He nudged her thighs wider, settling between them, his hardness pressing firmly through the last fabric barriers. His hips rolled slowly, teasing her with the promise of what was to come.
“Damien…” she whispered.
He kissed her deeper, tongue teasing hers, while his finger stroked her folds—featherlight at first, then firmer—until she gasped against his mouth. Just as he hooked his finger to pull the fabric aside and finally feel her warmth—
DING DONG.
DING DONG. DING DONG.
The shrill doorbell sliced through the charged silence like a blade, tearing them out of the heat and into cold reality.
Both froze.
Damien’s head dropped to her shoulder as he let out a guttural growl, disbelief and frustration.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Maya gasped, grabbing the blanket and yanking it ove
