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My goodness, has a week gone by already? Yeesh! Well, okay, this week's snippet is from Cupid Only Rings Twice, which released on Friday! Yay! Enjoy.
Damios lowered his head, capturing her exquisite lips in a kiss that was less a tender wish and more an urgent promise. Her mouth opened under his and he accepted her offer, slipping his tongue past her lips to savor her sweet taste.
She moaned softly as his hands slipped around her waist, up her back, and pulled her tightly against his chest. Her body heated under his kiss and her incredible scent slipped over him.
Damios broke the kiss long enough to say, “I lied. I want to come inside.”
They both stilled for a moment, Damios realizing how his declaration had sounded and Rori’s lips twitching under a suppressed grin.
He rested his forehead against hers, finding it hard to breathe. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”
She chuckled huskily, skimming the tip of one velvet thumb across his bottom lip. “No. It came out just right.”
Damios bit her thumb softly and slipped his hands down her body, cupping the firm roundness of her buttocks. His lips found hers again and he groaned as she ground herself against him.
Their kiss gained heat, their bodies thrumming under the imperative of a building need. Their tongues tangled, danced, and their hands skimmed, exploring with growing intensity.
Rori pulled away and grabbed his hand. “Come on.”
As she unlocked the door, Damios pressed himself against her back, reveling in her soft curves against his hard, hungry body. She twisted the key, halting in the act of pushing the door open as he swept his tongue down her neck, gently biting the top of her shoulder.
Damios felt her groan of pleasure thrum through his chest and grasped her chin, turning her to capture her scrumptious lips in an intense kiss. Placing one hand on her soft buttocks, and the other hand at the back of her neck, Damios deepened the kiss and walked them backward, into the house.
It was cool and dark inside Rori’s home and smelled of roses.
They didn’t bother with the lights, didn’t bother with anything other than each other.