“I’m not kidding about wanting you back here tonight. In fact, I’d love to come home to this exact picture.”
I smirked. “Well, I can’t make it that easy on you. You have to work for it.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough. See you later, Mav.”
It was still incredibly early, but I couldn’t go back to sleep. My mind was too full of how much everything had changed with Damon. How could he so easily go from irritating the shit out of me to turning me on like no one else?
I gave up on sleep and tugged on last night’s clothes. I drank a cup of coffee since Damon was nice enough to leave it for me, then went next door to get ready for work.
I had a couple of hours to kill, but I headed over to the shop early because I’d rather work than dwell on how much I was losing my mind over a guy.
Two hookups and I was already in too deep. Typical Maverick move. Fall fast, fall hard, then get fucked—and not in the good way.
The Goldenrod Days festival was coming up fast, and the shop was slammed with folks coming in to make their orders. People made flower headbands to wear, adorned floats for a parade, even decorated their dogs’ collars. Granville could be a ridiculous place, but the town always went all-in on events, so it was fun.
Damon texted around lunchtime.
Can’t stop thinking about last night.
My stomach fluttered. Well, at least I wasn’t the only one who seemed addicted already.
Me either.
I’m not sure if you took me seriously this morning. Can we meet up again tonight?
Sure. I’ll order a pizza.
It’s a date.
I frowned slightly. It wasn’t really a date. We’d be staying in again. But he was as desperate for me as I was for him, so I’d take that as a win.
I pushed down the little voice that questioned whether Damon would have said the same thing if I’d suggested going out together. After all, it had been my idea to get a pizza.
Annoyed with my insecurities, I put my phone away and got back to work.
The rest of the week followed about the same. I buried myself in work so I wouldn’t think too much, then met Damon at his place or mine each evening, where we’d scrounge up some dinner and hook up.
He was waiting on the porch Friday when I finally got home. I’d had to stay late to finish up my plans for the festival tomorrow.
“Finally,” he said as I approached, opening his door behind him. “Get your ass in here.”
I laughed. “Sorry. Work has been crazy, so I?—”
He pulled me into a needy kiss. “Tell me later.”
I nodded and fell into his arms like I always did. Damon kicked the door shut behind us, then grabbed my hand and dragged me to his bedroom.
“Dinner?”
“I’ll make a meal of you,” he said, casting a heated look over his shoulder.
My skin prickled. Damon had been taking his explorations further each night. He’d discovered rimming in the shower last night, and he’d damn near given me a stroke.
Even though he’d asked me to fuck him that first night I slept over, he hadn’t asked again. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for me to offer, or if he’d simply moved on to other desires, because he seemed to be obsessed with my ass.
Sure enough, as soon as we got to the bedroom, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it with a groan. “Been thinking about eating your ass all day.”
“Wow. Going straight to it, huh?”
