“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he says, his voice husky and filled with lust.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
I’ve never been touched here before by a man; and if it feels this good already, I can only imagine what’s going to come next.
His finger dips under my panties and rubs my clit. His touch sends a jolt of electricity ricocheting through my entire body, and I jump in surprise. His deep, dark chuckle behind me has goosebumps breaking out all over my flesh.
Wrapping his free arm around my waist, he holds me in place against his chest as he begins to finger me right there in the middle of the parking garage.
The garage is brightly lit, and anyone could walk by and see what we’re doing. Hell, there are probably security guards watching us right now from any one of the numerous security cameras in the ceiling.
But something about the notion of getting caught or being watched has me growing even hotter and practically burning up inside.
His talented fingers know just where to touch me, how hard, how soft, as if he’s always known, as if we’ve been lovers for years.
“Damon!” I gasp when he stops suddenly, leaving me reeling on the cusp of an orgasm.
“Tell me what you want, Victoria. I want to hear the words coming from your filthy mouth.”
His dirty talk sends a thrill through me. “Please!” I beg.
“Tell me,” he demands, his fingers strumming me once more like I’m an instrument only he knows how to play.
My knees almost buckle from the sensation. “Please make me come,” I plead.
His mouth is at my ear as he tells me, “Good girl.” Pressing his hard cock against my ass, he fingers me quickly. “Come for me, Victoria,” he demands. His words have me spiraling over the edge as blinding pleasure tears through me.
I cry out his name and probably some other things that don’t even make sense as I ride out wave after wave of my orgasm, soaking his fingers until I’m a trembling mess in his arms.
Damon holds me upright closely against him until I come down from the high and can stand on my own. Turning me in his arms, his green eyes practically eating me alive, he tells me, “You’re beautiful when you fall apart.”
I expect him to kiss me then…or maybe force me on my knees right here in the parking garage…
But instead, he simply steps back and says, “I should probably get you home.”
Confused and still trying to get my bearings, I slowly climb in the car and watch him shut my door before rounding the front of the SUV and getting in on the driver’s side.
The ride back to my place is quiet, and my self-doubt begins rearing its ugly head time and time again as I try to think back to something,anythingI did wrong.
By the time he pulls back in front of my building, I’m a jumbled mess of nerves. “Damon,” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.
He leans over the console, his lips merely inches from mine, and I desperately ache to close the gap between us. But instead, he kisses my cheek, sweetly, innocently. “Victoria, I had a really nice time with you tonight.” Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, he tells me, “I’d love to take you out again.”
“You would?” I ask, internally flinching after I hear the words being said out loud. I sound desperate and needy, but I can’t help myself. I had an amazing time tonight with Damon, and I don’t want this to end anytime soon.
“Of course,” he says with that sexy signature smirk of his.
He leans back in his seat and climbs out. After opening the door for me, I slip out, put on my coat, and he walks me to the front door. Once inside, Damon takes my hand, kisses the back of it before saying goodnight.
I watch him like a lovestruck teenager go back to his vehicle and pull away from the curb.
Letting out a sigh, I touch the locket under my dress. I never thought I’d give my heart to another after Arlo died, but I feel like I’m already on a slippery slope towards falling for Damon after just one date.
CHAPTER 12
DAMON
ON THE DRIVE home, I can’t help but feel a twang of guilt for deceiving Victoria. She thinks she’s dating Prince Charming when, in all reality, I’m actually a dark knight.
