me that I’m stronger than I think.
Even better, I am stronger with him.
I want to say all that to him, but instead I simply say, “I love you.”
He pulls me forward to catch me in a kiss, and I take the opportunity to shimmy a bit on his lap. “What was it you said about how we were going to be landing soon? Maybe I should stay like this for touchdown. Might be interesting.”
“Maybe you should,” he says, and for a moment, I think he means it.
Then he pinches my ass. “Then again, that probably violates some FAA regulation. Best not to tempt fate. Besides, I believe Katie’s been keeping dinner warm for us.”
Again, I’m reminded that she is just past that little door and could come in at any time.