Not Your Ex's Hexes (Supernatural Singles, #2)(70)
That was more dangerous than any Hunting target.
17
Third Time’s the Charm
Dirty, tired, and more than ready to shower off abandoned subway grime, Rose still would’ve thought she walked on cloud nine if her boots weren’t pinching her toes. As promised, Virginia Cummings—aka Cumitox—didn’t cause an ounce of trouble while Rose and Damian delivered her to the Supernatural authorities, and since the assignment didn’t take as long as they’d thought, she’d convinced Damian to snag another.
She still rode a Magic high from bringing in the “renegade vampire”—Drac—who turned out to be a Norm dressed in vampire cosplay attire with a horribly fake Transylvanian accent. The Supernatural groupie had spent the last couple months living in abandoned subway tunnels, hoping to stumble onto a vampire nest to call his own. He hadn’t believed Damian when he’d told him he’d be more likely to find one in a penthouse along Central Park West than the tunnels.
Rose hummed, unable to yank the smile off her face as she worked her keys into her front door.
Damian chuckled right behind her. “You look and sound awfully happy for someone slathered in substances of questionable origins.”
She gave him a slow once-over, and bit her bottom lip. Even with dirty jeans and disheveled hair, he still looked edible.
Rose shrugged. “You’re not exactly clean, either … or grumpy.”
Her front door clicked open and she turned. They faced each other in the hallway of her apartment building, Rose all too aware of the adrenaline still coursing through her system, and with it was a healthy dose of raging libido.
Her gaze dropped to Damian’s mouth and back, only to catch him doing the same. Lust quickly hijacked all her good sense.
She eased closer, running her hands up his chest, and gently pulled him closer. “Wash my back and I’ll wash yours, doc? Fair warning though … we are really dirty. It’ll probably take a few rinses before we can consider ourselves clean.”
His mouth kicked up into a sexy grin. “Good thing I’m up for the challenge.”
The telltale firmness pushing against Rose’s stomach told her that wasn’t the only thing up. They moved simultaneously.
In a mass collision, they stumbled through the door, Rose flicking her fingers to magically close and lock it behind them. They walked, kissed, and stripped their way toward her small bathroom. By the time she turned on the shower, they were a tangle of naked limbs and greedy mouths.
Studio apartments aren’t known for spaciousness. The second they stepped beneath the hot spray, Rose got a soap dish to the ass. Damian leaned back to give her room to maneuver around and took a loofa stick to the left ear.
A husky chuckle rolled from his chest, vibrating through them both. “Pretty sure this is more dangerous than bounty hunting. Maybe we should skip the shower.”
She grinned and reached out, pulling something slimy from his hair that might or might not have been part of someone’s dinner a few months back. “Or not…”
Showers had never been this much fun. While Rose lathered her hair, Damian washed his with her shampoo, every move brushing his arms against her slick body. By the time she’d lathered her shower pouf, he’d wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and slowly glided his soapy palms up her torso.
Her breath quickened as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs gently rubbing her already hard nipples. With a small sigh, Rose tipped her head back onto his chest and savored each and every caress.
“Like that, huh?” Damian brushed his mouth against her ear before giving it a gentle tug with his teeth.
She released a small moan. “So far I’ve liked everything you’ve done.”
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about my promise, little witch.”
The pleasure heating up between her legs made it nearly impossible to think much less talk. “What promise…?”
“Reaching your orgasm quota before things really take off…”
Damian’s left hand slid between her legs, through her folds, and over her clit while his mouth feasted on the sensitive column of her neck. The double sensations pulled a pleasured whimper from her lips. She wasn’t so sure she’d survive to hit that promised orgasm quota.
Before long, she rolled her hips, alternating between lifting herself toward his talented fingers and pushing back against the ragingly hard erection nestled against her lower back. Her body had a mind of its own and Damian was its mind reader.
Pleasure rose, quaking her knees until she thought they’d give out. “Damian…”
With the hand still cupping her breast, he gently applied pressure to her nipple. “Let go. Let it all go, little witch…”
A gentle nibble on the neck.
A slow circular rub of her clit.
A little pinch.
Rose let go, pleasure swallowing her whole. Her knees buckled and Damian caught her, never once stopping the slow rub of his fingers as he demanded every last drop of orgasm her body had in it to give.
Damian smiled against her neck. “That was one…”
She stretched her arm behind him, running her palm over his thigh and the lower half of his rear end. “I want to touch you, too.”
“Gotta reach three before that happens.”