Damon infiltrated my every sense.

The smell of his skin, sharp and masculine, created a hunger in the pit of my belly that I couldn’t stop.

The feel of his lips devouring mine left me mindless.

The taste of his tongue inside my mouth fed a fire I desperately craved yet had never experienced.

But my head was screaming, NOT HIM.

Not a fighter.

Not a thick-headed thug.

And yet, I wasn’t ready to make him stop.

I was wet, slippery, needy.

Pathetic.

That last word rang through my brain, squashing my arousal. “Damon! No…” I wrenched my mouth away from his, pushing against him and struggling to get out of his arms, desperate words flowing from my lips. “I don’t want to do this with you,” I cried.

My rejection punctured the haze clouding his eyes and he dropped me unceremoniously. His gaze narrowed, taking in how breathless I remained, how flushed my skin was, and his lip curled with derision. “You sure about that, sweetheart? I can smell how wet your pussy is from here.”

I blushed hard but I held my ground. “You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet. You should write for Hallmark.” I wiped his kisses away from my mouth, my heart still thundering. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not interested?”

“Stop looking at me like that, then.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to fucking ignore everything you’re saying and just bend you over this bed.”

Oh God. Was I really sending those signals? The warning tingle in my belly suggested he was right. There was something about being in his arms…felt like…safety.

Which was patently ridiculous.

Safe with Damon?

I’d probably be safer sleeping with Davonte.

But it was more than that.

Damon ignited feelings I didn’t want.

All that hard muscle pressed against me, towering over me, the thought of him being the first to touch me, to break me apart…I suppressed a knowing shudder, afraid he would easily see right through me.

“Just keep your mitts to yourself,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t tremble. “I mean it.”

I expected Damon to rage.

To yell.

To call me names.

I didn’t expect him to smile.

And, oh my God, that smile did things…scary things.

He closed the distance between us with one step.

I sucked in a wild breath as he took hold of my chin, prisoning me in place, forcing me to hold his gaze.

The masculine spice of his skin drugged my senses and my breath became shallow.

“I don’t play games,” he said simply, the warmth of his breath caressing my cheek. “You and I both know I will be the one between those thighs so get right with the idea, princess. It ain’t right, it don’t make sense, but that pussy belongs to me and I will be claiming it. Soon.”

He shocked me with a tender kiss brushed against my parted lips before releasing my chin.

Then he was all business as he headed out the door with terse instructions.

“Lock this door. Open it for no one but me. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

I must’ve been holding my breath for once the door closed with Damon on the other side, I exhaled loudly, still unable to believe what’d just happened between us.

It’d felt more intimate, more scathingly honest than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

He was right — if I wasn’t vigilant, Damon would take my virginity as if it belonged to him.

I closed my eyes, my hand cupping my mound through the rough jean material.

My clit was swollen, aching.

Grinding the heel of my palm against my pubic mound, I gasped as a ripple cascaded through me, sweet, yet still unsatisfying.

Where was he going?

Maybe to cool off?

Maybe to get some other chick to blow him.

Good, I thought against the sudden splash of jealousy that came out of nowhere. Let him get his rocks off elsewhere, then maybe he’ll leave me alone.

I should’ve been relieved.

He was out of my hair, I was safe for the moment, and I could concentrate on my strategy.

But instead…I was chewing on my fingernail, wondering where the hell Damon had gone off to.

Real productive.

I didn’t know this guy. Up until a few days ago, he was nothing to me.

I mean, honestly, how did these sort of things happen?

One minute I was sleeping beside him, a total stranger, and the next, his face was buried between my legs.

Oh Jesus, don’t think of that.

But it was too late.

My brain wasn’t playing fair.

My gray matter seemed soaked in sex juice.

I fell onto the bed, my eyes closed, my knees pressed together.

I won’t touch myself while thinking of him.

But…that mouth.

That tongue.

Those big, fucking hands.

I groaned and shimmied out of my jeans, kicking them off so I could spread my legs wider.

I quickly found the damp curls with my fingers, delved between hot folds and moaned as I rubbed my swollen clit.

My fingers were no substitute for Damon’s mouth.

But I was desperate for release, anything to keep myself from doing something I regretted later.

Sweat beaded my brow as I rubbed harder, sliding my fingers down the sensitive ridge, returning to the swollen nub.

Just as I thought it was going to happen, it didn’t.

Frustration built as my climax slipped away.

I pounded the bed in impotent fury knowing that all I had to do to orgasm was to think of Damon.

Damon doing what he wanted to me.

Damon pressing me into the bed with that hulking body of his…

Damon eating me out like a starving man with his first real meal.

Damon.

Like a magic switch…I was ready again.

Fuck it. It was just in my head. He didn’t have to know.

It felt like a dirty secret, a taboo desire, a shameful need.

And it worked.

Ahhhhhhh, fuck!

I exploded in a wash of color and sensation, every muscle clenching as I stiffened against the painfully beautiful pleasure commandeering my body.

I rocked, my thighs sliding against one another, creating more friction against my pulsing clit.

Ohhhhh damn.

I collapsed, boneless, melting into the bed as I savored every last spasm as they slowly faded into a warm memory.

My arm thrown over my eyes, I let my eyes drag shut. I was so tired.

It was only eight o’clock but I was exhausted.

I climbed into the bed with the last of my energy, snuggled into the comforter and went lights out.

So much for just catching a few winks…