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  "Noticed what?" He feigned ignorance, but the mischievous gleam in his dark eyes told her that he knew exactly what she was referring to.

  "Checking out my legs." She stepped out of the way so he could close the car door.

  "They're incredible legs."

  Katrina laughed, giving her head a shake. "You're not even going to pretend to deny it."

  Damon grinned. "Nope."

  Taking her hand, he led her over to the old, wooden railing at the edge of the cliff. Side-by-side, they both leaned over it and took in the spectacular sight below them. Millions of lights sparkled below them, lighting up the otherwise dark night sky.

  "I'd forgotten how beautiful it was up here," Katrina whispered.

  "You haven't been up here lately?"

  Katrina shook her head, her blonde hair swaying behind her. "Not for a while."

  "Really?"

  She tilted her head and looked up at him. "Well, it was our spot. It kinda brings back memories." Her face flushed as she remembered her first time - with him - in his beat up Ford Mustang.

  Taking her hand Damon laced his fingers through hers. "What?" His eyes searched hers seeking out the reason for her embarrassment.

  The heat in her cheeks deepened. "I was just remembering that old black Mustang you had back then."

  Damon threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah that car was so old and beat up it was a damned miracle it worked."

  "And remembering what happened in that car..." She was surprised at how vividly she remembered that night. The memories had faded over the years, but Damon being so close brought those memories in eerie detail. "I was so nervous."

  His fingers tightened in hers and he closed the short distance between their bodies. "Want to hear a confession?"

  Katrina looked up at him, an eyebrow cocked. "Confession?"

  "Yeah. I know you thought that I'd had sex before. But I hadn't."

  Frowning, Katrina turned to face him, her hip leaning against the railing. "But what about Amber Heiss? I thought..."

  Damon shook his head. "No, we never did. People assumed and neither one of us corrected them."

  She touched the lapel of his suit jacket, stroking it with her fingertips. "Why didn't you tell me?"

  Damon shrugged. "Cause I was the man. I was supposed to be the experienced one."

  "We were only sixteen. It wouldn't have mattered..." He'd seemed so sure and secure when they'd been together. The first time had hurt more than she'd anticipated, but she'd later discovered that part of the pain would have been because he'd been much bigger than most men - something she hadn't realized at the tender age of sixteen. But he'd been so gentle. He'd taken his time even though it was painfully evident it was killing him not to take what he'd wanted.

  She pressed her palms against his chest; her fingers tracing the contours of muscle under the soft cotton shirt, the muscle flinched under her fingertips. Her eyes lowered and followed the trail of her fingertips. While they were teenagers Damon had been well-built, but she could tell he'd really filled out; his body strong and toned. She was aching to see what the new and improved Damon looked like without his clothing.

  Damon slipped a hand into her hair, and raked his fingers through her locks from her scalp to the tip. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, loving the delicious pull of the strands.

  "What are you thinking?"

  His voice was deep and soft, cutting into her thoughts. She looked up and discovered his lips were a couple of inches from hers. She inhaled deeply and his cologne filled her nostrils. Her need for him was quickly increasing. Normally she wasn't the type of woman who craved a man upon first meeting them. She needed to make an emotional connection, before her body would react in such a way, but this was Damon. Her Damon.

  The Damon that at one time had promised you forever and then left you, breaking your heart, the voice in the back of her mind reminded her. She ignored the voice as his lips lowered to hers. Slipping her hands up his chest, she laced her fingers behind his neck and pressed herself against him.

  The feel of his warm, rock solid body next to hers felt good - too good. She parted her lips in a soft sigh and he deepened the kiss. Their tongues touched, sending a jolt of electric pleasure through her, causing her to rub against him, her stomach rubbing against the hardening ridge of his shaft.

  He shifted his position, pressing her against the railing. The cool wood of the railing pressed into her shoulder blades and lower back, in contrast to the heat of his body. Damon's hands slid down to her ass and he cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her tighter to him.

  Her tongue duelled with his, fuelling the fire between her legs. Her panties began to dampen as her desire rose, causing her to wiggle against him, attempting to relieve the building pressure.

  Keeping his lips to hers, he groaned and then lifted her up. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and she held tight to him as he turned with her in his arms and carried her over to the car. The skirt of her dress slid up her hips and bunched around her waist. As he set her down onto the hood of the car, the cool metal of the red hood shocked her as it came in contact with her bare thighs and lace covered ass. She squealed, pulling her lips from his and giggling.

  Damon pulled back, his dark eyes flaring with hunger.

  "The car. It's kinda... Cool."

  Damon's gaze lowered and his jaw clenched as he peered upon her black lace panties fully visible to him - an erotic contrast to the candy apple red hood of the car. To her dismay he straightened up and took a step back.

  She was about to reach for him, to bring him back down to her. Her body was longing to feel his again and the coolness was irrelevant. Her pussy throbbed, her juices saturating the lace between her legs. Her eyes lowered to the front of his pants and her breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon his massive erection. He shrugged off his suit jacket and then reached around her.

  "Lift up."

  Placing her hands to her sides, she pushed her rear up and he slid his jacket under her bottom. "Are you sure, I'm ummmm...." She chewed at her lower lip. She could only imagine how expensive the jacket was, considering how turned on she was she knew her juices would end up dripping onto it.

  He cocked a brow up at her and a grin began to emerge on his lips. He leaned back down, spread her legs and lowered himself over her. He braced a hand on either side of head and caught her eyes. "You're what Kat?" He slid a hand between them and cupped her mound over her panties. "Wet for me?"

  She nodded. "Very. And your jacket..."

  "Will be fine." He captured her lips with his, as he fingered the lace at the waistband of her panties. His hand slipped lower, under the lace to cup her bare mound. She moaned and bucked against his hand. Her need for a man was becoming more than she'd ever experienced before. Maybe it was because she'd gone so long without being with a man, but she doubted it. She knew it was because it was him. She'd spent so many years re-enacting their previous times together and dreaming of being with him again that her whole body quivered with anticipation.

  She closed her eyes and relaxed under him. Sliding her hands down his chest, her fingers found his belt. She quickly undid the belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped him. He groaned against her mouth as she thrust her hand under his boxer briefs to grasp his hardened shaft.

  "Maybe we should slow this down," He murmured against her lips, as he slipped two fingers between her soft moist folds.

  She moaned, a jolt of pleasure flowing through her. "Oh God. Oh Damon." She began to stroke him, swiping off a pearl of cum from the tip of his dick with her thumb. "I've dreamed of you so many times."

  "Me too Kat," he groaned, his voice strained as he pulled his lips from hers and began to run a line of kisses down the side of her neck. He stroked her slit a couple of times and then focused on her clit, using his thumb to stroke her swollen nub while he thrust two fingers deep within her making her cry out at the sweet intrusion.

  She stroked him harder, faster, as she sp
read her legs wider, giving him better access to her core. Ripples of pleasure raced down her spine as his fingers worked like magic, stroking her inner wall, in just the right spot to rapidly bring her to the brink.

  His cock throbbed in her fist and she could tell he was coming as close as she was to climaxing.

  His lips covered hers again, kissing her hard and with the passion of a man of desperation and her lips were his only salvation. His tongue thrust into her mouth, forcing her tongue into submission.

  She bucked against his hand, urging his fingers deeper. Her pussy was beginning to throb, she was amazingly close. Seconds away. She became light-headed and cried out against his lips as she was overtaken by the rush of her desire. A flood of her juices greeted his probing fingers and dripped down her ass and onto his jacket.

  Damon pulled his lips from hers and gazed into her eyes, the fire and tension in his eyes and expression, blaring. He kept stroking her, building her desire once more and she became swept away in a series of orgasms. Once the final tremor of her series of climaxes passed Damon removed his hand and placed a hand on either side of her head. His eyes grew darker, her desire reflected in them.

  "Oh God, please come Damon. Please, come for me." She stroked him harder, faster.

  "Stop or I'm going to come Kat," Damon groaned and captured her lips once more as he leaned into her.

  His words only spurred her on. She needed to feel his cum, in or on her, she didn't care which as long as he gave in to her. His dick throbbed in her hand, as he prepared to release. Pulling her thin strip of wet lace aside she ran the head of his dick along her warm, moist slit and that became his undoing.

  Damon pulled his lips from hers, and groaned low and feral as his cock thickened and a stream of his cum came shooting from the tip coating her mound and lower abdominals. Several more shots of his seed followed the first and the feel of his warm cum, dripping between her folds and covering her mound sent her spiralling over the edge once more.

  Damon's body relaxed over hers and she released his shaft to slip her hands around his waist and hold tight to him.

  "Get up!" Damon jumped back out of her embrace and took a couple steps back from her and the car.

  "What?" Still reeling from her several orgasms and dripping with their combined fluids. Katrina sat up, and ran a shaky hand through her blonde locks, trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind as she watched him hurriedly do up his pants.

  "Katrina! Hurry!" Taking her hand he pulled her unceremoniously from the hood of the car and tugged her skirt down. She stumbled against him, due to the combination of her heels sinking into the gravel and her slightly light-headed state.

  A bright light spotlighting them made her realize the reason for his abruptness. A car was approaching and was in the process of stopping behind their car.

  Awwwww shit. Their intimate time together was done. She spun around to see a police car, the driver's side door opening and a tall, thickly build officer stepping out. The headlights of the car blinded her from seeing anything more about him then his silhouette.

  "So what's going on up here?" the officer asked, with a knowing tone in his voice.

  Katrina cringed, feeling like a teenager caught by her parents doing something naughty. She supposed she was, but instead they were adults and it was a cop instead of their parents.

  The officer stepped out of the light and Katrina let out a low sigh. Mark Glover.

  "Hey Mark." Despite her relief, a tinge of embarrassment still lingered.

  "Well, well, well Katrina Alexander. I haven't seen you around in a while." He turned his dark eyes over to Damon and his mouth went slack. "Holy shit! Damon Garratt." He stepped up to Damon and pulled him into a quick embrace. "Been a long time man."

  "Since graduation," Damon confirmed.

  Mark stepped back and gave his head a shake. "I can't believe you're back. For the reunion?"

  Damon and Katrina nodded in unison.

  "I'm in awe with how well you've done man," Mark continued. "I was going to go to the reunion, but we were short staffed tonight."

  Katrina's eyes drifted over to Damon and saw him becoming slightly agitated. He gave Mark a tight smile and nodded. "Yeah. Not bad."

  "Shit man. Not bad!" Mark turned to Katrina and jerked his thumb in Damon's direction. "Did you see the spread they had on him in..." He frowned. "Forbes maybe? Time. Dammit I can't remember. One of those. Read it while I was waiting for my daughter at the dentist office the other day."

  Katrina cocked her head to the side and eyed Damon. His expression became impassive. "Really?"

  "Oh yeah. They had their annual richest people in America list and he's the youngest person to have ever made that list." He looked back at Damon, awe in his expression. "Amazing man. Who'd have known. You were always a smart mother fucker, but..."

  Katrina's mouth dropped open. She had no idea. She knew he'd done well, but to be one of the richest men in America! She was speechless.

  "So are you two..." His grin widened, continuing to address Damon. "Back together?" He shifted his eyes back to Katrina.

  Katrina glanced over at Damon and he caught her gaze.

  "We're reconnecting," Damon offered. The way he said reconnecting sent a shiver through her. She was thankful for the darkness of the night, as she considered all the ways she'd like to reconnect with him, and felt the warmth colouring her cheeks. As the men caught up, in a busy banter she stood back and watched Damon. He was the same Damon, but there was so much more to him that she needed to learn.

  Chapter 6

  "So I was thinking..."

  Katrina glanced over at Damon behind the wheel, brow raised waiting for him to continue.

  "What's the chance of you getting the next week off?"

  Katrina thought about her schedule. She had banquets all next week, every night, Monday to Sunday. "Horrible."

  His face fell. "When do you work next?"

  "Monday night."

  "Can you get people to fill in?"

  Katrina laughed, reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze. "Not if I want to pay the rent this month."

  "What if money wasn't an issue?"

  "But it is."

  "What if it wasn't?" he persisted. "Could you get the week off?"

  The hotel had just hired a group of new servers, so she supposed between Farrah and the new staff she could get the shifts covered. She looked over at him, catching his gaze. She knew what he was getting at. He was offering to pay her bills, but she wasn't sure how she felt about that.

  "I don't want handouts Damon."

  Damon huffed and gave her a look that said, don’t be stupid Katrina.

  "But-"

  "Hey, when we were young, you were fine with me paying for the movie or dinner."

  Katrina laughed. "Yeah, well that was cheap night at the theatre and a trip to McDonalds."

  "Doesn't matter."

  "Sure it does."

  Not replying Damon pulled the car into the parking lot of the hotel and headed for the secure underground parking. He remained silent as he swiped his card into the card reader to raise the garage doors. Once open, he drove in and slipped the car into his assigned parking slot. Turning off the car, he turned to her, his expression serious.

  "I never stopped caring for you Katrina. Even after all these years. Seeing you has reminded me of those feelings and how insane I was to allow my ambition to blind me."

  Katrina opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. In fact, she had no idea how to respond.

  "If you ever loved me then allow me a week. Allow me to try and make it up to you. Maybe I don't deserve a chance to make it up, but I'm asking. I'm a selfish, arrogant prick like that. Give this a chance to see if what we had all those years ago was as real as I remember it to be. As we both thought it was."

  Katrina's eyes caught his and she saw the genuine need and yearning for her in his eyes. It wouldn't hurt right? She sighed. I could just be setting myself up to be hurt again. Could t
his just be history repeating itself?

  Damon touched the side of her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. His touch so light and intimate she closed her eyes and savoured the touch. It was so crazy, but... She slowly opened her eyes to see him still staring, waiting with baited breath for her answer.

  She nodded. "Alright. I'll have my shifts covered and spend the week with you."

  "Thank you Kat," Damon leaned into her and brushed his lips across hers. "Thank you."

  Instead of deepening the kiss, Damon pulled back grinning like a schoolboy that had her grinning back at him. "So, have you ever been to Houston."

  "I thought you said you live in New York?"

  "I do," he confirmed, "But I also have a ranch in Houston."

  "A ranch. With horses and stuff."

  "Uh-huh."

  "I love horses." She could never afford to go out horseback riding often, or get the time off to take an afternoon to go, but when she did she cherished every moment she was able to go.

  "I know."

  "Boy, do you ever know how to woo a girl, Damon Garratt," she teased.

  "Only the ones I feel are worth wooing, Katrina Alexander."

  *****

  "You own this! Oh-my-god, and it even has your name on it!" Katrina squealed. Her blue eyes went wide and an expression of childlike amazement appeared on her face as they approached his private plane - Garratt Enterprises was written across the side.

  "Well my company owns it."

  She rolled her eyes at him. "Semantics."

  As they approached the door on the side opened and steps descended. The pilot stepped into the open doorway and gave them a wave. "Mr. Garratt. Miss Alexander. Good to see you both."

  Damon motioned for Katrina to climb the steps before him, following behind. His eyes glanced down to her round ass in the tight faded blue jeans she was wearing. He resisted the urge to caress her ass. As much as he'd wanted to spend the night with her the previous evening he knew they had to have a serious talk before they became more intimate.

  You need to tell her now, a voice in the back of his head urged. He knew he should, but couldn't get up the nerve - not yet anyhow. It was like if he didn't talk about the cancer then maybe it wouldn't be real. Irrational? Very. But he cringed at the thought of seeing her eyes fill with sympathy and sorrow when he told her. He didn't want to be pitied, or treated differently by her. But, before the chemo treatments began he'd have to tell her. Especially when in the matter of a couple of weeks he'd be bald as a baby's bottom. He'd never shaved his head before and wondered if it would suit him - he hoped so. Chicks dug bald men didn't they?