Not Your Ex's Hexes (Supernatural Singles, #2)(46)

Her gaze dipped to his mouth, her vivid caramel eyes twinkling with flecks of auburn gold. “Shouldn’t that be my decision to make?”

Sexual tension blanketed the room until it was damn near difficult to breathe. Hers. His.

It was suddenly difficult to remember why he didn’t do repeats. All he recalled was how he’d been unable to evict her from his mind since their one and only night together. Hell, it wasn’t even a night. It was barely an hour in the back room of a bar during her sister’s Bonding Announcement Party.

“I should take you home,” Damian said, his voice gruff.

Neither of them moved.

“And if I don’t want to?” Rose’s fingers hooked his belt loops and eased him closer.

That’s all it took for his remaining control to deteriorate. One step at a time, he backed her up until her shoulder blades met the wall. She peered at him through her thick lashes, her rosy mouth lifting into a satisfied smirk.

“You should want to, little witch,” Damian announced, damn near purring. “If you knew what was good for you, you’d run fast and far, and wouldn’t once look back.”

“Didn’t I mention that I’m on a hiatus from doing things I should do?” Rose asked, her voice breathless and sexy as hell. “Right now, I’m focusing on things I want to do … and right now, Damian Adams, I want to do you.”





11





O-Donors


Did those words come out of her mouth? Under normal circumstances—and less than a few weeks ago—Rose never thought she’d hear those words uttered from her lips. Harper’s? Definitely? But the former Prima Apparent who’d been trained to be prim, proper, and polite except when the need called for it?

Nope.

She wasn’t the only one momentarily shocked by the admission. Damian’s mouth dropped slightly before twitching into a crooked half-smirk. The sight of it was so rare it nearly set her panties on fire right there.

Lust lightened his eyes, but with it was a heavy dose of wariness. “Rose, I—”

“Let me spare you the monologue and give one of my own.” She cut him off. “I’m not looking for a relationship. I’d like to stay far away from one as Supernaturally possible, which means whatever happens here would only be no-strings fun.”

His fingers slid around her waist, playing with the band of exposed skin just above her jeans. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No, I’m stating facts. I don’t want a relationship. Tried that. Failed miserably. And nearly magically shackled myself to a narcissistic psychopath for eternity. I clearly can’t be trusted to choose an appropriate life partner.” Rose sighed. “And as for the no-strings fun? It’s been a really long time since I’ve had pleasurable sex that didn’t involve rechargeable batteries.”

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 world type 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 came into 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.”