That woman would be the death of me. She raised one eyebrow, mischievous and questioning. Then she practically jumped on me. Her arms were around me, and then her legs were around me, my hands under the curve of her ass to hold her. She looked right at me, not diving in with kisses and nips, but looking right in my eyes.
“Damon,” she said.
“Glad you remember my name, Trix,” I said with a half-smile. It was hard to smile. This felt intense and serious.
“I know who you are,” she said. “I had way more tacos than I had margaritas. I only drank one. I’m not even tipsy.” She was looking me dead in the eyes and that look went straight to my cock.
“Good, because I have a policy about not taking advantage of drunk women.”
“Pro tip: don’t talk about drunk women when you’re wife’s trying to climb your naked body in the hall,” she said.
“Like a tree, huh?” I said archly.
I smirked at her and backed her into the wall, my mouth taking hers, all slow lick and exploring, swallowing her soft moan and pressing her into the wall with my body.
19
Trixie
I tried to be quiet, to sneak in and go to my room in case Damon was already asleep. I never planned to wake him, despite the fact he was on my mind. Going out with the girls had only reinforced how strong my feelings were for him. They were both on board with me telling him the truth, being brave and being honest. I was steeling myself for an awkward breakfast declaration the next morning. I wasn’t ready to be face to-pecs with his naked body that was still hot and wet from the shower. I know I swore under my breath when he bumped into me, solid and sexy. He grabbed my arm so I didn’t fall from the impact of crashing into his big, Marvel hero-style muscular chest. And his towel surrendered. There he was in all his glory. I am not ashamed to say I stepped back to get a better look, to rake my gaze over him like he was the dessert cart and I was on a diet.
Everything about him was gorgeous, lightly tanned, every curve and line and hollow strong and cut. His powerful legs told the story of those early morning runs he took, and his shoulders spoke of pushups and free weights, and so did the sculpted chest and arms. The abs were great, but they were just skimmed over by my gaze as I feasted my lucky eyes on his narrow hips and his long, thick cock, already at half-mast. It was so much bigger than I had remembered, and I remembered it as romance-novel-legendary-sized.
“I’m going to have you tonight,” he growled, his mouth on my neck, hot kisses trailing down my throat.
“Yes,” I said, “definitely.” I nodded my head for emphasis and accidentally hit him in the head with my chin.
“Oof!” he said, sending us both into a fit of laughter.
He maneuvered us into the bedroom, our kisses growing messy and urgent. Damon backed up to the bed and sat down, holding me in his lap, his hands everywhere on my body. He tilted my face up so our lips met, hungry and frantic, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. I didn’t cling or hold on. In fact, I was focused on removing as much of my clothing as possible since he didn’t have any on. I tugged at my cute wrap top that I’d worn to the bar, but kept getting tangled in the string that I needed to untie.
“Here, let me,” he said against my lips. I leaned back a little and he threaded his fingers through the silky ribbon, untying it deftly and parting the crossover front of my top. “There,” he said, and dipped his head to take my nipple in his mouth. I hadn’t worn a bra, partly to be comfortable and partly because I had this fantasy of him stripping my top off and finding me braless. That was a dream that had come true now. I shivered and trembled as I shoved my fingers through his hair and held his face to my breast. He sucked and licked, dragged his teeth along it until my nipple was an aching spike at the tip, my breasts heavy with longing. I wriggled on his lap. His hand in the small of my back brought me flush against him, and I felt his hard cock bob against my bare stomach. I groaned, “God, I want you. I want you inside me, Vance.”
He growled against my breast, nipped me with his teeth, making me arch into him. I ground against his thigh insistently. I felt his lips curve in a smile as I shoved the sleeves off my arms and let my top fall to the floor. I rose up on my knees above him, my breasts in his face, and my hair fell around us. I smiled at him, and he looked up at me with this perfect expression of hot arousal and pure joy.