An Heir for the Billionaire (5 page)

Not sure what to say, Katrina spoke up. "No. Damon just came to town for the reunion."

May's face fell. "Awwww. I always thought you kids were perfect together." She directed her attention to Damon. "Are you with anyone?"

Damon shook his head and grinned. "No, Ma'am."

"Kids? Ex-wife?"

Again, Damon shook his head. "No, Ma'am."

Her face lit up again. "Then you two have a second chance."

Damon looked down at Katrina. Sensing his eyes on her she looked up and caught his gaze, her face reddening. "I think I'd like that Mrs. May," Damon stated.

"Oh, wonderful." She clapped again. "Let me get you two a pizza. Meat right?"

Laughing Damon confirmed with a nod.
How does she remember that?
He mouthed down to Katrina.

She didn't respond, but grinned. It didn't seem to surprise her at all.

Chapter 5

"Oh-my-God, Damon! I'm thinking this was a really bad idea," Katrina groaned out, through chattering teeth. It felt like her spine was going to be pushed up through her mouth as the Ferrari bounced and bumped over the dips of the dirt road leading the to Look-out.

The words had barely gotten out of her mouth when a loud scraping noise sounded from under the car. She grimaced.

Damon laughed. "Don't worry, it's insured."

"I think they have limitations due to reasonable use on that insurance though." They hit another dip, heard another angry grating sound from under the car and Katrina yelped, her head bouncing against the roof of the car.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." She rubbed her head a moment and then gripped the seat, praying for it to end. He reached over and touched her leg, just above the knee and she immediately felt her desire for him flare up.

Just when she thought she couldn't handle another moment of the rough ride, the car reached the summit and drove into the clearing, which overlooked all of Bangor. Katrina let out a sigh of relief falling back into the seat as Damon parked the car and shut off the engine.

He looked over at her giving her a sheepish grin. "Sorry about the rough ride. A Ferrari isn't exactly made for off-roading."

"It's okay. I was considering getting a new spine anyhow." Undoing her seat belt, Karina stretched and wiggled in the seat attempting to work out the kinks the rough ride caused within her.

Chuckling Damon got out of the car and walked around the front of the car. Katrina watched him walking around the car, taking a moment to admire him. He walked with such power and authority; it sent another rush of arousal through her. She squirmed in the seat as the heat between her legs grew more intense.

"Care to join me outside. It's a beautiful night," Damon asked opening her door and offering her his hand. She took his extended hand and as she got out her dress inched its way up her thighs. She noticed his gaze quickly lower to her legs and then just as quickly back up to meet hers.

"I noticed that," Katrina teased pulling at the hem of her skirt as she straightened.

"Noticed what?" He feigned ignorance, but the mischievous gleam in his dark eyes told her that he knew
exactly
what she was referring to.

"Checking out my legs." She stepped out of the way so he could close the car door.

"They're incredible legs."

Katrina laughed, giving her head a shake. "You're not even going to pretend to deny it."

Damon grinned. "Nope."

Taking her hand, he led her over to the old, wooden railing at the edge of the cliff. Side-by-side, they both leaned over it and took in the spectacular sight below them. Millions of lights sparkled below them, lighting up the otherwise dark night sky.

"I'd forgotten how beautiful it was up here," Katrina whispered.

"You haven't been up here lately?"

Katrina shook her head, her blonde hair swaying behind her. "Not for a while."

"Really?"

She tilted her head and looked up at him. "Well, it was our spot. It kinda brings back memories." Her face flushed as she remembered her first time - with him - in his beat up Ford Mustang.

Taking her hand Damon laced his fingers through hers. "What?" His eyes searched hers seeking out the reason for her embarrassment.

The heat in her cheeks deepened. "I was just remembering that old black Mustang you had back then."

Damon threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah that car was so old and beat up it was a damned miracle it worked."

"And remembering what happened in that car..." She was surprised at how vividly she remembered that night. The memories had faded over the years, but Damon being so close brought those memories in eerie detail. "I was so nervous."

His fingers tightened in hers and he closed the short distance between their bodies. "Want to hear a confession?"

Katrina looked up at him, an eyebrow cocked. "Confession?"

"Yeah. I know you thought that I'd had sex before. But I hadn't."

Frowning, Katrina turned to face him, her hip leaning against the railing. "But what about Amber Heiss? I thought..."

Damon shook his head. "No, we never did. People assumed and neither one of us corrected them."

She touched the lapel of his suit jacket, stroking it with her fingertips. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Damon shrugged. "Cause I was the man. I was supposed to be the experienced one."

"We were only sixteen. It wouldn't have mattered..." He'd seemed so sure and secure when they'd been together. The first time had hurt more than she'd anticipated, but she'd later discovered that part of the pain would have been because he'd been much bigger than most men - something she hadn't realized at the tender age of sixteen. But he'd been so gentle. He'd taken his time even though it was painfully evident it was killing him not to take what he'd wanted.

She pressed her palms against his chest; her fingers tracing the contours of muscle under the soft cotton shirt, the muscle flinched under her fingertips. Her eyes lowered and followed the trail of her fingertips. While they were teenagers Damon had been well-built, but she could tell he'd really filled out; his body strong and toned. She was aching to see what the new and improved Damon looked like without his clothing.

Damon slipped a hand into her hair, and raked his fingers through her locks from her scalp to the tip. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, loving the delicious pull of the strands.

"What are you thinking?"

His voice was deep and soft, cutting into her thoughts. She looked up and discovered his lips were a couple of inches from hers. She inhaled deeply and his cologne filled her nostrils. Her need for him was quickly increasing. Normally she wasn't the type of woman who craved a man upon first meeting them. She needed to make an emotional connection, before her body would react in such a way, but this was Damon.
Her
Damon.

The Damon that at one time had promised you forever and then left you, breaking your heart
, the voice in the back of her mind reminded her. She ignored the voice as his lips lowered to hers. Slipping her hands up his chest, she laced her fingers behind his neck and pressed herself against him.

The feel of his warm, rock solid body next to hers felt good - too good. She parted her lips in a soft sigh and he deepened the kiss. Their tongues touched, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through her, causing her to rub against him, her stomach rubbing against the hardening ridge of his shaft.

He shifted his position, pressing her against the railing. The cool wood of the railing pressed into her shoulder blades and lower back, in contrast to the heat of his body. Damon's hands slid down to her ass and he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her tighter to him.

Her tongue duelled with his, fuelling the fire between her legs. Her panties began to dampen as her desire rose, causing her to wiggle against him, attempting to relieve the building pressure.

Keeping his lips to hers, he groaned and then lifted her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and she held tight to him as he turned with her in his arms and carried her over to the car. The skirt of her dress slid up her hips and bunched around her waist. As he set her down onto the hood of the car, the cool metal of the red hood shocked her as it came in contact with her bare thighs and lace covered ass. She squealed, pulling her lips from his and giggling.

Damon pulled back, his dark eyes flaring with hunger.

"The car. It's kinda... Cool."

Damon's gaze lowered and his jaw clenched as he peered upon her black lace panties fully visible to him - an erotic contrast to the candy apple red hood of the car. To her dismay he straightened up and took a step back.

She was about to reach for him, to bring him back down to her. Her body was longing to feel his again and the coolness was irrelevant. Her pussy throbbed, her juices saturating the lace between her legs. Her eyes lowered to the front of his pants and her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon his massive erection. He shrugged off his suit jacket and then reached around her.

"Lift up."

Placing her hands to her sides, she pushed her rear up and he slid his jacket under her bottom. "Are you sure, I'm ummmm...." She chewed at her lower lip. She could only imagine how expensive the jacket was, considering how turned on she was she knew her juices would end up dripping onto it.

He cocked a brow up at her and a grin began to emerge on his lips. He leaned back down, spread her legs and lowered himself over her. He braced a hand on either side of head and caught her eyes. "You're what Kat?" He slid a hand between them and cupped her mound over her panties. "Wet for me?"

She nodded. "Very. And your jacket..."

"Will be fine." He captured her lips with his, as he fingered the lace at the waistband of her panties. His hand slipped lower, under the lace to cup her bare mound. She moaned and bucked against his hand. Her need for a man was becoming more than she'd ever experienced before. Maybe it was because she'd gone so long without being with a man, but she doubted it. She knew it was because it was him. She'd spent so many years re-enacting their previous times together and dreaming of being with him again that her whole body quivered with anticipation.

She closed her eyes and relaxed under him. Sliding her hands down his chest, her fingers found his belt. She quickly undid the belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him. He groaned against her mouth as she thrust her hand under his boxer briefs to grasp his hardened shaft.

"Maybe we should slow this down," He murmured against her lips, as he slipped two fingers between her soft moist folds.

She moaned, a jolt of pleasure flowing through her. "Oh God. Oh Damon." She began to stroke him, swiping off a pearl of cum from the tip of his dick with her thumb. "I've dreamed of you so many times."

"Me too Kat," he groaned, his voice strained as he pulled his lips from hers and began to run a line of kisses down the side of her neck. He stroked her slit a couple of times and then focused on her clit, using his thumb to stroke her swollen nub while he thrust two fingers deep within her making her cry out at the sweet intrusion.

She stroked him harder, faster, as she spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her core. Ripples of pleasure raced down her spine as his fingers worked like magic, stroking her inner wall, in just the right spot to rapidly bring her to the brink.

His cock throbbed in her fist and she could tell he was coming as close as she was to climaxing.

His lips covered hers again, kissing her hard and with the passion of a man of desperation and her lips were his only salvation. His tongue thrust into her mouth, forcing her tongue into submission.

She bucked against his hand, urging his fingers deeper. Her pussy was beginning to throb, she was amazingly close. Seconds away. She became light-headed and cried out against his lips as she was overtaken by the rush of her desire. A flood of her juices greeted his probing fingers and dripped down her ass and onto his jacket.

Damon pulled his lips from hers and gazed into her eyes, the fire and tension in his eyes and expression, blaring. He kept stroking her, building her desire once more and she became swept away in a series of orgasms. Once the final tremor of her series of climaxes passed Damon removed his hand and placed a hand on either side of her head. His eyes grew darker, her desire reflected in them.

"Oh God, please come Damon. Please, come for me." She stroked him harder, faster.

"Stop or I'm going to come Kat," Damon groaned and captured her lips once more as he leaned into her.

His words only spurred her on. She needed to feel his cum, in or on her, she didn't care which as long as he gave in to her. His dick throbbed in her hand, as he prepared to release. Pulling her thin strip of wet lace aside she ran the head of his dick along her warm, moist slit and that became his undoing.

Damon pulled his lips from hers, and groaned low and feral as his cock thickened and a stream of his cum came shooting from the tip coating her mound and lower abdominals. Several more shots of his seed followed the first and the feel of his warm cum, dripping between her folds and covering her mound sent her spiralling over the edge once more.