Kim Morrison knows she has a few indulgences that cause tongues to wag, with her fondness for sexy 5” stiletto heels, wine, loud music, and hot guys—not in that order.
She loves the single life. Monogamous relationships and happily ever after fairy tales belong in exactly that…fairy tales. Kim once made the mistake of falling in love, and she doesn’t plan on repeating it. But a girl’s gotta have male company and can’t rely solely on toys.
Millionaire land developer, Damon Black, arrives in Beechfield with one purpose. Revenge. From the moment he sees Kim, the woman who betrayed him, he is engulfed by memories he thought were long buried.
Determined to get vengeance, Damon sets on a course of destruction. As the passion re-ignites between them, Kim is convinced she can enjoy the mind-blowing sex without getting emotionally involved this time.
But when the past collides with the present, Damon must re-evaluate everything. Will his hate cost him his love?
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Damon heard her sharp intake of breath. Glancing sideways, he watched as her cheeks reddened.
“I did not straddle you on your bike in a skirt,” she hissed.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. Liar.
“One time, and I didn’t expect you to pick me up on your bike.” Kim crossed her arms and the movement pushed her luscious breasts upward, exposing her creamy cleavage. Damon forced his eyes back to the road and cursed inwardly as his dick twitched in his pants.
Which it had been doing all night every time he looked at her, inhaled her scent, or even sensed her near. And now it was hard as rock as he recalled picking Kim up at the country club. She wore a short dress with a flared skirt and when she got on his bike, and pressed her body against his, he trailed his hands up the naked length of her legs, his cock straining against his jeans. He drove to his house as fast as he could, her dress blowing in the wind and her laugher in his ears.
It had been a warm summer night and Damon had ached for her, which wasn’t unusual. He seemed to be in a constant state of arousal when Kim was near, his hunger for her nonstop. He picked her up and carried her into his place as soon as they got there. Her eyes had sparkled playfully as he kicked open the front door with his boot. They barely made it in the house when he ripped her panties off, undid the zipper of his jeans, and sank into her sweet pussy. She called out his name, arching her back and wrapping her legs snug around him, gripping his cock in her tightness until they both came. Thank God while he lived with his uncle that he had his own apartment above the garage.
“Where do you live?” he practically barked, trying to force the memory to the back of his mind. He knew exactly where her house was but he didn’t want Kim knowing about the in depth investigation he’d done.
“Turn left on Bayfield and then it’s your third right on Cedar street.”
They rode in silence as Damon concentrated on thinking straight and not letting Kim’s beauty distract him.
He had to be in control—always.
Yes, he was planning to ignite the passion between them, which was already smoldering. But this time he’d be the one to take what he wanted.
Revenge. Bittersweet revenge was why he was here. After what she and her family had done to him and his uncle, the idea of giving them a dose of their own medicine was the only thing that drove him sometimes. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. After a few years as his success grew, he began to slowly formulate his plan and now, he was ready to put it into action.
He pulled into her driveway, turned off the engine and got out. Kim exited at the same time.
“Thank you for the ride,” she said stiffly and walked to her front door, digging out her keys. He noted the way her hands shook as she tried to put the key in the lock. When it didn’t go in, she fumbled for a different one on her key ring and then dropped them. She uttered a small curse and Damon strode over, picking up the keys from the ground.
“Here.” He inserted one into the lock and then opened the door.
“Thanks,” she said again and moved inside, removing her keys as she passed and turning to close the door but Damon had stepped inside behind her.
“Um, thank you for the ride, but if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take some aspirin and go to bed,” she said, trying to usher him out.
Damon’s eyes raked over her and his cock swelled again, especially when she talked about going to bed. Did she still sleep naked? The cool sheets draped around her bronzed skin.
Her blue eyes shone back at him as she waited for him to turn and leave. Shit! She was beautiful. The blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin were the stuff most guys fantasized about but when you added her killer body with legs that went for miles, it was hard not to imagine her naked, writhing beneath him in ecstasy while he fucked her.
Damon took a step forward, closing the distance between them and Kim’s eyes widened, her mouth parted slightly as she watched him warily. He closed the door and reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. He held back a satisfied smile when her body shivered at his touch.
“W–what are you doing?”
Damon leaned closer, trailing his finger down her cheek. He breathed in her scent, the floral perfume filling his nostrils. Her eyes were glassy and her breathing uneven as she swayed ever so slightly toward him.
If he leaned forward just a bit more, he’d taste the sweet nectar of her lips. His entire body tensed with need. Gone were all thoughts of revenge. His pulse raced. Her lips parted in invitation.
With a groan, Damon cupped her neck and his mouth descended over hers. Her lips were soft and full under his. Kim tilted her head up with a moan and his tongue snaked into her mouth. He savored the sweetness of berries from the wine she drank earlier. Damon deepened the kiss, his hunger growing.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body, until she was plastered against him. Her small hands went up his neck and into his hair as their tongues danced.