There was no saving me now.
“Put your hand on me. Grab my boob, squeeze my nipple.”
He moved under my shirt and grabbed my right breast and squeezed as he pulled the other between his teeth through the fabric.
He inserted a third finger and pleasure rippled inside me, so intense I felt my pussy clench as an orgasm ripped through me.
“Yes… Damien… Yes!”
As I came down, I slumped against him, even more exhausted than I’d been before. Damien peppered light kisses against the side of my head.
Leaning away from him, I watched as he pulled his fingers from me and placed them in his mouth, sucking my cum off with a wide grin. “This will have to tide me over until dessert.”
God. Fucking. Dammit.
Why was everything he did so damn erotic? My body was coming down from an orgasm, and I was already ready for more.
Warmth rose in my cheeks, and I tried to move off his lap, but he grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me instead. “That was amazing,” he said against my lips. “I love giving you pleasure.”
And I loved receiving it from him.
He stood, adjusting his erection that looked painfully hard and slid his feet into his sandals. Holding his hand out, he said, “I need my shirt.”
“No way, you’re not getting this back. It’s mine now.”
“Is this how it’s going to be? You stealing my clothes?”
I didn’t miss the grin that creeped onto his lips. I lifted the hem of the shirt, just a little. “Probably, but if you must havethisshirt, I can grab another… although… I could always go shirtless if you prefer. It’s acceptable to walk around in a bra in LA, right? Fashionable, even.”
“Hell no. Cover that sinfully sexy body of yours.” He laughed again, and I’d never tire of hearing that sound. “That’s not something I ever thought I’d say.”
“That I have a sinfully sexy body?”
Damien leaned in, putting his forehead against mine. “No, that I’d tell you to cover up. I want everyone around to know that you are mine and I’m the one putting that beautiful smile on your face, but that doesn’t mean I want to share everythingthat belongs to me. So sit your ass down and don’t you dare put anything else on. I’ll grab the pizza.”
Planting a quick kiss on my forehead, he pulled a shirt from his duffel and walked out the door.
He left me frozen in place while an inferno overheated me from the inside out.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cadence
When Damien walked back into the hotel room carrying a pizza box that smelled like absolute heaven, his sex appeal rose at least another hundred points.
He set the box on the desk by the door and pulled a soda and a bottle of water from under his arm. “You like Dr. Pepper, right?”
I could have married him at that moment.
Orgasms, pizza, and Dr. Pepper… What more could a girl ask for?
He slid off his sandals and brought our food to the bed, and sat, crisscrossing his legs. He efficiently opened the box, and the intoxicating aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and peppers filled the air.
My stomach growled as Damien handed me my soda. “I’m so hungry.”
And not just for food.
“All those orgasms will do that to you.”
