The Pregnancy Test (NY Girlfriends #1)(22)
Author: Erin McCarthy

Mandy stood in front of him in nothing but a white pair of panties, and even those served to fuel his desire. Because he could see the outline of her sex, see where her curls were pressing into the satin, see a tiny wet spot that proved her need for him was as great as his need for her.

Damien brushed his thumbs over her nipples, enjoying the soft groan she gave. Her breasts were full and curvy, and her skin had a rosy tint to it. She was lush and firm and radiating health, life, sexuality.

But she wasn’t moving. He lightly pinched her nipple. "Lie down, Mandy. Now."

Her hand closed over his, and she removed his ringer from her breast, like she couldn’t take the touching anymore. "Yes, sir. Right away, sir. And would you like some coffee as well?"

She tossed a grin over her shoulder as she turned and walked to the bed, a definite sway in her hips, her panties drooping so that he could see the swell of her backside, the dip between her cheeks.

He gave a snort. It still shocked him that she teased him so easily, with no concern for the consequences. He had erected so many walls around himself, built his hard, cold reputation to the point where no one would dare toss out a joke at his expense. It was appealing that Mandy didn’t treat him like the victim, or the guilty, or the heartless cynic, but just like a man. A friend. A lover.

"Very funny, wise ass. But if you’re thinking of stand-up, don’t quit your day job."

As Damien followed her to the bed, Mandy crawled up on top of the yellow floral bedspread, giving him a heart-attack-inspiring shot of her backside.

"I have no intention of quitting my day job. My boss and I are very compatible." Mandy lay down and rolled onto her back, arms above her head. She smiled and lowered her knees until she was displayed all before him, delicious and sensual.

Damn it. Damien swallowed hard. Sweat trickled down his back, his fingers itched to touch, his tongue felt thick, a buzzing rang in his ears. "When we get back to New York, we go back to the way it was. But for now, we’re going to enjoy each other."

Her knees dropped open. "Enjoy me, Damien."

With fucking pleasure. He reached forward, took the two strings on either side of her panties, and ripped them with one hard jerk.

"Ohmigod!" she said, staring down at him in shock. "You destroyed my knickers."

With just an index finger, he hooked the white satin and pulled the remnants away from her, baring her caramel curls to him. "Knickers are easy enough to come by." And he tossed them over his shoulder.

Knees on the bed, Damien leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, right, then left, nuzzling his nose into her firm flesh and breathing the salty scent of her perspiration, and the sweetness of her arousal. He brushed a kiss on the damp hair, below her clitoris, his mouth pressing into the give of her sex. Mandy jerked below him, a hissing sound pushing through her teeth.

He pulled back a little, shifted until he was comfortably resting on his elbows, cozily ensconced between her legs. Then he spread her folds and took a long lick over her pink, swollen flesh.

Damien narrowed his eyes, fingers squeezing into her thighs as her taste exploded on his tongue. He heard her groan, felt her legs shift restlessly on either side of him. His blood rushed, his heart pounded, and his control frayed dangerously as he buried his tongue inside her. She surrounded him, hot, quivering, a damp rush flooding over him as she reacted to his invasion, his thrusting deep parody of sex.

"St-op," she said, back arching on the bed.

"Why?" he asked as he pulled back and ran the pads of his thumbs over her plump swollen folds, up and down, up and down, enjoying the soft give, the way she squirmed and mewled in distress, the way her legs spread farther and farther in invitation.

"Damien… I’m too close. I can’t… stop."

"Too close to what?" he asked with forced indifference. The thrill, the satisfaction of pleasing her, raced through him, urging him to take this slow, no matter how deep he ached.

And this was a pleasure all in and of itself. He had never been so aroused in his entire life, and he didn’t think it was the result of three years’ abstinence. It was Mandy. Her intelligence, her humor, her beauty, her pure unrestrained responses to him. The naked honesty on her face as she looked down at him and said, "I’m too close to an orgasm. And I don’t want to yet."

Her heels dug into the bed as she tried to shift up and out of his way.

Damien dropped his weight down on her legs, anchoring her on the lumpy mattress. "Why not?" He kissed her clitoris. "Two orgasms are better than one."

She swore, twitched to try and free herself, and he almost laughed.

"I never have more than one, so I’d like to delay it as long as possible, if you don’t mind."

He did mind. He wanted her to come now. He wanted her to come later. He wanted her to come again and again until they both forgot who they were and where they came from and why they couldn’t share a future like normal people could.

Dragging the tip of his finger across her moisture, down between her cheeks and back up again, he flicked his tongue around her clitoris in a teasing little circle. "I do mind. Come for me, Mandy. Please."

Swallowing hard, he plunged his finger into her softness. She gave a cry of shock that dissolved into a ragged moan. Hearing her spurred him on, made him want to, need to, hear more, hear her burst in that ultimate pleasure.

As he stroked into her, he dropped his mouth down onto her clitoris and sucked the tight pink button. Mandy jerked up, then froze half sitting as she shattered. Her hands slapped at his head, searching for a hold, as her orgasm set her muscles clenching around his fingers and her clitoris tightening.

For a long moment, she convulsed in release, and Damien held her, still stroking.

Then her groan trailed off into a curse.

"Oh, damn it!" she said with a cry of frustration. "I told you not to do that." Her fingers curled in his hair and jerked his head back and forth with a violence that both amused him and turned him on. "God! This is all your fault."

Damien wiped his mouth and tried to feel shame, but it just wasn’t there. "I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help myself." He sat up and reached for the button on his pants. "I can’t help this either."

Still feeling shattered and more than a little miffed at her lack of control, Mandy lifted her head at the tone in Damien’s voice. He was dispensing with his trousers.

Fine. Whatever. It didn’t matter in the least to her. He had ruined it all by forcing the orgasm issue after she had specifically made a point to explain to him that she didn’t achieve that more than once per sitting, and now she was feeling languid and sleepy and not the least bit interested in…