Page 54 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
Damian chuckled. “I’ll try not to take offense.”
She grinned as she abandoned his belt loops to run her palms over the soft cotton of his shirt. “That time with you—while extremely entertaining—only lasted about what? Five minutes?”
“It was a bit longer than that,” Damian grumbled, his affront making her chuckle.
“My point is that I need fun in my life, doc. Naked, orgasmic fun with a living, breathing person. And I’d very much like you to be the O-donor if you’re up for it.”
Cupping her cheek, Damian tilted her face toward his as he leaned in, stopping with their mouths less than an inch apart. “The smart thing to do would be to take you home before anything happens.”
“Probably.” She brushed her lips over his as she spoke. “But I hope you take me to that comfortable-looking bed instead. Or right here against the wall. Right now, I’m not too particular as long as it involves you taking me. Did I mention it’s been a while?”
Damian cursed right before taking Rose’s mouth in a scorchingly hot kiss that instantly melted her insides.
Like,not a high enough SPF factor in the worldtype of scorch.
Gently fisting his hand in her hair, he held her mouth to his as if she’d even think about pulling away. Not even. And to let him know, everything he gave to her, she gave right back, shoving his shirt up with her free hand in her quest for skin-on-skin contact.
They pulled apart long enough to rip the offending shirt over his head, and then hers. Next to go were her jeans, leaving her standing there in a lacy thong and a see-through balconette bra.
Thank you, Harper Jacobs…
Damian leaned back, drinking in the sight of her, and groaned before taking a cloth-covered nipple into his mouth.
Panting with need, Rose unzipped his pants and instantly cameinto contact with the hot, hard length of his cock. She stroked him, feeling heady on power when he sucked in a sharp breath. “You go commando, doc? I didn’t pin you as the type.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a laundry day.” He gave her a coy smirk. “And now I’m really glad I waited to do it.”
She chuckled. “Me, too. But I feel like we’re still both pretty overdressed.”
“Maybe we should do something about that.”
They worked in tandem to push his jeans down and off. The second he chucked them away, he reached up and cupped her breasts.
“Enough foreplay,” Rose panted, dropping her voice into what she hoped was a sexy purr. “Let’s get on with the main event.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” With a sharp yank, he snapped her bra, her breasts instantly spilling free. Next to go was her thong. And then palming her rear end, Damian guided her legs around his waist. The friction of his erection against her clit pulled groans from both their throats.
“Fuck…” Damian sent a longing look to his jeans a few feet away. “Condom.”
“Spell.” Rose’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her body even closer, locking her legs tighter around him. “Magical protection. I’m good for another six months.”
He arched an eyebrow. “There’s a spell for that?”
“There’s a spell for everything.” Rose dragged Damian’s mouth back to hers. “Now prove to me I don’t need something with batteries.”
“Definitely don’t need batteries…” Damian slowly slid his thickness through her dampness. With a slight pause at her entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit… once… twice.
“Damian… please, fuck me.”
“With pleasure.” With a low growl and one more glide through her folds, Damian slammed into her with one deliciously hard thrust.
The force pushed her body up the wall, and she cried out, savoringthe stretch. Larger than she remembered, he filled every inch of her as their bodies moved in sync, each breath stumbling into another until they couldn’t go any harder while standing up.
Rose squirmed closer, practically mewling.
“What do you need, little witch?” Damian slid his mouth against the curve of her neck, kissing and nipping his way along her sensitive flesh as he pounded into her. He cupped a breast and rubbed her pebbled nipple with his thumb, making it even harder. “Tell me what you need and I’d be more than happy to give it to you.”
“More.” Arching her body closer to his, she speared her fingers into his hair. “I need more… of everything.”
