She’d had amazing sex in a dark bathhouse, of all places. And a very short time after that, she found herself stretched out on Damon’s narrow bunk. Bathed in the glow of a small desk lamp, she trembled in anticipation as he nibbled and kissed every inch of her. He was exceptionally good at that. His attention to detail on the construction site carried over into his lovemaking, and she was the happy recipient of his thoroughness. He found the sensitive spot on the inside of her elbow, and taught her that even the spaces between her fingers were erogenous zones. She had a pretty fair idea what his ultimate plan was for this kiss-fest, but she didn’t know how he’d accomplish it in such cramped quarters. No way could he prop himself between her thighs and be comfortable. Most of him would be hanging off the end of the bunk. As it turned out, he had an alternate plan. Dropping to his knees beside the bed, he settled her crossways on the mattress with her feet on the floor.
