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She d yet to feel what most women her age experience. She d yet to have a man sink deep inside
her, making her body come undone.
For years she d listened to her sister speak of the different men who panted at her doorstep. Sandy
had told her, in explicit detail, what it felt like to have a man worship her body. Sierra had been
repulsed at first by her sister s casual attitude about sex, but for the last few years, that repulsion had
turned into slight jealousy.
Sierra just wanted to feel anything other than insecurity, fear or anxiety. She wanted to experience
deep, all-consuming passion.
She glanced at the hotel employee as he opened her door, her thoughts interrupted. She may want to
feel desire, but she d never act on it. She was too well trained to ever let herself go like that.
Almost desolately, she thanked the man taking the keys, and silently followed Damien inside the
luxurious lobby of their hotel.
When they entered the elevator, some of her earlier irritation returned, and she resolved to finish
their show-down. She was bound and determined to get back to the States and spend quality time with
her best friend.
She wasn t taking no for an answer.
Chapter Eleven
Damien and Sierra entered their suite and he immediately moved toward the small kitchen area,
flicking on the coffee pot. It was already set up, so all he had to do was push a button to get the dark
liquid brewing.
His cell phone rang as he was turning over one of the cups. He looked down, sighing before hitting
a button and speaking into the small device. He paced away from her, she assumed, for privacy.
Sierra figured she had time. It looked like he was in for the evening, so she could surely convince
him the best course of action was for him to stay and finish his business, and for her to head home.
I have to go out, Damien said, startling Sierra with the irritation in his voice.
What? We have to talk, she said, not even trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.
A friend s in town who I haven t seen in a while.
Sierra looked at him in surprise, noting a tiny bit of jealousy trying to creep inside her. It didn t
matter if he went out every night of the week so long as she wasn t stuck in the dang hotel room.
She sent him a glare, irritated even more by the insolent way he was leaning against the counter. It
seemed he really didn t care about her opinion, like his time was the only thing of value.
She was bound and determined to get her say, even if she had to pin him down to do it.
Damien grabbed his coffee cup then moved out of the kitchen area, leaving Sierra no choice but to
either stand there with her mouth gaping, or run after him. She was getting tired of chasing him.
He stepped into his large hotel bedroom and she paused in the doorway, her stomach once again
tightening. It felt wrong to follow him in there, like she d be crossing a taboo line inviting
something she truly wasn t ready to give.
We can talk later, Sierra. I need to shower and change, Damien said as he began removing his
shirt.
Sierra was grateful his impressive back was to her, because her eyes drank in the sight of all that
golden flesh, his muscles tightening with the upward movement of pulling the shirt over his head. His
arms flexed, making those strange sensations start emerging in her core. She forgot how to speak,
suddenly feeling paralyzed completely rooted to the spot.
His hands reached down to his pants, the sound of his zipper falling echoing in the otherwise silent
room. Sierra really hoped her quickened breathing wasn t as loud as she thought it was, because she
could feel herself panting as she drank him in.
As her eyes studied his body, she suddenly realized she was now looking at his stomach, not his
toned back. Her eyes quickly darted up, colliding with Damien s.
His mouth twisted in the most seductive smile she d ever seen a man use before, and she felt her
knee s shake. With momentous effort, she tore her gaze away from his, took a few shaky steps to his
bed and plopped down on the end of it. She felt like she d just run a marathon, the way her breathing
was ragged, sweat was beading on her brow, and her stomach was churning.
Without saying anything, he moved his long, elegant fingers to the top of his hips and gripped the
fabric of his trousers, then slowly started sliding the pants down, taking his underwear with him.
When she realized he had zero qualms about stripping naked in front of her, she managed to rip her
gaze away, taking a sudden and fascinated interest in his bedside lamp.
Enjoying the view, Sierra? he asked, his voice cascading over her like a cool waterfall on a hot
day. She felt her face heat with embarrassment; mortified he found her awkwardness with the
situation so shocking.
She really wished she could just turn, look at him from head to toe with a dismissive glance, and
come up with a great retort.
While she was still trying to think of a witty response, she heard the shower start, and she quickly
looked over to the spot he d been a moment before. She turned and saw the bathroom door open, and
steam starting to softly drift through it.
She was running out of time.
If he thought she d go away because she was embarrassed or nervous, then he had another thing
coming. For the first time in her life, she wanted something badly enough to not worry about the
consequences of asking for it.
So what if he was naked in there, probably using those strong fingers to rub soap across that
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