*{RUE}*

Damon rose onto his knees, his hands instantly dropping to his waistband.

In one fluid motion, he shoved his shorts down, kicking them across the room.

My eyes tracked the movement, landing on his cock.

 It was fully erect and rock-hard again—a sight that somehow brought a wicked smile to my face.

Desperate, I tugged at my trousers, but the denim clung stubbornly to my damp skin, turning the simple task into a clumsy, frustrating battle.

Damon's hands joined mine. His rough palms settled on my hips as he helped peel the fabric down my legs until I finally kicked free of it.

Without a pause, he hooked his...