Deceive (Book 1 in the Deceive series) Read Online Free

again, in all its elegance and beauty, and say honestly, “It’s absolutely breathtaking, but it’s very upper west side when I’m more of a SoHo kinda gal.”
    He tilts his head back and laughs and the sound echoes through the massive room. “Thank you for your candid assessment of the décor. But I was asking about the wine.”
    I smile sheepishly. “The wine is superb.”
    “I think so, too,” he says taking another drink. I match him and this time, when I remove the glass from my lips, a small dribble falls from my mouth. He catches it with his thumb, his skin lingering on mine just long enough for the electric sensation to shoot through my body.
    He licks the wine from his finger and says, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
    I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until this very moment. “What, exactly have you been wanting?”
    “To find an excuse to touch your perfect mouth.
    I swallow hard. My cheeks flush from the alcohol, or maybe from the way he’s looking at me.
    “You don’t need an excuse.”
    Damon takes a step closer and I know he’s going to reach out for me. That thought makes me tremble. His fingers slide along the side of mine as he takes my wine glass from my hands. He places it gently on the bar, setting his own down beside it.
    My breath quickens as he closes the space between us with one final step. Carefully, his hand glides up my arm and my lashes fall instinctively as his fingers release an electric current that flows the length of my body. He palms my chin as his long fingers grip behind my neck. I tilt my head into him just as his other hand cups my jaw and he holds me in place, his mouth so close to mine.
    “It’s okay,” he whispers and the rush of air from his words tickle my lips. At first, I don’t know why he’s saying this, but then I realize I haven’t stopped shaking since the moment he set down my glass. I open my eyes and the same fear and hesitation that’s inside me is in his. He holds his gaze on me as firmly as his hands hold my face, searching me in a way no man has done before. He wants to see inside me.
    “Who hurt you?” he asks softly.
    I tilt my head down, but raise my eyes to his.
    “Who hurt you? ” I ask in return.
    He cocks his head to the side as a small, gentle grin slides across his beautiful lips. “Okay,” he agrees. “No sad stories.”
    Lowering his head to mine, his lips softly brush against me and I can taste the wine and remnants of his martini on his mouth. I am quivering when he pulls back, instantly missing his warm breath on my skin. I rise up on my tip toes to close the space between us and press my lips back to his. His mouth opens, fully receiving me, tasting my tongue with his as his hands tighten around my jaw and pull me even closer. My arms wrap around his back, and I grab a fistful of his shirt. He responds just as I want, his kiss deepening, his tongue thrusting hungrily against mine. I pull at his shirt, tearing it from the waistband of his pants and press my fingers into his back. He moans into my mouth and pushes his hard groin against me, slowly grinding his hips into mine. I sigh against his lips, the space between my upper thighs moistening at the pressure of his cock against me. His tongue trails my jaw to the hollow at the base of my neck. When he speaks, my skin tingles as his lips graze against me.
    “I wasn’t exactly truthful with you,” he says.
    “Hmm?” I murmur, my head tilting to the side as his lips sweep up and down my throat.
    He pulls back just enough to look at me. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
    I lick my lips, wanting so badly to taste him. He slams his mouth back against mine and my hands can’t undo the buttons of his shirt fast enough. I push it off his broad shoulders, blindly mesmerized by the strength of his muscles against my fingers. I glide my hand down the taut ridges of his stomach and reach for the belt I desperately need to remove from