Her head shakes side to side as her hands fist the sheets. “Please Damian, just do it. I can’t take it.

Sliding her panties down her legs and off her body, I remind her, “Slow Baby, we’re taking this slow.”

“Fuck, slow, just do it,” she says in agony.

Chuckling lightly, I gently blow on her heated arousal and she moans in response. I taste her, really tastes her. Not through the outside of that blue silk, not with the tip of my tongue sliding back and forth, but my entire tongue flat against her heat, covering all of her in one fluid stroke.

“Oh my god, do that again,” she says as her feet push into my shoulders and her entire body shivers.

“In a minute.” With the pad of my thumb, I rub slow and deliberate circles around her swollen nub and watch as her body takes over. She’s riding my hand hard and mumbling incoherent words, come so hard, want you so bad, please don’t ever stop, that have me wanting to rip my own clothes off and sink down deep inside of her.

She’s close to the edge, biting that damn bottom lip, and I don’t want this to end without another taste of her. My tongue connects with her sweet center and my finger slips inside as she comes, hard, her moans echoing throughout the room and her hands digging into my scalp.

My fingers are still securely inside of her when her body goes completely still, except for a pulse beating rapidly inside her pelvis. It’s carnal and sexy as hell knowing that pulse is frantically thumping because of me. Pushing up off the floor I kiss that beating pulse and lie down next to her.

“Was that slow enough for you, Addison?”

She’s staring at the ceiling and as my head rests beside hers, she turns to face me.

Her eyes exude pure honesty. “I need you.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I slide her to the top of the bed and tuck her in. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

She tries and fails to cover a yawn. “Sleep, Baby.”

Reaching between my legs, her hand begins to play, her eyes gazing into mine. I’m still fully dressed and horny as hell. While I have no objection to her fingers stroking me, she asked for slow. I’m going to give her that, whether she still wants it or not.

Stilling her movements, I entwine her fingers with mine. “Sleep, not play.” Gently removing her hand from between my legs, I slip my shirt off and cradle her in my bare arms. I can at least give her the skin on skin she’d asked for, and damn does it feel so good to hold her like this.

Naked from head to toe, it’s impossible for my hands not to rest on her round breasts, my fingers innocently circling the peaks of her nipples.

“I didn’t mean this slow.” She tries to pull out of my vise like grip.

“Maybe not, but for tonight, Addison, this is enough for me.” Kissing the top of her head, I pull the cover up and over us tucking her into the curve of my body, holding her until she falls asleep.

I sit straight up in bed, my heart on overdrive and my hands slightly shaking. Scanning the room, it takes a moment to remember I’m in Damian’s bed and that I’m completely naked. Damian’s hand, which had been resting comfortably on the swell of my breast, has fallen to the mattress, his body languid in sleep.

A clock on the nightstand tells me it’s well past two in the morning. The apartment is quiet; the only sound the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Comforted by the silence, I lie back down, assuming whatever woke me, must have been a dream.

Damian is shirtless, his jeans hanging loose around his waist. Illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window, he looks like he could be a dream, my dream.

Scanning his solid and strong body through the wisps of moonlight, it’s impossible not to be taken in by all he’s got going on. I’ve seen it so many times before, his chest and back shirtless as he runs or leisurely hangs out on the balcony. The way his muscles flex with each movement he makes has always taken my breath away. But looking at him now, completely relaxed somewhere in dreamland, his sculpted abs and chiseled chest are equally as magnificent and I can’t believe he’s mine.

Desire overcomes me. When I said slow, I didn’t mean us. I wanted him to move slow, I wanted to enjoy each touch, each caress, each kiss, to savor it this time, not rush to the finish line. But I’m dealing with a man who wants long term, not one night. He’d been honest with me about what he needs and now it’s my turn to give it back.

I didn’t get the life I had planned, and that still haunts me, but maybe what I’m getting instead is a whole lot better.

Before I can talk myself out of it, my hands glide over his stomach and up to his chest. His skin is smooth with a slight amount of hair passing through my fingers. His powerful form twitches spontaneously as I run a palm over each of his shoulders and down his arms, picking up his strong hands. They’re big and warm, completely covering each of mine. The rough calluses tingling my skin as I run my fingers over them.

Tracing the large bones that outline the back of his hands, I’m in awe at how this small movement can cause a flicker of arousal between my legs. I want these hands on me again, caressing the lines of my body and making me quiver. I want to feel that hard length of him press into me in need and I want him to wake up.

Planting a gentle kiss to his palm, I move my exploration to the buttons of his jeans. I run my hands along the top of his waistline, feeling the edge of his boxer briefs and wanting to hook a finger inside and pull them down his hips. Releasing each of the buttons on the denim, I begin to gently tug, hoping I can pull them off without waking him.

Moving my eyes up his body to look at his face before I take this any further, I’m caught off guard by the sight of his open eyes staring down at me with clear hunger.

His lips curl on the sides as our eyes meet.

“How long have you been awake?” I ask, startled.

“Since you sat up in bed, ten minutes ago.” His voice is husky, not from sleep, but desire that matches my own. He sits up and cups my face between those large hands.

“Are you okay?” Concern laces his voice as he searches my eyes in the dark.

My heart flutters at the tender way he’s handling me. This enormous strong man knows how to be gentle and so sweet it ruins me. I don’t know if I can be what he needs. But right now, in this moment, I need to be connected to him in any way possible.

“I want you.” It’s a matter of fact, not a question, not a demand, but a simple statement that lets him know I’m his if he chooses to do something other than stare in my eyes.

“Addison, my body is still on fire from earlier, if I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking this further.”

Covering his hands with mine, my eyes plead into his, “Don’t stop.”

One heartbeat goes by, a second to think, one second is all it takes before his mind is made up and his lips cover mine. This kiss is different. It’s hungry, demanding and possessive. He eases me onto my back, his legs on either side of my hips.

“Tell me if I go too fast.” His breath is ragged, his rough jeans run along my inner thigh as he moves on top of me, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

Passion takes over, and I pull his head down to mine, kissing him with burning desire, my hands holding him close as my feet inch up to slide his jeans and boxers off with my toes. I can’t curb the need that is spiraling out of control inside my veins. It’s frantic . . . passionate and not fast enough.

My toe locks into the elastic of his boxer briefs, and I slide them down his ass, the front begins to get stuck on his massive erection. I want to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, but my need for him is too great.