Chapter 40

Bethany

His hands felt so damn good gripping her tightly as she stood pressed to the front of him. Damn Kendal for setting them up. He had no clue what he'd done. She had worked all week at pulling herself from wanting to fall at his feet like a weak, needy bitch and here he was, in her face, forcing her to beckon to his lust. It was consuming, a fire in the middle of a blizzard. Only a fool would deny the sexy bastard another night trapped beneath him.

"One more night." She lifted up and pressed her lips to his as the liquor warmed her core, adding fuel to the fire he started the minute she was made aware of his presence. They needed so much more than one more night together, but it didn't seem like it was going to happen.

He hated her. He had to. Maybe it was because she had a bit of power over him, or because she'd forced him to consider a normal future with marriage and god-forbid kids, but either way, he hated her. That was the only logical explanation.

"Come on." He gripped her hand and turned, half pulling her out of the bar. It reminded her too much of their night on the dance floor at Masquerade when everything began to spiral out of control.

Him hiring Bridget's sister to Lord over her was the straw that broke the camel’s back. And why the fuck would he hire Philip to join the Zarpeth team? Was he hoping that she would cheat on him and thereby allow him to break things off and get back to his unattached life?

He handed the valet his ticket and turned, pulling her tightly against him as his strong arms wrapped around her. The smell of his cologne left her dizzy.

"I'm going to remind you how good we are together tonight. If you can walk away from me after what I plan to make you feel... well, fuck it. I deserve to lose the best thing in my world." He kissed her several times and licked her lips, leaving her legs weak.

"Don't make this about me leaving, or I'll go home now. You left me the minute we landed in Dallas from our trip to Jamaica." He started to protest, but she pressed her fingers to his lips. "No. I don't want anything from you but your body tonight. That's all I can handle right now."

He nodded and moved her hand slowly before leaning in for another kiss. "Then it's yours."

Warmth spread through her like electricity as he kissed her deeper, forcing her to open up and let him explore her. She groaned and tightened her grip on his shirt, needing more of him and not wanting to wait until they got back to his place.

"Let me get you home." Damon opened her door and helped her in before walking to the other side of the car and getting in. He buckled up and reached for her hand, kissing it a few times before starting the car and pulling out into the darkness of night. "You look so good, Beth. Those jeans fit your ass beautifully, baby."

"Thanks. You look good too." She leaned her seat back a little and let out a shaky sigh. "I don't know about this, Damon. We're so far from where we were just a week ago."

"No more talking about our fucked up situation. Undo your pants and let me touch you."

She turned her head to study him, falling in love all over again, though she hated herself for it. "Let's wait until we-"

"It wasn't a request, Beth. Do what I said, baby." He touched the side of her face and licked his lips. "Let me feel you against my fingers."

She nodded and worked her jeans open before lifting her ass and tugging at them.

"No. Leave them on." He shifted toward her and slid his hand down her stomach before working his way into her panties.

A shiver raced through her, and she moaned loudly, the liquor forcing her to comply much more than she wanted to. His fingers brushed down the top of her sex and worked to spread her lips, teasing and rubbing softly before pressing lower.

"So fucking silky, Beth. Hot and wet just like I like you." He rolled the tip of his finger along her entrance before pressing in a little.

"Shit," she groaned and pressed her hand to his on the outside of her jeans, forcing him to push in farther. Pleasure danced between her thighs as her nipples budded and heart began to race. "Be rough."

"Anything you want, lover." He jerked the car over to the side of the road, pulling his hand from her and put it in park. "God, I love you. I don't care what the fuck is going on with us. I want you so bad."

He moved halfway into her seat, pressing her to the comfortable leather chair and slipped his other hand into her panties, penetrating her and working two of his fingers deep into her as he brushed her hair back and made love to her mouth.

"Harder," she whispered, not quite sure where the need to have such violence in their sex was coming from.

"Mmmhmmm," he grumbled against her neck as he moved down to lick the top of her breasts, his fingers working pure magic against her tight slit.

She arched her back hard as an orgasm burst from her center and dragged her from the edge of depression.

"That's it, baby. Ride it hard. Don't let it go." He kissed her lips softly. "Don't let me go."

"I don't want to." She gripped him tightly as he petted her wetness and brought her down. "I don't want to, but I'm not sure how else to make this work."

"We'll figure it out together." He kissed her again and moved back into his seat. He replaced his hand with the other and rubbed her softly as she closed her eyes and tried hard to simply enjoy the pleasure of having his hands on her.

***

They barely made it into the house before he tore her shirt off of her. She reached for his and returned the favor. Thick muscle shivered under her fingers as she gripped his arms and wrapped her leg over his hip.

"God, you smell so fucking good. Like vanilla and sex." He gripped her other leg and forced her to wrap her legs around him as he walked them toward the bedroom.

The beer and shots from earlier had fully engulfed her to the point of being drunk. She had little inhibition before, and it was much worse with her state of mind. She lowered herself a little and rubbed against the thickness of his erection.

"I want you inside of me." She lifted back up, rubbing her nipples over his hardened skin. "Take my bra off."

"So demanding. I almost like it." He worked her bra off as she kissed and licked at his neck, pressing her teeth into the soft skin below his ear as he growled, "Be careful. You'll mark my skin."

"Good." She pressed her mouth to his ear as she reached between them to slip her fingers into the top of his slacks and tugged on the meaty head of his cock. "You left an ugly mark on me. Seems only fair that I return the favor."

"I'll keep that in mind." He popped her ass and dropped her on the bed. "No putting your teeth near anything that matters too much."

She laughed and stretched out on his bed as a silly smile formed on her lips. "Are we fucking tonight, or are you still waiting for me to need you.” She was throwing punches under the guise of being drunk, but it felt good.

"You already need me. Who else is going to fuck this sexy little body of yours?" He worked her jeans down her legs and snapped her panties off of her as she yelped.

"I can think of lots of guys who would love to try." She laughed loudly as he rolled her over and pulled at the front of her thighs as they pressed to the bed below.

"And they would die." He pulled harder. "Hands and knees. Now."

"I love doggie style. It's so deep." She stretched her hands out and pressed her face to the cold sheets as the room spun. Some part of her consciousness screamed for her to stop. Sleeping with him would only confuse things more. It's what had them in the hot mess they were dealing with in the first place. "We should talk." She hiccupped and laughed again.

"No more talking, baby. Not tonight." He pulled at her thighs and pressed his tongue to her wetness as she groaned loudly and spread her legs farther.

"I love it when you do this." She gripped the sheets as desire for him swelled in her belly. "Touch my ass."

"There's my girl." He licked up the length of her body, taking the time to lavish her ass before pressing his thumb against it. "Fuck yourself, Beth. Take it from me. I'm the only man who's touching your body. Period."

"You're the only one I want." She pressed back against him as she cried out loudly. Nothing felt better than having him against her, taking her in any way he wanted to. Sex was healing, but what if it was all they had? It couldn't be. She loved him, and he'd mentioned earlier that night that he loved her.

She came hard against his tongue, and he lapped at her until she pulled away.

"I want your dick." She gripped the sheets as another wave of white-hot lust ran through her. She'd never been a whore, and yet with the man behind her, something about the part felt fitting. Like it was right to do so with him.

"I know you do, baby." He moved off the bed for a second, keeping his hand on her ass, gripping it tightly. He moved back up and rubbed himself against her entrance as she panted softly and pressed back.

"Not yet, Beth. I wanna toy with you a little." He pressed in and gripped her ass tighter as she yelped in pleasure-pain. "You know you belong to me, right?"

"I know. I hate it, but I know." She pressed back again and sighed in relief as he gave in to her. The thick press of his body into hers was like coming home, like being welcomed into a place that didn't belong to anyone but her.

"So fucking beautiful." He caressed her ass and gripped her hips, rocking forward, massaging her until she shook.

"Slow down. I'm gonna come again." She slid her hands out in front of her, leaving her ass in the air on full display for him like an offer to him alone.

"I want you to come a few more times. You're so sloppy wet down there. I love it." He ran his hands up her back, gripping her sides tightly until he reached her shoulders and pulled, forcing himself the final few inches in.

They moaned in tandem, and she nodded and pressed her teeth into her lip. She was on edge, dangling over the valley of pleasure he offered her.

"I can feel how close you are." He leaned over and pressed his chest to her back. "Hold the sheets and tell me if I hurt you."

She whimpered at the promise of carnality. It's who they were together. If nothing else existed, for tonight, this was enough.

"Take what you want. Brand me," she whispered and arched her back as he gripped one of her breasts and put some of his weight on her back, fucking her hard and fast until they both dove into wicked-hot depravity. It was a place she didn't want to resurface from.

Besides, too much waited for them at the surface.