Last Immortal Dragon (Gray Back Bears #6)(27)

“I met Diem and Harper in the kitchen.”

“I knew they weren’t cutting out early on payroll day without a reason. I figured they were off to track you down. Diem was very curious about you.”

“I like them indescribably much. Diem got my number.” She lifted her shoulders to her ears happily. “I’m making friends.”

Damon looked genuinely happy as he gestured her to him. She sidled around the desk and sank into his lap. A giggle escaped her lips as he nipped at her neck, just under her ear.

“I knew you would fit in here. You have a warm personality. You weren’t meant to be alone, Clara.”

“I don’t feel alone anymore.”

“Mmm,” he said, more rumble than word. “Stay with me.” His words came out rushed, and when she tried to ease away from his affection to look him in the eyes, he held her tighter in a hug against him. “Stay with me,” he repeated slower and lower.

“Of course, I will. We’re trying for a baby, remember?”

“No, I mean after that. I had this awful thought yesterday in the shower. I know it’s wrong, but for a split second, I thought, I hope it takes us a long time to get pregnant.”

“Damon, don’t put that into the universe.”

“I know. I know it’s bad. But I know you’ll move to Saratoga with the baby, and I don’t want you to go. I know this is fast, but I don’t want you to leave me. I want to co-parent with you here.”

“Wait, are you asking me to move in?” she asked, shocked to her bones.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I haven’t done this before. I just get this…” Another rattling growl vibrated against her skin, and he crushed her to him harder. “I just get this awful feeling when I think about you living in Saratoga away from me.”

“Who is possessive now?” she teased.

“Me.”

With a frown, she whispered, “Hey.” Cupping his cheeks, she lifted his gaze to hers as she eased back. His eyes were silver where they’d been dark just moments ago. “I’m okay. Nothing’s going to hurt me or take me away. It’s not like with Feyadine, okay?”

Damon searched her eyes, and after a few seconds, the worry that had pooled in his began to fade. He huffed a laugh and rested his forehead against her cheek. “Sorry.”

“Well, don’t apologize, Dangerous Damon. I like my man a little growly and possessive. And if the offer still stands…”

“If it still stands, what?” he asked, his deep timbre hopeful.

“Then yes,” she whispered through a smile. Your mountains already feel like home somehow, anyway. I still don’t want your money, though,” she said, trying her best to look severe and likely failing. “I don’t want to be some kept woman.”

“Does my wealth make you uncomfortable?”

“Hell yes. I’ve never had two dimes to rub together. I bet there isn’t even cheap pesticides on that lettuce on my sandwich. It’ll probably taste weird.”

Damon chuckled against her throat and pressed his lips there, right where her pulse was pounding.

“Also, I’m never going to wear fancy clothes, so don’t even buy them for me. I won’t change. I’m always going to stick out in this fancy mansion like a sore thumb.”

“Mmm, that’s not true, and I don’t want to change you, anyway. I like these cheap, threadbare shorts you wear.” He ran his hand up her thigh. “You look sexy as hell walking around my lair looking comfortable. Besides, you’re much easier to access in these.”

“Our lair now, lover, and I am comfortable. You should try it. I could go to the grocery store in these duds, or I could take a nap in them. The sky’s the limit.”

Damon leaned forward and kissed her with a hint of tongue. Oooh, sexy dragon. His mouth moved against hers as he deepened the kiss, and in a smooth motion, he unfolded from his chair with her in his arms and strode around his desk toward the door. Good, he was going to take her somewhere more private because she definitely didn’t want to get caught banging while Diem and Harper were in the house. But nope, Damon settled her on her feet and pressed her back against the wooden doors as he locked the deadbolt. Okay then, they would have to be quiet.

Damon bit her bottom lip and unsnapped the button of her shorts, then slid her bottoms down to her ankles, panties and all. He dropped to his knees and demanded in a whisper, “Take your shirt off.”

Okie dokie. She yanked her shirt off her head and wiggled out of her bra faster than the snap of a finger, but Damon seemed fine where he was, eye level with her hips. She opened her mouth to ask if something was wrong, but he gripped her legs, leaned forward, and laved his tongue against her sex right at her clit.

“Ooooh,” she groaned. Quiet. She clamped her teeth on her bottom lip to remind her horny noises to stay where they were.

Damon sucked gently on her sensitive nub, then brushed his tongue against her again. Her knees were numbing now, but as if he knew she was about to go down like a sack of stones, he gripped her knees and held her upright. Clara ran her hands through his hair, and the next time he ran his clever tongue over her clit, she gripped his head in a silent plead for more. That satisfied rumble she adored rattled from his chest and filled the room. Quiet, quiet.

Slowly, Damon slipped his tongue inside of her. Clara’s eyes rolled closed at the sparking sensation between her thighs. She rested her head back against the door and sighed out a helpless sound. Over and over he plunged inside of her until pulsing pleasure rocketed through her body. The jingle of Damon’s belt brought on another wave of excitement, and when he bit her inner thighs gently, once on each, and turned her slowly until she faced the door, she knew he wasn’t done with her yet.