The car was quiet for a moment, then he asked, “What sports did you play?” Jules laughed as she glanced over at him. “Don’t leave me hanging. Now, I’m picturing you in…” He titled his head and bit his lip. “Not a cheerleader.” She shook her head and her smile got bigger. “You are far too short for basketball.”
“Hey now, short people can still jump and dribble,” she said, acting wounded.
“Nope.” He shook his head. “You’re not the type. Soccer? Volleyball?” He saw her eyebrows arch up. “Oh, volleyball.” He nodded. “Yeah, that fits.”
“That sport requires jumping too,” she pointed out with a laugh.
“We will just have to see how good you are at it. I challenge you to join in the next game I referee.”
“Nope, I’ll only showyoumy moves.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him. “If I play against you, winner takes all.”
“Challenge accepted.” What he didn’t tell her is that he, too, spent many summers playing beach volleyball.
This was going to be fun.
CHAPTERTWENTY
After the day and night that she’d had, Jules was looking forward to a release. The moment they stepped into her apartment—theirapartment—she pushed Damion up against the wall and basically attacked him.
She dumped her purse just inside the door and jumped on him. She didn’t want to give him a chance to make the first move. Not here. Not now.
This was her time. Her wanting to take control. To see how he would respond. Would he let her? Would he enjoy it? It was a gamble, but she was going to take what she wanted. And she wanted a lot.
While she kissed him, she fumbled to unbutton his shirt. She was pretty sure several of the buttons popped off it in the process. Finally, her fingers ran over him, going lower until she removed his shorts.
She didn’t even give him time to step out of them before cupping him in her hands. Feeling him grow hard, she knelt before him and took him fully into her mouth.
His hands went into her hair, pulling the clips out of it until it fell free so he could bury his fingers deep into it.
“Jules,” he groaned but made no move to stop her. She wanted speed, but here, with her mouth wrapped around him, she took her time, enjoyed the taste of him, the feeling of his pleasure filling her mouth.
Her nails scraped down his thighs, and she felt the light dusting of hair that covered those powerful legs.
Then he moved. So quickly, she yelped and then laughed as he carried her into the bedroom. Her sundress was hiked up, her panties ripped aside and in one swoop he was in her. Filling her. Taking her to the edge and over.
“You can’t just attack a man like that,” Damion said moments later into her hair.
Both of their breathing had steadied, and their bodies had cooled off enough that she was thankful he was still covering her.
“My plan seemed to work perfectly,” she said into his chest. “We both won.”
“Yeah, but at what cost?” He glanced down at her. “I doubt my heart can hold out much longer if that becomes a standard occurrence.”
She laughed and slapped him on the butt. “Get up, I need to use the bathroom.”
He rolled aside and watched her walk to the bathroom. Since they weren’t there in their relationship yet, she shut the door.
When she came back out, wearing shorts and a tank top, he was digging through one of his boxes full of clothes. He’d pulled on a pair of cut-off sweats and looked damn sexy. She already wanted to jump him again.
“I can move some things around and give you some drawers.” She tapped the massive purple dresser she’d painted herself.
“That’s cool,” he said, finding what he was after, then stuck the neon alarm clock on her nightstand. “This side okay?”
She nodded. “I’ve never had to choose a side of the bed before,” she admitted, sitting on the bed next to him. “I’ve never lived with someone before.”
“Neither have I, which is why this means so much.” He picked up her hand, and his fingers ran over hers. “Even though we’ve known each other for five years, this is new territory. Don’t be afraid to tell me to fuck off if you need space.”
She smiled. “I won’t.”