Page 63 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
Her caramel eyes shot him a lusty look. “You shouldn’t look at me like that with people around, doc. It’s not exactly on the down-low.”
He shot a glance to where Miguel and Terrance led the horses back to their stalls, oblivious to them a hundred or more yards away. “They’re too far away to see anything.”
But he wasn’t one to take chances… at least not anymore.
Linking their fingers, he dragged her to the front hood of the truck, so the massive machine blocked their view, and pushed her against the cool metal. He swallowed her breathless gasp with a searing kiss, and then she tugged his body closer until the edge of his erection pushed against her stomach.
She smirked. “It can’t be easy pounding posts into the ground when you have that happening behind the scenes.”
“You have no idea how hard it is.” With one hand on her hip, he tugged her leg around his waist with the other, changing the angle until they aligned perfectly.
She giggled, running her hands down his chest until she slipped them beneath his shirt. “Oh, I think I do. As you pointed out once before, I’m a fixer. I like to fix things, and I’d very much like to help you with that little problem.”
He tucked his mouth into the curve of her neck, lips brushing over her ear. “Is that so, little witch?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”
His chuckle turned into a groan as she rolled her hips against his throbbing hard-on.
Miguel’s and Terrance’s voices echoed from across the court,making Damian all too aware where they were. With a heavy, horny sigh, he very reluctantly disengaged his mouth from her body. “As much as I want to take you right here and now, I’m not in the mood for an audience.”
“That means that sometimes you are?” she teased.
He winked, enjoying the way her blush crept from her cheeks and down her neck. “The longer we continue this fuck-buddy program of yours, the more I’m sure we’ll learn about each other’s little quirks and turn-ons. And I have to admit, I really can’t wait to discover yours.”
Her eyes darted nervously away from his, breaking contact.
“Hey.” Catching her chin, he gently eased her attention back to him. “What did I say that sent you running away just now? I was kidding about the audience thing… for the most part.”
“I’m not running. I’m standing in the same spot.”
He frowned. “Rose…”
She sighed, looking pained. “I don’tknowwhat things turn me on… other than a select few.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I may have given you the wrong idea about my sexual dance card with my wholefuck me nowspiel.” Rose nibbled her bottom lip before he saved it with a gentle brush of his thumb. “My experiences could be called lackluster at best. Monotonous at worst. Present orgasm-donor excluded, of course.”
He considered his words carefully, and not like he wanted details, but… “Your ex…”
“Was a narcissist in every way and in every context imaginable. Mr. Wiggles has been my best friend ever since I lost my virginity to David Hahn.”
Damian’s anger dragged his inner demon closer to the surface.
With a firm tug, he pulled her snugly into his raging hard-on. “Well, I can guaran-damn-tee that the only reason you’ll be using Mr. Wiggles while you’re with me is if we want to bring him out ofyour drawer for a little experimenting. It’s now my personal mission to make you come at least twice before I even think about getting my own rocks off… and that’ll happen with your third.”
Her eyebrows lifted, as did her smirking mouth. “Three times? That’s ambitious.”
“Three times is nothing, little witch. More than likely, it’ll be double that amount by the time we’re both unable to keep going. Should I tell Miguel and Terry to take off for the day so I can give you a personal demonstration of my ambition level?”
“While I’m tempted to say yes and take you up on that offer, I have someplace to be and I can’t reschedule.”
“You’re passing up six orgasms for…?”
“Dinner with my sisters, and some long-overdue sister talk… and then there are a few other things I need to do.” Her gaze drifted away again.
He studied her carefully. She wasn’t telling him everything. “You sure that’s all it is?”
