"Yes. I do want to."
She pulled Damien to her and kissed him. Her hands descended to his trousers and she tugged them down, then his shorts, so she could gaze at him unhindered. His florid erection was beating strongly in anticipation.
She touched it and he drew away, just out of her reach.
"Not yet," he rasped.
She looked into his eyes and felt something pass between them—something that simmered in the heat. Something intense.
He tenderly stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and reveled in his soft, sure touch. The movement was so delicate, so sweet. Almost loving.
Damien lifted Abbey off the couch, unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down over her legs and ankles. He sat back on his haunches beside the couch and let out a sigh as he gazed at her body.
"You're fabulous, Abbey." He stroked her calf, her thigh, brushed her moist lips with a teasing finger. "So beautiful," he whispered.
