Page 14 of Claimed By the Hitchhiker

When I step inside, I see her on the bed, watching TV and in nothing but my t-shirt. Her toned legs stop me in my tracks, and I have to shove my hands in my pockets to keep myself from reaching out and running my hands and tongue along her curves and dips. Damn. It’s getting more and more difficult to restrain the animal who wants to devour her.

And I’m getting dangerously close to acting on my thoughts. Especially after getting a taste, I crave for more. The way her folds part around my tongue? I can only imagine just how it’s gonna feel for my dick.

“You talked to him?” Her voice snaps me out of it, and thankfully, she doesn’t notice the bulge in my pants. The very obvious bulge.

“Yes. He knows about it, actually. But no one ever gave him the exact location.”

“Is it possible Father paid him?”

“I doubt that. He transferred there only four months ago, and if there’s anything you need to know about Chief, it’s that he’s as straight as an arrow. Between the two of us, we’ve investigated dozens of corrupt officials, most of them found guilty.”

“Okay.”

“I also looked at the Jeep for any tracking devices. None.”

“Maybe he didn’t expect one of his girls to steal it.”

“Maybe.”

Our eyes meet, and the air between us crackles. When she came apart in my arms earlier, it felt glorious. I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since. But as much as I want to bury myself to the hilt inside her, I don’t want to rush her until she’s ready.

And by the time I make her mine, fully mine, I’ll serve her paradise on a fucking silver platter.

I told her I was married to my job, and that was true.

Until her.

Until those baby blues stared into me and held me captive.

When all this is over, I’ll help her move on and we can start our new life together. Because in less than 24 hours, I went from finding her beautiful to doing whatever I could to help her and destroying anyone who wants to hurt her.

I’m gonna take care of those pieces of shit even if I have to break their necks with my bare hands.

Protecting her and keeping her safe are my priorities, but this. Her spread out on the bed with nothing but her panties, her nipples turning into tight peaks, pushing against the cotton fabric of my shirt.

I lost control more than once today, but I want her badly, desire smashing into me over and over again. My stomach shudders, and I’m so hard to the point of pain. I don’t know who owns this body anymore—me or her.

Dani peers at me from under her lashes until they stop on the thick tent in my pants. I let her look her fill, but when she licks her lips, that almost pushes me to the edge.

Her chest heaves with each inhalation, neck and chest flushing. God, she’s a vision. Everything about her just seems unreal, like I’m dreaming and about to wake up any minute now.

I stalk toward her and stop just in front, raking my eyes up and down her body. My girl can wear a sack and she’ll look like a fucking queen in it. My queen.

Hunching my shoulders, I curl my hands under her knees and pull her to the foot of the bed. I raise her left leg and graze her smooth skin with my lips, running it along her inner calf and thigh, smirking when she gasps and squirms.

“Do you like this, baby?”

She writhes against the sheets. “Yes. I-I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.”

“If you met me under different circumstances, would you have let me touch you like this?”

“Yes! Yes, Damien. I would have launched myself to you the second I saw you.”

If there’s anything about my girl, it’s that she’s so fucking responsive. I can even smell her arousal and see a wet spot in her panties, and it’s turning me feral.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, feeling myself grow bigger when her eyes glaze over just watching my body. Fuck, yes. Stare to your heart’s content, baby girl, because it’s all yours.

Lowering my face to hers, I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and she moans into my mouth, a sound that goes straight to my cock, making it twitch. I cup the back of her head and slant my mouth, so I get that perfect angle to tangle my tongue with hers.

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