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ACKNOWLEDGING TO HERSELF that anything might pop out her mouth in that moment, Janae bit her tongue and only nodded as Damond headed upstairs. Staying in front of the fire with her arms wrapped around her knees, she watched the flames flicker in the hearth. Looking on as the shadows arched cross the walls of the cabin, while her brain thought in overdrive. Honestly, she didn’t know which notion freaked her out more, sleeping downstairs alone or having sex with Damond.
She knew on her end if she shared his bed it wouldn’t be to cuddle. And despite the restraint shown tonight she didn’t trust him either. So it really all rested on what she wanted. Janae listened as he moved around above. To the toilet flushing, the shower running and the floor giving an occasional squeak as he walked over it. Another few minutes passed before she finally got up, grabbed her light and pinched out the candles in both the living room and kitchen.
Janae took a rare night shower hoping to sooth her nerves and stop her brain from going around and round in circles. After all, she knew there was only one option. The one that made sense, to focus on why she came here. Fooling around with a stubborn, sexy man who was too brash for his own good was not part of her plan. She barely had over four weeks to go and a boatload of work to do. Sex with Damond Hall was not included on her list of things to accomplish.
Janae didn’t believe Damond was the kind of person looking for a relationship, hell, for that matter neither was she. It wasn’t the right time in her life to be distracted by a devilish smile and an enticing penis. Besides, he would be the last type of man she’d choose for anything serious. The more she thought about it, the clearer her choice became.
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IT WOULD BE A LIE TO say he was asleep, when in fact he could admit his ears had strained to hear any sounds of Janae moving around downstairs. To be fair he did try to drift off, but that was a no-go, and he started calculating the odds she’d go for either offer. Though he could imagine she tried to be quiet, he heard the creak of the third step before the landing, as she came up well over thirty minutes later. Janae was coming to him or a bedroom located upstairs at least. When the knock came at his door, he let out the breath he was holding. Jesus give him strength if all she wanted was a human body pillow.
Keeping his hands behind his head Damond answered, “Come in.”
The door opened slowly and she eased inside. Since Damond had hoped she would come, there was one small candle lit on the bedside table near the door, and a lantern turned down very low on the other. More than enough light to see she was in a thick, plush floor length robe tied tight at the waist. Damond decided not to waste time and got right to the point.
“Janae...what’s it going to be?”
She should run. Which was what she should have done the first time she saw him laying naked in this bed. But just like before she was glued to the floor, she must be out of her damn mind.
“I was hoping...” Janae unknotted the belt. “That it could be both.”
Damond watched as it fell from her shoulders, revealing her bare dusky skin. Like a puppet on a string he sprung up to his elbows for a better look. Could she hear how his heart was pounding in his chest at the sight of her little round breasts, the slope of her stomach and hips? She had to hear it. Unless her ears were clogged with the sound of her own heartbeat. He could clearly see the nerves, behind the excitement in her eyes.
Twisting around, he opened the top drawer, turning back with a condom between his fingers. He saw her swallow hard then nod, before he let it drop to the bed. Tossing back the covers so she could verify he was naked and quickly rising to the occasion, Damond quietly spoke.
“Come here.”
It was all he could manage out his tight throat, watching every move of her body as she walked to the bed. As soon as she put one knee on the mattress, Damond snatched her to him in an iron grip. Then did what he’d wanted to do downstairs, got her body under his, wedging his hips between her legs. Pressing her down into the mattress as her hands clutched at his body, his lips at her throat, then her neck and finally devouring her mouth.
If they thought the kiss downstairs had been a one off, that hypothesis was blown to shreds as the passion from before exploded into this one. God, her skin was so damn soft. The scent of her soap and her body’s desire literally made his mouth water. Pulling on some depth of will power he didn’t realize he possessed, Damond tried to slow it down, for her sake or his he couldn’t say.
So he trailed his lips to her jaw and cheek. Ran his hands along one curved hip, squeezing and shaping her thigh. While her hands made a path over his chest and shoulders, making his muscles clench and skin heat. He wanted this to be worth the bravery she’d shown in coming to him. Refused to let her leave his bed with any cause to regret the night. He already knew it would be exceptional for him, the goal was to make sure it was the same for her.
“Let me show you how hot you make me.” He whispered, nipping her shoulder gently.
Janae nodded mutely, no clue what that meant or what she was agreeing to. As long as it was coming from him she would take it. When he reached across her picking up the small votive candle, she had no clue what he was up to. Until he sat up a little locking eyes with her and tilted it. The squeak of surprise was more from the act itself than any pain the wax caused.
The semi-liquid felt super warm as it splashed onto the meaty part of her breast. The first drop was barely firming when the second came down on the opposite side, making her gasp again. Her skin tingled and the slight sting combined with the cold air of the room caused her nipples to harden quickly. Janae was processing that sensation before he added another, suckling the hard tip into his slick mouth.
“Ooohh, Damond!”
He took his time, squeezing firmly to take even more in his mouth. Janae’s body squirmed under his with arousal and no relief. As if he knew her torment Damond shifted, placing one leg high in-between her thighs, while rubbing his extended shaft against the side of her body. Then he was repeating the wax process on the other breast, while she humped his knee against her swollen clit. All while he licked, sucked and kneaded her now sensitive breasts. Before long she was coming, writhing against him.
“You drive me crazy!” She panted out.
“No more than what you do to me.”
Damond wanted the use both hands but wasn’t quite done with the wax yet. Lifting from her appetizing tits, he sprinkled a trail of wax from the valley of her chest down to her navel. Rubbing against her center as every drop hit. Working in tandem, he passed her the candle and she blindly put it back on the table. Damond slid his body further down, while placing kisses and bites on the side of the trail he’d left, everything leading to the treat below. Placing his face against the sweetest part of her, he proceeded to love her with his tongue. Determined not to stop until she was outwardly as wild for him as he felt about her.
Janae had never gotten close to thinking about sex like this, not even in her dreams. All her nerve endings were screaming in bliss, and she gave a deep groan when his tongue hit her jewel, ran up and down her slit, probing in her secret place. Janae couldn’t help scratching his shoulders, grabbing at his head, even as she tried to press her legs closed against his sensual assault. None of this to stop him mind you, but to press him even closer, she wanted to keep the pleasure going.
Shaking, bucking and crying out she came again. Rocking against his tongue as she clutched the pillow above her. When her hand made contact with the tossed condom, she wrapped her fingers around it urgently. Bringing it closer so she could see it with her blurred vision, Janae tore it open with shaky hands.
“Damond, I want you inside me now. I need you.”
He looked up, seeing the condom and took it. “Don’t worry, I plan to take care of all your needs tonight.”
When he finally slid into her heat, she would swear her heart skipped a beat. When he moved, it started thumping like a drum. Wrapping her legs high around his waist, Janae took each thrust he gave. Flowed with him as he rolled them over so she could ride him slow and steady, then hard and wild. Right before Damond pulled her down tight against his chest, kissing her breathless while pushing strongly up into her.
When they broke, it was together. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth and heart to heart.