“No, no. I lost fair and square.” She shucked out of her clothes in record time, aware she stood in her living room, naked, while he loomed over her still dressed.
“Bedroom. Now,” he growled.
She fled.
He followed.
And when he found her, he made good on date number three.
CHAPTER 19
Marlie couldn’t believe he was here. She was naked, her sexy stalker demanding he give her sexual pleasure.
She would have pinched herself to see if she was dreaming, but Damon didn’t give her time to do more than bounce on the bed when he tossed her there.
“Whoa,” she said on a breath, staring up at him as he lost his sweater and the tee-shirt under it. Jeans rode low on his hips, clinging to the sculpted V of his lower abs. The guy had an Adonis belt for real. Not just a large man who intimidated with his size. The guy was seriously built, with the muscle to go with that mouth.
His broad chest, sprinkled with dark hair but not too much, boasted massive pecs and biceps like rocks. Damon had the absolute perfect body. Especially considering she knew what lay between those thick thighs.
“You getting naked?” She might have been embarrassed at how breathless she sounded, but he was sporting a massive hard-on she could see, even behind jeans.
“In a minute. I’m looking my fill.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her.
She had a great body. At least, for a woman who wanted to be good at sports, sink baskets, and sprint up and down a court. Tall and lanky with a B-cup max, Marlie wouldn’t be gracing any VS runways, but she normally felt good about herself.
Under his regard, she felt like a queen. He stared and smiled, so much sexual energy coming from him she wondered if they’d combust when they kissed.
He toed off his shoes and slipped out of his socks. But he left his jeans on.
“Scared?” she taunted as she placed her hands behind her head and spread her legs wider.
He swallowed. “Hell, yeah. You’ll eat me alive if I let you.”
She chuckled. “Damn right.”
“Guess I’d better get on with it then.”
“You’re a looker but not that great at the romance.” She sniffed.
He smirked before joining her on the bed, crawling until he settled over her like a blanket. The feel of his chest brushing her breasts made her want to shoot off the bed.
His eyes narrowed. He didn’t speak. Instead, he lowered his head to kiss her breasts, one then the other. Then he settled his mouth over her nipple and sucked.
She hissed and would have moved her hands to cup his head and keep him there, but grabbed her wrists and held her still while he teased her out of her mind.
“Damon,” she growled, so in lust it wasn’t funny.
She’d never been so hot for a guy before. Anytime she tried to move, he grew heavier against her, his hands holding her firmly.
He pulled away from one nipple to attend the other, licking and teething before sucking her into a near-orgasm.
“Oh yeah. You’re fucking hot, Mad Marlie.” He rasped against her breast before suckling again. Then he moved a hand to slide down her belly while he continued to pin her wrists down.
He finally kissed his way up her body to whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” she whimpered, weak and needy, and so incredibly turned on.
He kissed her, and she did all she could to grind up against him. Then the bastard slid his hand farther down her belly into the heat of her. She bucked against him, but he held her down as he fingerfucked her, in and out, until she wanted to scream, teetering on the verge of climax.
