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quickly as possible.
     
    He patted her shoulder with the hand that stretched around her, “It’s okay.  I’ve seen sex scenes before.”
     
    She giggled, “I-I-I… just… well, you know…”
     
    His hand stopped patting her, but did not leave her shoulder.  It was settled comfortably there, and it seemed to radiate heat down through her body and into the core of her being.  She could not remember the last time she enjoyed a man’s touch, let alone welcomed more.
     
    The scene on the television combined with the warmth from his touch seemed to be putting Victoria’s body into overdrive.  She suddenly sprung up from the couch, leaving Damian startled and tense.
     
    “Want some lemonade?”
     
    “Wait.  What?  Huh?”
     
    “Want some lemonade?” she repeated.
     
    “Oh, sure.”  Damian blinked in confusion as he watched the curve of her ass sway into the kitchen.
     
    The sudden twitching beneath the fly of his jeans was becoming uncomfortable and he quickly adjusted himself before she returned.  It turned out that his efforts were pointless since he got an eyeful as she bent over the coffee table to set down the pitcher and the cups.  Still in the bent position, she looked up and caught his eyes scrutinizing her generous cleavage.
     
    His eyes darted from her full breasts to the sex scene on television and back again.  She held her position and waited for him to decide.  His blue eyes appeared deep grey when he finally looked up at her face.
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Victoria met Damian’s blue-eyed stare with her own green eyes.  Despite everything she had been through and all the stories she had heard about him, she was not afraid.  She was ready for someone to see her and appreciate her, and he seemed to be doing both.
     
    The characters on the television behind her moaned exaggeratedly, and she watched as the combination of stimulation made the fly of his jeans stiffen.
     
    “Damian?” she asked quietly.
     
    “Yes Victoria?” his voice was raspy with desire.
     
    In one surprisingly smooth motion, she climbed over the coffee table as he reached for her.  Her arms twined around his neck and he easily picked her up by the waist until they were face to face.
     
    His instinct was to devour her mouth with his own, but he gently brushed her lips with his, taking care around the sore spot.  She gasped softly at the gentleness but was completely overtaken when he raked his teeth along her uninjured jawline.
     
    As much as he wanted to plunder her mouth, he took out his need on her sensitive throat and delicate neck.  He tasted her skin and let his teeth play along the pulse in her neck.  She moaned softly and let him have his way.
     
    Still entwined, he stepped backwards until he felt the couch hit the back of his legs and he sat down suddenly, taking her with him.  She spread her legs so that she knelt straddling his lap, and let his tongue dance over her collarbone.  His mouth tickled its way back to her ear and she squirmed against him as he nipped that sensitive spot just behind.
     
    He groaned as she ground down against him, unable to stop his cock from reaching for her.  It stiffened under the fly of his jeans, and pressed upwards against her.  He dug his fingertips into her ass and held her down against himself, letting their mutual need throb.  She raked her fingers through his dark wavy hair and gripped his neck tightly.
     
    “Victoria…” he groaned deeply.
     
    “Yes, Damian, yes,” she murmured in reply.
     
    He raked his nails up her stomach, taking her tee shirt up as well.  Her full ripe breasts bounced free, and he groaned again as he scratched them with his stubbled cheeks.  She clenched his neck tightly, holding his face to her while she rotated her hips against his swelling cock.  His mouth darted from one nipple to the other, teasing and flicking.  He pulled one taut peak into his mouth and sucked firmly, feeling her arch into his tease.  He rolled