Damon was here.
Close.
So close I could feel the heat of his body stretching through the trees. His scent was thick in the air, all smoke and sin and something that made my stomach clench.
And then he moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
I barely had time to scream before his arms were around me, his body crashing into mine like a f*****g freight train of muscle and heat and growling, snarling lust. My feet left the ground. My back hit bark. My breath flew out of my lungs in a gasp that turned into a moan halfway through because—holy hell—he was hard.
So f*****g hard.
He pinned me to the tree like I weighed nothing, one hand gripping my thigh and hiking it up around his waist while the other cupped the back of my neck and tilted my head up so I had no choice but to look at him.
And what I saw?
