When Damage began to prowl closer, I quickly got my chair going in reverse. I took it self-defense lessons were done and he had something way more sexual in mind.
I didn’t get far before he stopped me only to yank me straight up into his arms.
“Put me down! You can’t just manhandle me like that!”
“I fucking can to.” He paid me no never mind, wrapping my legs around his lean hips and quickly striding through to the bedroom in the back.
He tossed me onto the mattress, and I bounced once.
I went to smack him just because, except he caught my wrist in a hard grasp, his grin absolutely sinful. “’Cause I think you like me being rough around the edges. And I get off on it too.”
“I still hate you,” I hissed as he backed off.
He stood at the foot of the bed and simply whipped his tank top up and off.
And, look, it wasn’t my fault I was completely dazed by his diabolical smirk and that muscular sweat-slick torso and the abs-for-days and a rapidly growing erection filling the front of his stupid gray sweats.
“Yeah. But I’m still hot, right?” He actually winked at me!
“You’re obnoxious, is what you are. And arrogant, apparently.” With him stalking around the bed—closer, closer—no one could blame me for the breathy quality of my voice.
No one.
Wasting no time tugging my exercise top up over my breasts before flinging it across the room, he came down on top of me.
The heat between our two bodies fired electrical impulses, but I halfheartedly tried to fend him off, beating at his shoulders and turning my face back and forth.
Chuckling, Damage braced up on one arm, his eyes crinkly and yummy. “What are you doin’?”
“I’m gross! I’m stinky and—”
He planted his face right in my cleavage, the beard rasping. “No. You’re not. You’re fuckin’ sexy.”
I gasped, arching, tingles racing outward from his warm lips caressing between my tits, his large hands cupping both mounds. “Oh my god. Are you just gonna motorboat me right here?”
Glancing up at me with his tongue stud clacking—god—he said slyly, “Maybe.”
My breath all but evaporated as Damage cruised back up, my full breasts and flushed nipples crushed by his unyielding chest. He dipped his head to deliver a smoldering, slow, intoxicating kiss.
One after another, changing the angle of his head, making hungry noises in the back of his throat, pierced tongue exploring and spreading ecstasy all through my body.
My pussy got wet so fast, oh-so greedily pressed up against the thick underbelly of his cock.
These kisses, after we’d made it a point to deny ourselves for days, made me weak. Had me whimpering.
I wanted to fight against it. Him. He’d just shown me how to defend myself. I couldn’t.
I grabbed onto those great big shoulders and held on, pushed up for more.
When he broke away to nuzzle my neck, I arched it for him.
“This is so wrong,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Feels exactly right.”
His words were murmured hotly against my skin where he licked and sucked my flesh.
So quickly, pressure and pleasure built inside me like a ticking timebomb.
I grasped him to me, sliding my hands over sleek skin and flexing muscles up into his hair as moans escaped without my permission.
“Can’t believe how much I want you.” He ran the tongue stud all under my chin from one side to the other, and I couldn’t believe my fucking chin was an erogenous zone.
But alarm bells started ringing.
“Damage wait,” I gasped out.
“What?” he mumbled at my ear as he snicked the soft lobe, destroying tiny bits of my brain function.
Then he slathered a hot sloppy scalding trail to my breast just before engulfing a taut nipple in his sexy wet mouth.
Oh my god.
Abort abort!
“Damage! I’m a virgin!”
His head snapped up, gorgeous irises dark and luminous, and braced himself on his fists. “What?”
More quietly—my cheeks on fire—I said, “I’ve never had sex before.”
All at once, the sexy intensity of his expression cleared, and that bastard started grinning at me!
“Why are you grinning, you asshole! It’s mortifying!”
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