“Hmmph.”
“Never mind your sass. Is the movie ready? Did you get drinks?”
He laughed, gripping my hip and lowering his head, pressing his mouth to mine. “Yes, Ms. Raven. I got drinks and Twizzlers. Some chocolate. Blankets. Pillows. I even lit a couple of candles, and the movie is ready.” He grinned as he kissed me again. “I can’t believe you have never watched the Avengers or any of the other movies in the series.”
“Well, we’re going to fix that now, aren’t we?”
“We are.” He grabbed the bowl of popcorn and my hand, tugging me behind him. “Come on, woman, we have a lot of movies to watch. You’re lucky I’m an expert.”
I sat down, and he draped a blanket over my knees and settled the huge bowl between them. He sat down, flicking off the light and starting the movie. “How many are there?” I asked around a mouthful of popcorn.
“Twenty-seven.”
I gaped at him. “Holy shit.”
His eyes widened. “Ms. Raven, you just swore. Do you talk to your students with that potty mouth?”
I grinned. “No, but I kiss you with it.”
He laughed and kissed me hard, plunging his tongue into my mouth and making me whimper. He drew back, licking his lips. “Buttery, salty, and Raven. A great combo. Now stop attacking me and watch the movie.”
Three movies later, I turned to him. “I liked one and three best so far.”
“The movie or the actors?” he asked, amused.
I sniffed. “The movies, of course.”
“Uh-huh.” He eyed the mess around me. “You know you eat like a bird most of the time. Had I known junk food was your thing, I would have taken you to a movie the first night.”
I laughed. “I don’t eat like a bird. I eat very well. But movie snacks are my weakness.” I winked. “And handsome, protective men.” I eyed him in appreciation. “You could have your own hero movie.”
He grinned. “Oh yeah? Tell me more, Ms. Raven.”
“I don’t think so. You’ll get a swelled head.”
He pushed away the bowl on my lap, leaning into me. “Trust me, Raven. My head is already swollen. It is whenever you’re this close.” He nipped my neck. “I told you that earlier.” He kissed the skin behind my ear, making me whimper. “Do you want to watch another movie, Ms. Raven? Or can I take you to bed?”
“Um…”
“Please, Ms. Raven.” He dragged his lips over my cheek, lightly pressing them to mine. “I’d show you my hero moves. I’m harder than Iron Man or Captain America.” He ground into me. “Let me show you how I can fly to new heights. I’ll take you with me.” He hovered over my mouth. “Please, ma’am. Let me make you feel good.”
I dragged his mouth to mine, and he chuckled as he slid his tongue along mine. We kissed endlessly, him tugging me to his lap. Our lips were slippery from the butter, sweet and salty from the snacks. Eager and desperate to taste each other. He spread his legs, pulling me down, and I felt his desire, hard and unyielding, between my thighs.
“Please,” I gasped. “Damien.”
He stood, his hand cupping my ass, his mouth ravishing mine.
And he showed me everything he promised.
Twice.
* * *
We pulled up to the coffee shop, and Damien slid the car into park. He looked at me, peering over the top of his sunglasses.
“Rules?”
“I walk into the shop, and I don’t leave without you being there.”