Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“As long as you’re Damon Torrance, I don’t care what you
wear,” I told him.
He kissed me, melting his mouth into mine and tipping my
head back, cradling it in his arm so he could deepen the kiss
and sink his tongue into my mouth.
A swirl of excitement spun all the way down to between
my thighs, and I was already panting as his heat just made me
want so much more right now.
A bed. A whole night. Just him.
“Did you like it?” he asked against my mouth.
“Huh?”
Did I like the kiss? Wasn’t it obvious? My body was a
puddle in his hands.
The fountain?” he clarified when I didn’t respond.
He turned me around and lifted me up, and I could feel the
draft under my skirt, so I knew it was riding up, but I didn’t
care.
Just take me home.
“It was incredible,” I told him, wrapping my arms around
his neck. “Perfect for sitting.”
Just like we liked to do.
We kissed again, harder and deeper, and I gripped the hair
at the back of his head, forcing us to go slow every time he
wanted to speed up. I hovered, teasing him, and dipped in for a
kiss only to pull away again.
“Winter,” he growled low.
We stayed there, nose to nose and breathing each other in,
not wanting to pull away for a moment, even to get out of here
and find a bed.
But he put me down and took my hand, leading me off.
“Follow me.”
We walked through the crowds of people dancing and
hanging out, the music pounding and the smell of grilled food