Lexi
I barely slept. All night I kept replaying Damon’s fingers between my legs and the way he licked them clean while looking me dead in the eyes. By the time I showed up at his door the next evening, I was already wet.
He opened the door wearing nothing but black sweatpants. No shirt. Bare chest, messy hair, and that dangerous smile.
“Lexi,” he said, voice low and warm. “You came.”
“Of course I came.” I stepped inside, heart pounding. “You think I could stay away after last night?”
He closed the door and backed me against the walls in one smooth move. His hands settled on my waist, thumbs slipping under my cropped hoodie.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he murmured, leaning down so his lips brushed my ear. “I’ve been thinking about peeling them off you all day.”
I laughed breat
