Lynn LaFleur's Summer Heat story

It’s day 10 of my Summer Heat event, and I think we’ve had some great guests so far. Isn’t this eReader promising to be full of lots of yummy reads?
Today’s guest, and story contribution, is from Lynn LaFluer. This lady’s been around for a while- and by that I mean she’s penned a lot of great stoires for you to check out. *g* One of her most recent is Perfect Pleasure, her contribution today. Check it out!
Lust grabs Damien Beauvais the first time he sees Cassie Reid standing on the beach. He hasn’t reacted so strongly to a woman in three years, not since the incident that changed his life.
From the moment Cassie meets Damien in his aunt’s bakery, fantasies of the two of them naked fill her mind. When a romantic dinner produces a sexy kiss but nothing more, Cassie seeks help from the local witch.
A love potion slipped into Damien’s drink leads to the most perfect pleasure Cassie has ever experienced. A relationship can’t be built on a lie, yet if she tells Damien the truth about the potion, she could lose the only man she’s ever truly loved.
Excerpt:
Cassie knew the potion wouldn’t work. It had been stupid of her to pour it into Damien’s tea in hopes that he’d fall for her. Magic and love potions didn’t exist. How pathetic of her to try it. She blamed her stupidity on loneliness and her yearning to share her life with someone.
Curling up in the corner of the couch, she opened her book and settled in to read for the rest of the evening. She read two pages before her doorbell rang. How odd. She wasn’t expecting any company.
Cassie laid the book on the end table and walked to the back door. It shocked her when she opened it and saw the object of her thoughts standing on the other side. “Damien.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Of course.”
She stepped aside so he could enter. His face looked flushed, his hair windblown as if he’d ridden his motorcycle without his helmet. “Is something wrong?”
“No. Yes.” Blowing out a breath, he ran one hand through his hair. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Butterflies took off in her stomach at his confession. Before she jumped to any conclusions, she asked, “Is that a bad thing?”
“In a way.” He took a step closer to her. Now she could see the heat in his eyes. It sent a shiver of awareness down her spine. “Cassie, I haven’t made love with a woman since Marva died.”
She suspected intimacy with a woman hadn’t happened very often for Damien, but never in three years? “No one?”
Damien shook his head. “I haven’t wanted to be with anyone.” He ran one fingertip down her cheek. “Until you.”
With some men, it could’ve been a line to get her into bed. Cassie didn’t believe that about Damien. He had no reason to lie to her. She’d shown him Sunday how much she wanted to be with him.
Perhaps she hadn’t shown him enough.
Cradling his face in her hands, she rose onto her bare tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. He seemed to freeze a moment before he clasped her waist, tugged her closer to him. A loud groan came from his throat. He tilted his head, deepened the kiss. One arm snaked around her waist, drew her right up to his body. The hard bulge behind his fly pressed against her lower belly.
He kissed her as if he was starved for her taste. His mouth slanted left, right, left again. The thought flew through Cassie’s mind that she should tell him she’d put a love potion in his drink. Then his tongue swiped across her lips and she lost any ability to think. She could only feel.
He backed her up to the door, lifted her arms over her head. His body touched hers from chests to thighs. She whimpered when he ground his cock into her mound.
It had been months since she’d felt that fascinating hardness deep inside her pussy. In a moment of weakness and loneliness, she’d had a one-night stand seven months ago with a handsome tourist. The sex had been good, but left her feeling guilty the next day. He’d made no promises to call her or see her again, and that suited her fine. She’d wanted to forget the incident as soon as possible.
She didn’t want to forget one moment with Damien.
Cassie could taste a hint of wine on Damien’s breath. She wondered if his lack of control came from too much alcohol.
Or the potion.
She gulped in oxygen when his kisses moved down her neck. “Damien?”
He responded with a low grunt and a nip to the pulse in her throat. She arched her hips to bring her clit into closer contact with his shaft. With him pressing her to the door and holding her hands above her head, she could do nothing but accept whatever he did. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing if she didn’t suspect something drove him besides desire. “Damien,” she said, stronger this time.
He lifted his head, stared into her eyes. His heavy breathing mashed his chest against her breasts with every inhale. “What?”
“Are you drunk?”
“No. I had one glass of wine.” His gaze dipped to her lips, her breasts, then back to her eyes. “I know exactly what I’m doing. And unless you say no, I’m not stopping until my cock is buried deep inside you.”