But now she wasn't just thinking about last night either, she was also thinking about tonight.
It had been her idea to have dinner first. Lucy had expected her to just go straight up to his hotel again and take it from there, but Abbey wanted to see Damien before they got down to business. She needed to know more about the man she'd slept with. Call her old fashioned—and Lucy had—but she liked to at least have one normal conversation with the men she took to bed. This time, the conversation had waited till later, but it had still been necessary as far as Abbey was concerned.
Besides, she couldn't wait until ten o'clock. She thought that the sooner she saw him, the sooner the agony of waiting would be over. But it wasn't. The agony was still there, even now as she tried to keep pace with his quick, long stride down Collins Street to the hotel.
That's why she'd put her foot to the bulge in his trousers—the agony had become too much. That was the only way she could explain her behavior tonight. She'd never done anything so daring, so brazen, in her life. She wondered what would have happened if Tarken hadn't shown up. Could she have made Damien go all the way?
The thought sent a sudden surge of power through her that instantly dampened her. She couldn't wait to get upstairs.
The doorman nodded to Damien as he tugged her gently but firmly alongside him. He definitely seemed eager to get to his room. Abbey smiled to herself. Good. It was ten o'clock, and Lucy would be ready with the camera.
Damien fumbled the key in the keyhole. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly turned and kissed her roughly. His breathing came in ragged gasps.
"Abbey," he said, looking at her. His eyes were dark and hooded. His hand flew around her waist and he pulled her to him. She could feel the bulge in his pants and she deliberately rubbed herself against it as she kissed him full on the lips. He kissed her back, urgently, before drawing himself away.
"I apologize in advance," he whispered hoarsely.
"Apologize? What for—?"
Damien had the door open and was tugging her through after him, roughly. Suddenly she knew. And liked it. Wanted it.
The door slammed shut and he pushed her back against it. He kissed her and she clawed at his shirt, popping two buttons as she tore if off him, revealing his bare chest. She sunk her teeth into a nipple and he growled, throwing his head back.
Damien's hands roamed across her thighs, pushing her skirt up and over her hips. His long fingers went behind her and cupped her bu**ocks. He massaged the flesh and plucked at the thong as his mouth sank into her throat. He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him, her back still against the door.
Abbey gasped when he kissed her ni**les through her bra. He'd managed to get her top over her br**sts, and she felt a hand reach up and unhook her bra. It fell away and he suckled the flesh, licking at the ripe buds, nibbling until they were raw and ready.
She fumbled with his trousers and finally unzipped the fly. She reached in and grabbed his erection, releasing it from its tight prison. He gasped, then his sucking became urgent as she wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft. His entire body quivered.
Damien seemed to lose control then. He tore at her panties, ripping the thong in two and throwing the pieces to the floor. He pressed her into the door as she guided him into her sleek wetness.
He felt thick and hot as he slammed into her, deep, filling her. His thrusts were urgent, almost desperate, as he hammered her to the door. Abbey bit back a cry as she rode him until the familiar tingling waves engulfed her, sending her body into spasms. Then Damien shuddered beneath her thighs and let out a long, low groan as he threw his head back and spurted into her.
They stood like that for a long moment—Abbey against the door, her legs around Damien's waist. His head was buried in the hair at her shoulder. She could feel his hot breath, hear it change from heavy and rough to controlled. Slowly, he pulled away and let her down gently.
"Sorry," he mumbled, suddenly coloring. "I should've had more restraint. I don't usually—"
Abbey, still trying to catch her breath, placed a finger to his lips. "Shhh. Don't apologize. It was fantastic. I like it when you lose control like that."
He turned away. "I don't. It's not dignified."
She laughed. "Neither is having sex with a virtual stranger." She caught Damien's face in hers and forced him to look at her. "Just enjoy it, as Lucy would say."
"Who's Lucy?"
Abbey plucked at Damien's lips with her own. "A friend." She nibbled his mouth, tasting, sucking, then, as his hands came up to catch her face, she delved and let her tongue go where it wanted to go. He kissed her back, hard and heavy. He felt good. Damn good.
"Ready for round two?" she whispered against his lips.
Damien smiled. "You're game."
She had to be, Abbey thought. There was a wall between them and the lounge room. There's no way Lucy would have caught any of that on film. Just as well. She didn't particularly want her best friend watching her in the act. Besides, gentle, sensuous lovemaking after that hard and fast effort was just what she needed. And wanted.
Damien picked her up and carried her into the lounge. He placed her on the couch and she sat up, kissing him. They were both still more or less clothed although disheveled. Abbey reached up and removed his shirt, sighing as she took in his masculinity. He had the body of an Adonis—hard, lean and muscular in all the right places.
"You must work out," she said, tracing a finger along the muscles of chest and shoulder.
"Sometimes," he said through kisses. He sat back on the couch and lifted her top. Her bra had already come off, so her br**sts spilled out. He took one in his mouth. Then stopped.
"Oh Hell," he said.
"What's the matter?"
"We didn't use a condom."
"I've taken precaution, so you don't have to worry about that."
He nodded. "I don't know if it helps, but I'm clean."
She nodded. "So am I."
That seemed to be enough for him. He returned to his task of suckling, the issue already forgotten.
Abbey glanced at the window. The curtains were open. Lucy would be able to see everything. But suddenly it didn't matter. Lucy had seen her br**sts before at the gym although not with a man on the end of them. And no one else was going to see the photos except for Damien's wife.
His wife.
A faceless woman floated through Abbey's thoughts and she closed her eyes. She clenched hard as something tore at her gut. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to feel guilty.