“Home,” I grunt from the sting of her slap.
“Are we going to your home or mine?” I don’t need to see her face to know that she’s smiling in celebration of her victory. This is what she wanted. I knew it the moment she approached me at the first bar.
“We’re going to my house.”
“Why?”
I come to a stop beside my truck and lower her to her feet. As soon as she’s on the ground, I pin her against the side of my truck with my body. The soft gasp that passes her lips is exactly what I want to hear.
Gianna tilts her head back until her eyes meet mine, and I see the desire swirling in her eyes. I’m sure it matches my own.
“Because I need to fuck you again,” I whisper, my voice rough. “I'm done pretending I don't. We both know I want you.”
Her tongue darts out to drag across her full bottom lip. My next exhale is shaky as she arches her back, pressing her body more firmly against mine.
“It took you long enough,” she pants, and my restraint snaps.
My mouth crashes to hers, and we groan in unison at the contact. Wasting no time, my hands are in her hair, forcing her head to the side so I can deepen our kiss. She grinds her body against mine, needing to feel me as much as I need to feel her.
She tastes like Jameson and sweetness and everything I’ve been missing for months. I groan into the kiss, wanting her to know exactly how she affects me.
I break the kiss before I get too carried away. If I don’t stop now, I’ll fuck her in my truck. She deserves to be worshipped, and I can’t do that properly in such a small space.
“Get in the truck, Chaos,” I rasp against her lips before I move to open the door for her. “I need you.”
Thankfully, she moves without me having to say another word. As I round the truck, I adjust my straining erection in my pants.
It takes every bit of my restraint not to pull her to me the instant I’m in the driver’s seat. I want her in my house, in my bed, writhing underneath me. This time will be different.
Unlike last time, I’ll be there when she wakes up, and I’ll make her come over and over again before I make her breakfast.
Six
Gianna
The sexual tension in Daemon’s truck the entire drive to his house was so potent that I could barely breathe. Walking into his house, we don’t even make it past the entryway before he’s pulling me to him.
Daemon's mouth is on mine as the door closes behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. His hands slide under my dress, gripping my ass and lifting me like I weigh nothing. A second later, my back hits the wall and I gasp against his lips. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, needing him as close to me as possible.
“Fuck,” he growls into the kiss. The single word dripping with desire. “I've been thinking about this for months.”
“No more thinking,” I breathe, tugging at his shirt. “I’ve wanted you this entire time, so do something about it.”
He supports my weight by pressing my hips harder into the wall with his own as he pulls back just enough to yank his shirt over his head. I get my first real look at all of him in proper lighting since that night in the cabin.
His body is insane. I reach for him, feeling all his hard muscles and broad shoulders. A few scars pepper across his chest and abs. There's a tattoo on the left side of his ribs of script, but I can’t read it clearly from here.
As I move my fingers over his skin, I feel the way his muscles flex under my touch. He’s just as affected by me. Every time he touched me tonight, my skin heated in the wake of his hands.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, and there's that hint of amusement in his voice. His eyes don’t share the same laughter. They are dark and full of all his desire for me, and I find them intoxicating.
“You already know that I do.” Leaning forward, I bite his shoulder just hard enough to make him hiss. “Are you going to take my dress off, or am I going to have to rip it off myself?”
A dark chuckle leaves him at my teasing, but then, he is carrying me further into the house. We pass a lavish kitchen with dark accents and stainless steel appliances. He walks us into a living room with floor to ceiling windows and an electric fireplace that brings back memories of our first night together.
He sets me down on the plush rug in front of it before he walks away from me. Before I have time to protest his retreat, I watch him turn on the fireplace, and the room fills with its soft light as it comes to life.
As the warmth fills the room, I relax into the rug beneath me, taking in the soft feel of it. Then, he’s hovering over me, eyes scouring every inch of my body.
