The rough glide of his fingertips sliding over my flesh, the soft press of his lips, the light pressure of his teeth.
And all of it is good.
Is great.
Is fuckingincredible.
And then it gets even more incredible.
Becausethenmy orgasm is rolling through me.
Not in a rush or in a tsunami of sensation threatening to drag me under.
But almost gentle, as though I’m dipping my toes into the surf and it’s slowly washing up and over me.
And when I come down, it’s to see him kneeling between my legs, smirking like he’s just flown to the moon and back.
Or maybeIhave.
Because that orgasm…
Holy hell.
“If I didn’t feel so good right now,” I say lazily, “I’d kick your ass for that smile.”
His grin widens.
Then he asks,
“Want me to make you smile again?”
TWENTY
Damon
Nowshe’sthe one who’s smiling.
“You up to the challenge, hot shot?” she murmurs.
All the blood in my body—or what little is left—rushes straight for my cock.
I’m up to flying to the fucking moon and back, if she only asks.
Thankfully, in this case, the only thing she requires of me is for me to, “Get naked.”
I don’t even realize I’m moving before I’m on my feet and undressing. I love that her eyes are fucking greedy as hell as I tug off my shirt, greedier still when I reach for the button on my pants.
“This okay?” I ask before I undo it.
Because I have to.
Because I haven’t seen any hint of fear but…
I have to make sure.
She sits up, emerald eyes warm, as though sensing my innerbattle, and then she extends her hand. “Come here,” she whispers.
There’s no way I can resist that.
