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    Dropping
her gaze down to his lips, she wanted desperately to be his, to experience this
imprinting that he spoke of. When she glanced back up she saw that he, too, was
staring at her mouth. The expression he held could have been interpreted a
million different ways: arousal, anticipation, excitement, and primal need. All
of those filtered across his face in rapid succession, and this low growl left
him and he inhaled once more. It may be wrong, may even be inappropriate to
want her father’s best friend, a man nearly double her age even, but she didn’t
care right now. She’d worry about the repercussions later, after this desire
had left her and she could breathe again. Like he had said, she was an adult,
knew what she wanted, and didn’t care what the result would be. Right now she
could only think about having him on top of her, and showing her that things
sometimes didn’t have to be so messed up.
    Feeling
this strength settle inside of her, Danika leaned in those last couple of
inches and pressed her lips to his. He was tense for several seconds. Then this
low, needy, and animalistic sound left him, and he moved his hand to her hair.
He grabbed a chunk of her hair in a firm, yet gentle, hold and tilted her head
back to deepen the kiss. She grew even stronger in her lust for him, at the fact
she was really doing this. Danika ran her tongue along the seam of his lips and
felt his body grow tenser. His cock seemed to jerk between them, and a fresh
wave of wetness spilled from her. The deep, male groan he made caused her
nipples to tighten further to the point of pain.
    When
he opened his mouth and their tongues pressed together she couldn’t help the
small sound of pleasure that escaped. He tasted so good. Danika tilted her head
more and deepened the kiss, loving that he was as far gone in this moment as
she was. She moved her hand back on the counter to try to get more stability as
he probed her mouth. Her fingers brushed along the cup by the edge, and then
the sound of glass shattering on the tiled floor penetrated her lust-fogged
mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved so that her legs were
slightly parted and rubbed along his. Damien tensed and she thought he might
pull away or stop, but after a moment he kissed her more feverishly, more
forcefully even. Danika hissed out as the cut on her lip stung, and he
immediately broke their mouths apart.
    “Shit,
I’m sorry, Danika baby.” He smoothed his finger over her cut lip, leaned in and
kissed it softly, intimately even. “I want to go slow, but it is really hard
now that I have you, and you’re so damn receptive to me.”
    She
breathed in and out, not feeling her desire lessen, but instead heighten. “I
don’t want slow and gentle.” The sound that came from him had her entire body
shaking with her arousal. It was hoarse, scratchy and dominating, and it was
all because of her. He placed his mouth on hers again, much more softly this
time, but she wasn’t having that. They were doing this, and it was going to be
over the top and not danced around. She grabbed his hair now on the back of his
head and deepened the kiss.
    Tongues
dueling and breath mingling, they were both like wild, uncontrollable animals
trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was frantic, uninhibited. He moved
his hands down her body, and gripped her waist, his big hands curling around
her wide hips. He tugged her toward him with a firm motion, and then in one
movement had her lifted onto the counter. She spread
her legs, allowing him to move forward and fit between them. God, she was
really going to do this.
    Her
skirt rode up, and the rough denim of his jeans scraped along the sensitive
inner flesh of her thighs. It excited her further, made her feel like
everything was coming apart inside of her, just crumbling for this man. She
tried to move closer to him, to press her breasts even harder against his chest
and alleviate some of this ache that settled in the