Aria
“You taste f*****g sweet, Aria,” Damon growled as he stepped out of the bathroom, droplets of water still clinging to his skin.
My gaze dragged over him, tracing every hard line of his body, sliding down his chest until it caught on the towel slung dangerously low around his waist.
Heat burned through me, and I couldn’t stop the flush rising to my cheeks. “Thank you.”
Damon walked over and sat down beside me on the bed.
“Baby, I need you to call Jace,” he said, picking up my phone and handing it to me.
“Why?” I asked, taking the phone from him. “Why should I call him when I’m here with you?”
“I need money,” he replied with that charming smile that always made my heart race.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” I said without hesitation.
“You didn’t even ask what I need the money for,” he murm
