over the table, clearing it of those tormenting letter tiles, and spread her on the surface.
She burst into laughter, and he kissed her open mouth. Delving his tongue into her sweetness, swirling, lapping, teasing. He caught her knee and pressed it up and back so he could grind his erection into her pussy.
“Damian…”
“Baby, I can’t wait. I want you here. Now.”
Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes gleaming. She fumbled in his back pocket and came out with his wallet. His breathing grew labored. “Take it out.”
She opened his wallet and pulled out one of three condoms he’d stuffed inside this morning. Even knowing the bungalow was well-stocked, he’d packed his wallet with as many rubbers as possible. He didn’t want an excuse not to use one—though he craved that intense heat of being bare inside her.
Moving back, he stripped her top off and tossed it to the floor. Today she wore one of the bras he’d given her from the wardrobe closet—white with dainty pink hearts. He growled and dipped his head, biting into her nipple through the cloth while tearing at her shorts and panties.
After he pulled the matching thong off her bare feet, he wadded it up and stuffed it in her mouth. Her eyes flared in shock.
His voice was ragged. “You look sexy as hell.” With wild tugs, he shed his clothes while holding her gaze. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes losing a bit of her shock. By the time he had the condom in place, he was ready to explode.
Leaning over her again, he nuzzled the corner of her mouth, stuffed full of her fragrant panties. “I’m going to make you scream and scream with pleasure, doll. But no one will be able to hear you.”
She made a sound. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to tie her up too. Not yet. Slowly.
He scooped his hands under her, cushioning her spine against the table, and drove into her in one sharp move. She pulsed around him, gripping his back. For a mind-blowing minute he thought he could feel her heartbeat in his own veins.
Then he began to move. Plunging so deep she cried out behind the gag. He closed his eyes and skirted the edge of his own release, dying to go fast and hard yet forcing himself to go slow.
Her breaths came faster.
“Put your legs on my shoulders.”
“Uhhh.”
He met her dark eyes and couldn’t stop himself from sinking deep. When he pulled out to the tip, she placed her heels on his shoulders. Turning his head, he bit into her calf while taking her the way he wanted.
“Come for me, baby. I feel you squeezing me so…damn…tight.”
Her moan sounded like his name. He bent to her mouth and caught her thong in his teeth. With a jerk of his head, he tugged the silk free. She kissed him with a wildness that sent him careening toward ecstasy.
Reaching between them, he pinned her nubbin under his thumb. At the pressure, she came. Heat flooded him. His cock extended another fraction, then erupted. He sucked her tongue as he rode the uncharted waters of a release so big and intense, it scared the fuck out of him.
When he came back to himself, he found himself on the sofa with a naked Ruthie cradled on his lap. Her lips moved over his chest and up his neck, then down again. Tender kisses he didn’t deserve but wanted more than anything.
“Better than Scrabble,” she murmured.
He chuckled and clamped her against him. “So much better. Hungry?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly he was ravenous. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d fed her. Damn, he was becoming a bad guide, starving her while fucking her silly. He stamped a kiss to her mouth. “I’ll call for room service.”
“You can do that?”
“Yep. Here, let me up and I’ll grab my cell.”
“Mine’s right there on the arm of the sofa.” She went back to kissing his neck.
He grabbed her cell and swiped the screen—only to see a text with what he suspected was Andrew’s picture beside it.
Motherfucker.
Damian’s chest constricted. He punched in the number at the grub
She burst into laughter, and he kissed her open mouth. Delving his tongue into her sweetness, swirling, lapping, teasing. He caught her knee and pressed it up and back so he could grind his erection into her pussy.
“Damian…”
“Baby, I can’t wait. I want you here. Now.”
Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes gleaming. She fumbled in his back pocket and came out with his wallet. His breathing grew labored. “Take it out.”
She opened his wallet and pulled out one of three condoms he’d stuffed inside this morning. Even knowing the bungalow was well-stocked, he’d packed his wallet with as many rubbers as possible. He didn’t want an excuse not to use one—though he craved that intense heat of being bare inside her.
Moving back, he stripped her top off and tossed it to the floor. Today she wore one of the bras he’d given her from the wardrobe closet—white with dainty pink hearts. He growled and dipped his head, biting into her nipple through the cloth while tearing at her shorts and panties.
After he pulled the matching thong off her bare feet, he wadded it up and stuffed it in her mouth. Her eyes flared in shock.
His voice was ragged. “You look sexy as hell.” With wild tugs, he shed his clothes while holding her gaze. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes losing a bit of her shock. By the time he had the condom in place, he was ready to explode.
Leaning over her again, he nuzzled the corner of her mouth, stuffed full of her fragrant panties. “I’m going to make you scream and scream with pleasure, doll. But no one will be able to hear you.”
She made a sound. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to tie her up too. Not yet. Slowly.
He scooped his hands under her, cushioning her spine against the table, and drove into her in one sharp move. She pulsed around him, gripping his back. For a mind-blowing minute he thought he could feel her heartbeat in his own veins.
Then he began to move. Plunging so deep she cried out behind the gag. He closed his eyes and skirted the edge of his own release, dying to go fast and hard yet forcing himself to go slow.
Her breaths came faster.
“Put your legs on my shoulders.”
“Uhhh.”
He met her dark eyes and couldn’t stop himself from sinking deep. When he pulled out to the tip, she placed her heels on his shoulders. Turning his head, he bit into her calf while taking her the way he wanted.
“Come for me, baby. I feel you squeezing me so…damn…tight.”
Her moan sounded like his name. He bent to her mouth and caught her thong in his teeth. With a jerk of his head, he tugged the silk free. She kissed him with a wildness that sent him careening toward ecstasy.
Reaching between them, he pinned her nubbin under his thumb. At the pressure, she came. Heat flooded him. His cock extended another fraction, then erupted. He sucked her tongue as he rode the uncharted waters of a release so big and intense, it scared the fuck out of him.
When he came back to himself, he found himself on the sofa with a naked Ruthie cradled on his lap. Her lips moved over his chest and up his neck, then down again. Tender kisses he didn’t deserve but wanted more than anything.
“Better than Scrabble,” she murmured.
He chuckled and clamped her against him. “So much better. Hungry?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly he was ravenous. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d fed her. Damn, he was becoming a bad guide, starving her while fucking her silly. He stamped a kiss to her mouth. “I’ll call for room service.”
“You can do that?”
“Yep. Here, let me up and I’ll grab my cell.”
“Mine’s right there on the arm of the sofa.” She went back to kissing his neck.
He grabbed her cell and swiped the screen—only to see a text with what he suspected was Andrew’s picture beside it.
Motherfucker.
Damian’s chest constricted. He punched in the number at the grub
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