The Sweet Spot
She started one mug of coffee brewing, then turned to get the liquid creamer from the refrigerator. She didn't realize Damien stood so close to her. She plowed into him before she could stop herself.
"Whoa." He grabbed her upper arms.
"I'm so sorry!" She automatically clasped his waist to steady herself. "I didn't mean to run into you."
"It's okay. No harm done."
Loving the feel of his hands on her skin, Cassie didn't step back as she would've normally done if she ran into someone. Instead, she left her hands on his waist and peered into his gorgeous blue eyes.
His grip on her arms tightened. His gaze dropped to her mouth and lingered there. She licked her lips, hoping he would give her the kiss she desperately wanted.
Damien's head slowly lowered toward hers. Cassie lifted her chin. She held her breath as he closed the last few inches until his mouth touched hers.
Heat flooded her body. She slid her hands around to his low back, then up his spine to his shoulder blades. She felt his hands tighten on her arms before he pressed his mouth firmer against hers.
Delicious, but not enough.
She took a step closer until her breasts flattened against his chest. She heard a low growl in Damien's throat. He tugged her tighter to his body. His hardening cock nestled perfectly between her thighs.
One of his hands drifted up and down her back, the other clasped her nape. He tilted his head, ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. Cassie parted them, touched his tongue with the tip of hers.
She knew he'd be an incredible kisser.
Without breaking their kiss, he lifted her by her waist and set her on the counter. Cassie spread her knees so he could step between them. He gripped her ass, pulled her to the edge of the counter and in contact with his fly.
A slight side-to-side motion rubbed his hard cock on her pussy. His kiss became deeper, fiercer, hotter. Cassie toed off her shoes, wrapped her bare legs around his hips. Cool air brushed her thighs as he pushed her dress higher up her legs.
"Cassie," he whispered against her mouth.
She tunneled her fingers into his glorious mane of hair, gripped his head and kissed him again. She felt his hands on her knees, her thighs, her hips. He groaned when they slipped into the back of her panties and squeezed her ass.
That wicked mouth moved across her jaw and down her neck, dropping kisses along the way. Cassie threw her head back, silently telling him not to stop. He traveled past her collarbone, down her chest, to the neckline of her dress. Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes while he tugged on the laces holding her dress closed. Once the laces loosened, he lowered his gaze.
"Damn," he said in a raspy voice.