The Meeting

Chapter 29 - Too Much Love

I collapse onto Damien’s sofa and hear his chuckle as he walks into the kitchen. I’m exhausted and could easily sleep for a week I would bet.

“You look tired. Maybe you should take a nap?” I prop myself up on an elbow and watch him make himself a coffee, his capable hands making swift work of any task. He lifts up a mug and gestures towards me. “Or would you like a coffee?”

“I know something else that would wake me up even more,” I say in a soft voice, rubbing the area of cushion next to me in invitation.

He grins, puts his coffee down, and stalks over to me with his sexy lopsided grin and sultry eyes. Leaning down over me, he plants a soft kiss on my lips and I tug on his shirt to pull him down on top of me. He obliges, much to my delight, and his firm body is pressed into mine after what feels like weeks.

“I am more than happy to provide,” he murmurs, kissing his way down my neck to the top of my dress. “I really think it’s been far too long since you’ve been in my bed,” he says, almost reading my mind.

At his words, I feel a flutter in my stomach and my core clenches in anticipation for what is to come. He pries himself from my body and offers his hand to pull me up after him, lifting me and carrying me upstairs to his bedroom.

“You know, I could get used to you carrying me everywhere,” I mutter, stroking his face and planting kisses along his stubble covered jaw. He sets me down in the doorway of his large bedroom, which I’ve never really had the chance to admire fully.

I move around the room, spending more time now looking at his belongings. A picture frame sits on the dresser of his mother, no doubt, with a child sitting on her lap, who I assume is him. I haven’t met any of his family and I should probably do that if we’re thinking of getting married. He also needs to meet mine, which sends a whole bunch more butterflies going inside my stomach in my nervousness. My dad will be easy, but my mother will be definitely a lot harder.

Soft fingers trail over my shoulder, disrupting my thoughts and sending a shiver of desire through me like electricity across my skin.

“Stop all this thinking and let me peel you out of this dress. I want you naked so I can see your beautiful body,” he breathes into my ear. I feel my body relax into his busy hands, which are undoing the zip on the back, moving down and revealing my back. Kisses brush against my skin delicate like a whisper with each inch he opens the dress. He pushes the soft material from my shoulders and lets it fall to the ground in a heap, leaving me in my underwear.

I turn on the spot and gasp as I see him completely naked in front of me. I want to ask when he had the time to take his clothes off, but he’s already pounced on me and pushed me into the nearby wall, pressing the whole length of his body against my skin. His tongue caresses my own and he nibbles gently on my lower lip, only increasing the lust I have for him already.

I whimper at his sexual kiss and pull on him, running my nails down his muscled back and encouraging him to keep going, which he does. His mouth continues its assault on mine and one of his hands snakes its way up my back, unclipping my bra strap in one fluid motion and releasing my breasts to the open air, causing my nipples to become instantly erect and ready for his mouth. His lips clamp around one of them whilst his hand pinches and squeezes at the other, making me squeal in delight and pleasure.

“Come to bed,” he orders with a growl and slaps my ass as I walk past him to the large, domineering bed in the centre of the room. “Take those off,” he adds, pointing at my underwear.

He sits on the bed in front of me, so I turn around and inch them down my ass slowly, wiggling it as I go. I bend over to take them off fully and I feel his hands grip my ass, squeezing each side in turn. He bites me on the left cheek before gripping my hips to spin me around to face him.