Page 226 of Screwged for Christmas

“Now I have to,” he drew out huskily. “I can’t leave that beautiful pussy in need.”

He leaned down and the second his lips touched hers, she opened and his tongue slipped in. She tasted the sweetness of her release instantly. Not sweet, but on him, he made everything taste divine.

“This is so much more than just lust.” She gave power to the thoughts running through her mind by voicing them.

Air cut off as if they drew what they needed from one another. He tore away and pressed his forehead to hers. “Yeah, I know lust when I see it and I also know what I see happening between us. You’re right. This is more than simple lust.” He nibbled at her lower lip and sucked the tender flesh between his. “I saw it in your eyes during the whiskey run and this morning while you watched me in the back alley and then we both almost joined the cupcakes on the floor. That’s more than just lust.”

“Abs. I was only looking at your abs this morning. You are the one who got carried away,” she teased.

“Right. Abs. So yes, Miss Kennedy, I do know.”

She wound her fingers through his hair. “What are you going to do about it, boss?”

He slipped a hand down the small of her back and pressed her into his body until they were flush. He hiked her leg around his waist and he rocked powerful hips into her.

Hard. Every inch of him was magnificently hard.

The hem of his shirt hung freely from his jeans and she took the invitation without a second thought.

He sucked air through gritted teeth and the rumbled growl fed through the palms of her hands.

She caressed higher, pulling his shirt up the higher she teased. She bit at the inside of her lip when her fingers found his nipples. Hard, she couldn’t resist using the tips of her nails over the sensitive tips. Not too hard, just enough to have his eyes roll shut and his shaft grow harder between them.

He pressed her hips closer and even through their jeans she could tell the strain of his erection bulged against the zipper.

She flicked his nipples again and shuddered when he rested his forehead in the crook of her shoulder and growled in her ear.

“You’re coming close, angel, to having me between your thighs and there won’t be any way to stop the inevitable.”

“And what is that,” she asked huskily, so caught up in her own sensual game she couldn’t tell who was more turned on.

“If I take your virginity do you think I’m going to let you walk out of here? Stroll back to Texas alone? I claim that pussy, it’s mine and so are you.”

His. She pulled back and tipped her chin up to look at him in the eyes. Penetrating as though he could see into her very soul. He was telling the truth. As if scribbled in black ink over his entire face, she could read it in how his brows pinched together and the creases at the corner of his eyes softened.

His body covered hers and every inhale of air carried the essence of Damon. Intoxicating.

“Just sex. I’m no one’s to claim, Damon. But this between us is real. I don’t think I can go home tomorrow without having you. So what do we do?” She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her chest into his. Delicious pressure from the tight hold he held her in teased her nipples into tighter peaks, and the slightest scrape of lace from her bra jolted her senses.

His eyes grew intense. Twining the long strands of hair at his nape she whispered close to his ear. “Take my virginity as a gift that it is and then let me go. Let’s keep this simple.”

Ivy dragged him down for another kiss and he hauled her closer yet with both his palms on her ass, leaving her legs only one place to go.

Around his waist.

Something so wrong for her shouldn’t feel so damn good. The rough, stiff denim of their jeans barricaded them apart but she could feel his need for her despite the layers of clothing between them. It pulsed, radiated even, and she wanted to find out what his skin would taste like as she kissed his entire body. Took his heavy cock in her mouth and drank his hot come while he watched.

Bells rose up from the silence, and Ivy groaned with frustration. This had to stop happening. Damon pulled back and let her slip down his front. Embarrassed for the second time that day, she buried her face in his shoulder as he cradled her head with his large hand.

Between then she zipped her pants.

“It seems fate is trying to tell us something,” he whispered and maybe he was right.

“Hey, bro, sorry didn’t mean to interrupt your mojo making.”

Fire hotter than Hade’s own blue blazes licked up her cheeks as she turned to greet the newcomers.

Whoa. She blinked several times but it didn’t help.

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