Damon’s POV

She looked so fucking beautiful when her face came into view as she opened the door.

We leaned in for the usual hug, friendly, familiar and her heavy, full breasts pressed against my chest. I had to fight every instinct not to bury my face in the crook of her neck and inhale. She smelled like vanilla, warm skin, and something sweet and feminine that hit me low in the gut. Her body felt so good, soft curves against my hard frame that I had to mentally recite the most disgusting shit I could think of just to keep my cock from swelling right there on her doorstep....