Page 63 of Shadow Hunter

He didn’t care if he was a good man, if he did or didn’t deserve her. He loved her. That was enough, damn it.

Stepping over the threshold, she began to pull the door closed behind her.

He closed the space between them, placing a hand on the door to stop her from closing it.

Tiffany spun around. “Da—”

Lifting her into his arms,he kissed her before she could utter another syllable. Her tongue met his, and they crashed together hard as he held her in his arms. Her hands snaked over his shoulders. Her touch sent pulses of energy through him. She was meant for him. Meant for this.

They both were.

His body stiffened to attention and pushed against her soft stomach as he pressed her against him. Quickly, he slammed the door behind them and pushed her up against the door frame. She gasped as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his hips. He wanted to feel her hot and tight around him. Now and always.

Every day if she’d let him.

He shoved his hips harder against hers, and she let out a small cry. Her lips brushed against his before he pulled his mouth away from hers to trail soft but desperate kisses across her collarbone. A moan escaped her lips. The delicious scent of her warm vanilla and cinnamon-scented skin filled his nose, and she tasted just as sweet.

His Shortcake.

Mine.He grinned.

He kissed her neck one last time before whispering softly against her lips, “You didn’t think I’d let you walk away that easily, did you?” Cupping her cheek with one hand, he captured her lips again.

Several small tears trailed down her cheeks, and he prayed they were happy ones. He pulled away and whispered in her ear again. “Let me make love to you.”

She nodded, and a rush of adrenaline flooded every inch of his body. She giggled softly as he carried her toward the bedroom, and he couldn’t hold back his own grin. A more angelic noise had never graced his ears.

Walking into Tiffany’s bedroom was like stepping back into a dorm. Then again, despite all her maturity, shewasstill a college student. He chuckled as he laid her down on her pale green comforter. From the brightly colored lamp shades lined with small fake crystals to the bookcases stocked with textbooks to the fluffy white carpet beneath his boots, Tiffany’s room shouted her spirit from the hilltops.

Damn.

He was pushing thirty, and here he was with his best friend’s little sister. But at the moment, he couldn’t bring himself to give a damn. He stared down at her. The swell of her breasts lifted with her quick breaths. He ran his hand over the soft curve of her hips, admiring every feminine detail. For someone who tried so hard to appear tough and callous, beneath the surface she was anything but.

And right now, she was staring up at him with her heart on her sleeve.

He’d do his best to deserve it. Be the man she needed him to be.

Without a word, he dragged her dress off over her head, unhooked her bra with one hand and drew the pink tip of one nipple into his mouth. She moaned beneath him as he teased her breasts with his mouth and hands. She rocked her hips against his, eager for him to take her.

He released her from his grasp and stood before her. He shrugged his coat off and threw it onto the nearby desk chair before kicking off his boots. Smiling, she pulled herself up and knelt on the bed in front of him, then toyed with the hem of hisshirt before slowly lifting it over his head. She tossed it to the side and unbuttoned his jeans.

Pausing, she leaned her head back and gazed into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging his middle. “My heroic B.” A small smile crossed her lips. Then she unzipped his pants and thrust them down around his ankles.

He was on top of her within seconds, straining with need as he positioned himself outside her entrance. She was already so wet for him.

She ran her fingers over his naked chest, then wrapped her arms and legs around him. “You have no idea how many times I dreamed of this,” she whispered.

“Me too, Tiffany,” he whispered. “Me too.”

A lump filledTiffany’s throat, and she fought back tears. She hadn’t exaggerated. She’d dreamed of lying beneath B, beneath Damon, countless times. He was even more handsome, even more incredible, than she had imagined. A shiver ran down her spine.

Their first time turned out to be nothing compared to the intimacy she discovered in his touch now. Now, that she knew how much she meant to him. She didn’t wish it any different.

This time there would be no pain, no fear or reluctance.

In one quick push, he penetrated her, her warmth wrapping around him as he slid deep inside. He filled every inch of her, and she cried out. With strong but sensitive movements, he thrust into her, the rhythm sending waves of pleasure through her.

Every nerve, every inch of her skin, was alive and on fire.

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