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Hard to argue with that.
Inappropriate thoughts have me glancing at his zipper as a different sort of hunger takes hold.
Damon shakes his head, but not before bending to grab an olive from my plate.
“Food first.”
He holds it out for me, juice sliding down his fingers as he waits, but I hesitate. I’ve never had a man feed me before, even though the thought of Damon doing just that is currently blazing a hot trail between my legs.
With his opposite hand, he points to the empty pillow between us. Voice deep and sexy, he says, “Let me feed you, sweetheart.”
That’s all it takes before I’m on my knees in front of him and reaching for the bite.
Damon pulls it away, confusing me when he runs his opposite hand through my hair and over my cheek affectionately.
“Like this,” he says, cupping beneath my chin again and bringing the olive to the edge of my lips. “Open.”
I immediately open my mouth, and he rewards me by lowering it onto my tongue. I suck the tip of his finger with apopas salt travels over my taste buds.
“You’re so beautiful on your knees for me, Kate.” He looks perfectly satisfied when I release a tiny moan. “I can’t wait to fill your pretty mouth with my cock.”
Dear God. This man.
As he bends for a strawberry, I get a good look at the erection straining against his shorts.
I lick my lips while he gently strokes my chin and throat.
Damon was onto something here. I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
“Let me have you, then,” I whisper with my core pulsing painfully.
He smirks above me. “You need to eat.”
“What about you?”
“Believe me, I intend to.”
He guides the berry to my mouth, but this time, I don’t obey. Laughing at the stubborn set of my jaw, he brings the fruit to his lips, then takes a decently sized bite.
“Happy?”
When I nod, he practically purrs, “Good girl.”
Damon’s hand explores and rubs while he feeds me. He fondles my breast over my shirt, pressing his erection close enough that it brushes against my chin.
I know he’s gotta be hurting, but he doesn’t stop offering me bite after bite, taking nibbles for himself here and there.
“Damon, please. You’re killing me,” I say between another mouthful of meat and crackers.
“I’ll give you what you want, sweet Kate.” A swipe of his tongue across his lower lip makes me shiver. “But I won’t have your stomach growling while I devour you.”
Oh, that mouth.
Before he can grab another bite, I shove the plate away, shocking him enough that I’m able to grip the top of his shorts and pop the button loose.
“I appreciate your generosity.” His eyelids lower, lips parting on the smallest gasp as I reach under the band of his briefs. “But I want to be full in other ways.”
“Kate,” he moans once he’s freed. “Fuck. Wait.”
