An Heir for the Billionaire (17 page)

His eyes were so intense and so sincere that it made her eyes tear up. Releasing one of her hands he wiped the tears away as they ran down her cheeks. "Baby, I'm going to get through this.
We're
going to make it through. Now that I've found you again there's no way in hell I'll leave you so soon.
No
way. We're going to grow old and grey together, no matter what it takes. I promise you Kat."

The tears began to flow freely and a confused Elvis stepped back as she threw herself into his arms and buried her face into his neck. "I can't bear the thought you losing you Damon. I can't. It's too soon. It's not fair. I won't let you go, I won't!"

Damon pulled her tight, placing a kiss at her temple, attempting to soothe her. "I'm not going anywhere sweetie. Nowhere. I mean what I said. We're going to beat this and we'll be spending the next fifty years fighting, and making love and creating babies. There's going to be years of good and bad and everything in between and we're going to be going through it together."

The Elvis minister clearing his throat made them realize where they were and what they needed to do. Elvis had the weddings set up with twenty minutes in-between each ceremony and they were holding up the line of couples in the waiting room.

She pulled away from him, not even wanting to think about how her make-up looked.

He kissed her softly on the lips and pulled up. "Let's finish getting married so we can start the honeymoon."

"We're getting ahead of ourselves here," Elvis interrupted, "The kissing comes after the rings."

Katrina grinned. "Sorry."

Chapter 15

"I'm perfectly fine of walking Damon," Katrina protested as Damon swiped their room key into the reader and when the green light and beep signalled, opened the door.

"I know you could, but I'm not going to let you." Without waiting for another protest, Damon scooped her up into his arms. Katrina giggled and slipped her arms around his neck, holding tight to him

Despite the grace and ease that he picked her up she noticed him wince as he carried her over the threshold.
Men, why can't they just admit when they need to be taken care of!
While he never spoke of whether the incision still hurt, she noticed that from time to time, like when she'd nudged him before realizing he'd had an operation, he'd wince or flinch, so it was always at the back of her mind.

"Holy shit, this is amazing!"
I seem to be saying that a lot lately
, she mused with a grin as she excitedly looked around the room as Damon kicked the door closed with his heel and proceeded to carry her through the suite, heading for the bedroom.

The suite was mostly black and white and modern and chic in design, nicer than most peoples' condos back in Bangor. Hell, nicer than any of their condos even! It was the type of room you expect to see celebrities staying in. She wondered briefly if anyone famous had stayed in the room before them, but her ponderings were short-lived as Damon reached the massive King sized, four poster bed and placed her onto it.

He leaned over her, kissing her lightly. "So are you happy with how we went about this?"

"It was perfect." It couldn't have been more perfect in her mind. It was exactly how she'd envisioned it when they were younger. It was beautiful in all its cliché brilliance.

He straightened back up and undid his tie. "We can have the huge, extravagant wedding later on if you like."

Katrina huffed. "So we can invite a bunch of people were barely know or like? The only people I'd even be interested in coming was Farrah and my parents. And considering at the current moment my parents aren't exactly on great terms, it seems unnecessary." She crawled to her knees and poofed out the skirt of the dress then proceeded to remove her veil. "Besides, I have the stunning dress. Beautiful rings. And the most amazing man I've ever met or dreamed of meeting. I even have wedding photo key chains to celebrate the event. What more could a girl ask for?"

Shrugging off his tuxedo jacket Damon nodded, a grin spreading across his lips. "Good point. It is all about the dress... and the key chains."

He caressed her cheek, his expression becoming serious. "In all seriousness... Are you okay, Kat?"

Closing her eyes, she took a moment to savour the feel of his hand touching her so tenderly. "I'm okay. I had a little meltdown at the church, but I'm okay now. Chalk it up to wedding stress, that's all."

She opened her eyes, took his hand in hers and kissed it. "Now, no more sappy talk, otherwise I'll be spending our wedding night crying and not performing my wifely duties."

"Oh, yeah, we don't want to distract you from your duties. My apologies." He took a step back eyeing her intently, as he kicked off his shoes.

She felt a shiver run through her at the feral intensity of his gaze and the apex between her legs became instantly wet, beginning to saturate her white lace panties in anticipation of him. She swept her tongue along her lower lip as she motioned for him to come closer as she crawled to the edge of the bed.

He obliged, stepping up to the bed and peering down at her. Katrina undid both of his cuff links, and then reaching up, she began to undo the black pearl buttons on his white dress shirt. As the material parted she began to kiss her way down the exposed flesh.

Damon slipped a hand into her hair and stroked her long locks. The pull of her hair felt divine sending sweet shivers through her, intensifying the throbbing that was beginning between her legs.

"You're body is... It's amazing, Damon. Amazing." She reached the last button and pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. Straightening back up, she slid her hands up his chest, and slipped the shirt from his shoulders. Damon remained still, his fingers slipping through her hair as she fingered the lines of his muscle in his chest and then his abdominals. Her eyes shifted to the scar at his side and she gently fingered it, not allowing herself to dwell on the reason behind it. She kissed his lean stomach and then glanced up at him, catching her lower lip between her teeth as their eyes locked.

Damon leaned down and ghosted his lips across hers. "Turn around honey."

Trying not to get caught up in her skirt she turned on the bed and pulled her hair to the side. Damon slowly tugged down the zipper on the back of her bodice. The fabric slowly fell away from her naked breasts. She lifted her arms over her head and he pulled the dress up and over her head. For a moment she was blinded by white satin as it moved up and over her body and then off, leaving her in only the jewellery set he'd bought her, garter, white nylons, lace panties and white strappy heels.

Damon's lips skirted her shoulder and he nipped at her neck, just below her earlobe. She sighed, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.

"Give me a minute. Don't move." He kissed her neck a second time and stepped back from her.

"Okay," she sighed. Behind her came the rustling of satin and lace as he presumably put away her gown. Her nipples began to tighten due to the combination of the coolness of the room and her increasing arousal. His footsteps came towards her, from behind and with each step the tension and need within her increased.

His arms snaked around her chest and he cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. Short jolts of pleasure and pain rushed through her as he teased her nipples. "I think you're getting ahead of me honey." His voice flowed through her like liquid fire, fuelling her desire.

"Good thing we have all night."

"Ummmm. We do." He fingered her diamond necklace, as he nuzzled the back of her neck. "I think we'll leave this on."

"Whatever you want." She reached up behind her and laced her fingers, behind his neck. Her back arched and breasts jutted forward as she leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

Capturing her chin in his hand he urged her face upwards, lowering his lips to meet hers. Her lips parted, inviting him in and she sighed against his mouth as their tongues touched. As their tongues duelled, another jolt of pleasure and anticipation rushed through her and she gyrated against his hard chest and stomach, the wetness between her legs increasing.

His hand on her breast lowered, slowly sliding down her stomach to slip under her panties and to cup her wet mound.

"Oh Damon," she moaned, tearing her lips from his as she bucked against his hand, silently praying his fingers would part her wet folds and thrust deep within her.

"What honey? Tell me," he demanded.

Her body trembled against him. "I want you."

"How?"

She smiled and moaned as he slipped a finger between her folds, found her swollen clit and began to stroke her. She bucked against his hand and moaned a little louder. "I... I don't care. Any way!"

"Nope baby. You're going to have to tell me." His eyes gleamed with his desire and her pussy throbbed for him in response. No man had ever looked at her with such intense need and lust. Even when they were young and horny he hadn't looked at her so intensely.

She groaned inwardly. Damn him for being so cruel. Sex talk was hardly her strong suit. "You're being cruel," she protested.

He brushed his lips across hers and pulled back, pulled his hand from her mound and stepped back. She nearly went toppling backwards off of the bed because of the loss of his strong frame behind her.

"Damon!" She turned around so she was facing him and judging from the expression on his face, he wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily.

"So?" A sexy grin touched his lips and he cocked a brow up at her. "What do you want Kat."

She licked her lips as her eyes lowered to the front of his pants. His shaft was fully erect pressing against the cotton trousers. Damn him.

"You don't have to be shy with me. You know that."

She froze for a moment, unsure how to proceed. This was foreign to her. Seeing the look of determination in his eyes she knew he wasn't about to budge on what he wanted.
No wonder he does so well in business
, she mused.

"Alright." She leaned back onto the bed, bracing her elbows behind her, thrusting her breasts forward, spread her legs and pulled her knees up so he could get a good view of her soaked panties. "Come here."

His grin widened as he did as told.

"On your knees."

Damon dropped to his knees, so his upper torso was situated between her legs, his mouth little more than a foot from the apex between her legs.

"You forgot my garter earlier," She chided.

He gave his head a little shake, clucking his tongue off of the roof of his mouth. "Indeed I did."

"Remove it."

Grabbing the garter he was about to jerk it down when she stopped him.

"No."

"Huh."

"Not like that."

Damon frowned. "Then how?"

"With your teeth." She was beginning to get into this. She felt oddly powerful; the feeling of control was exhilarating, fuelling her desire.

His frown evaporated and the hint of a grin pulled at the corners of his lips as he leaned over her and his lips brushed across her lower stomach, just above her panties before lowered to her left thigh. He caught the white frilly lace between his teeth and jerked it downwards. She wasn't sure if it was more arousing or amusing as he pulled and tugged - hands free - attempting to remove the garter. Once the garter reached her ankle, he straightened and pulled it all the way off, tossing it to the floor.

"Alright. Now remove my shoes."

Her shoes were removed quickly and as he reached to unhook the top of her nylons from her garter, Katrina stopped him. "Did I tell you to do that?"

Damon chuckled. "No, Mrs. Garratt."

"Oh, I like how you say that."
Mrs. Garratt
, God she loved being called that. She'd imagined being called Mrs Garratt countless times when they were young. She'd even scribbled it on her notebook, as young girls do, just to see how it would look. Katrina Garratt. Yes, she liked it.
It
fit.
They
fit.

He stood and leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers. The smell of his aftershave drifted to her nose, enticing her to move closer. "Mrs. Garratt," he whispered against her ear. She shivered and let her head fall back, her golden hair cascading down her back and puddling on the blanket.

His lips kissed their way along her jaw to her neck. She moaned softly as his lips moved down her neck, sending wave upon wave of anticipation through her. She spread her legs further apart, attempting to relieve some of the tension.

"I don't think I said you could do that," she murmured as his lips worked their way across her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts.

"Nope. You didn't. I'm winging it." His mouth swept over her left breast and then her right, capturing the tight bud between his teeth. A jolt of pleasure raced through her and she cried out, the throbbing between her pussy increasing.

"Damon. Please. Oh my God, I need you."

"Uh-huh," he murmured as he swirled his tongue around her second nipple, before sucking it into his mouth. The coil of desire tightened within her, his teasing was both wonderful and frustrating.