Releasing his cock, she grinned and slipped out from under his arm. Swimming backwards, she watched him as he turned to face her, anguish in his expression. Oh, she'd totally gotten to him. He closed his eyes, and when they reopened the fire and feral hunger had her pussy clenching in anticipation.
He lunged and began to swim towards her. Letting out a yelp, she flipped to her stomach and began to swim in earnest, her strokes hard and propelling her body quickly through the water. She could sense him approaching, but didn't look back to verify, wanting to make it to the edge before he caught up to her.
Got it! A sense of triumph washed over her as she reached the edge before him and pulled herself up and onto it, which shocked her. Damon had always been a star swimmer; it wasn't like him to be weak swimmer. However, she'd only beat him by a hair. She'd just rolled onto her back, spread eagle on the cool tile, panting wildly when he reached the side and pulled himself up. She watched his face and frowned, seeing him grimace as he pulled his stunning body from the water.
"You okay?"
He laughed lightly, and nodded. "Yeah, of course." Before she could question him further, his body was covering hers, his mouth crashing down upon hers, with the hunger and need that she'd been longing for him to kiss her with since the dance.
The warm breeze tightened her wet nipples into hardened peaks. Her body relaxed under his, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and she parted her lips, giving in to his probing tongue.
Now this was more like it.
The tile was hard under her back, as he gently lowered his body to hers. His erect shaft slipping between her legs and probed at her entrance, but the discomfort of the tile under her was nothing compared to the inferno that had flared up within her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him down, hoping to impale herself on him, but it was a useless effort.
He pulled his lips from hers chuckling softly. Bracing a hand on either side of her head he stared down at her, humour mixed with the hunger in his gaze.
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Damon, stop being cruel!"
His chuckling got louder, throatier. "We have all night Kat." He lowered his mouth to the side of her neck and nipped. A shot of pleasure shimmed down her spine and she writhed under him, clawing at his shoulders.
She growled softly. "All night means we can do it two, three, half-dozen times."
Damon chuckled again as his mouth continued its journey along her collarbone and then down her chest. His lips rested in the valley between her breasts. "Baby, a half dozen times? You're going to kill me."
She moaned as he captured one nipple between his teeth, his tongue flicking as his teeth gently nibbled. She yelped and moaned wiggling against him. As his mouth released the first nipple and captured the second, his hand slipped between them to cup her mound.
"It would be a wonderful way to die," she gasped as he nipped a little harder and sent a delicious shiver of pleasure and pain through her. He spread her velvety folds and thrust a finger deep into her core as his tongue and teeth teased. It was good, but not enough. She clawed at his shoulders, and bucked against his hand.
"Damon please!"
"Oh, I love how you beg me," he murmured, releasing her breast and slowly moving his lips lower, down her torso and to her stomach. With each inch his mouth got closer to the apex between her legs the more intense the throbbing between her legs became and demanding her body for his became. Just when his mouth reached her mound, he stopped and stood.
"Come on."
Slowly opening her eyes, she looked at him frowning. Letting out a low, rugged breath she accept the hand he was extending to her. "So cruel," she grumbled as she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet.
As soon as she was on her feet, he pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers. Again, she was swept up in the power of his embrace and the force of his lips on hers. Her mind became a blank as the need and yearning flowed through her. She was so wrapped up in the feel and taste of him that she didn't even notice that he'd been backing her up until the back of her legs bumped into something.
Katrina yelped, tearing her lips from his as she started to topple backwards unto the double-sized wicker longer chair. His arms caught her and set her down gently onto the lounger. Damon stretched out next to her and traced the line of her jaw with his index finger, so tenderly that she could barely feel it.
His expression darkened, a frown crossing his strikingly handsome features. "We need to have a talk, Kat, before this goes any further."
Katrina mimicked his frown with one of her own. She didn't like the seriousness of his expression. She laughed lightly, running her index finger along his collarbone and that's when her eyes spotted the scar on his right side. Her soft smile faded as she sat up and pushed his arm that was partially covering the scar away to get a closer look. It was fresh.
"Were you in an accident?" As she asked the question she knew that wasn't the case. The incision was too perfect, too clean. He'd had surgery.
"No."
She fingered the scar. Jesus, no wonder he cringed each time I nudged him in he side. She looked back up to meet his eyes, but she couldn't read him. "What's going on Damon? That scar. That's..." Her frowned deepened. "That scar is over your lung. My God, what's going on?" She had no idea why, but she felt tears welling up in her eyes. A sinking feeling overtook her, rocking her to the core. She almost didn't want to hear what he was going to tell her because - deep down - she knew it wasn't good, she could feel it.
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Way to kill a mood, he chastised himself. Seeing her face fall into such an intense expression of concern and seeing the tears form in her eyes was tearing him apart. A part of him wished he hadn't brought it up yet, but another wished he'd mentioned it the previous evening before she even came to Houston.
Flipping over to his back, Damon urged her to cuddle against him. She snuggled tight pressing her face against his neck. "Please Damon, tell me. What's going on?"
Damon swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he slowly stoked her long, silken locks, watching the strands slowly fall one by one. She closed her eyes, savouring the delicious pull of the strands. Stroking her hair began to relax him, making it easier to say what needed to be said, although he was still deciding on how much of his plan he wanted to share - just yet.
"I had surgery."
She slowly opened her eyes. "I figured as much."
"Well, it was my lung I had a lower lobectomy."