Page 77 of Finding Emotion

“I belong to me. But if you’re talking the exclusive thing, then yeah, I—” She broke off. “Wait. Did you say—”

Damon kissed her. She let out the most adorable sound of surprise, but then took over. Her hands wrapped around his neck even as she bit his lip. He opened his mouth like she wanted, letting her tongue dive in as his arms encircled her and pressed her against him. Her kiss didn’t stop, but he had to make sure and pulled back enough to ask, “Is holding you like this okay?”

Her eyes had squeezed shut, and her breath shuddered out. “Say that other sappy thing again.”

He smiled. “I love you, Skylar.”

She shuddered in his arms. “Fuck, that makes me wetter than your damn song did earlier.” She lunged for his mouth even as she leaped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

His hands slid to her ass as he pulled her as close as he could with their clothes still on. He carried her to the bedroom, nearly tripping when her lips moved to his ear.

“I’m crazy about you,” she said

Heat raced over his skin as her arms tightened around his neck.

“Love? Shit, I don’t know. I’ve never—” She arched into his erection and let out the erotic mewl he loved so much.

“I don’t need the words, not if you’re not sure yet,” Damon told her. “I want you to be certain before you say it.”

Her head lifted, and she studied him, frowning. “You really are sweet, you know that?”

Damon turned, pulling her close to his chest as he fell on his back on the bed. “Not so sweet that I don’t want inside of you.”

She pressed her hips hard against his erection. “Fuck, yes. Naked. Now.”

They both laughed as they began removing clothes and getting distracted. She found his lips just beneath the cotton of his undershirt, and he forgot they’d been dragging it over his head as he lost himself in her taste.

“Mmm, I want your eyes on me too.” Skylar tugged his shirt free, dropping it over the side of the bed. She stared down into his eyes, her hand coming up to graze the side of his face. Her smile fell, and she looked almost fragile in the splash of light filtering in from the living room.

“What is it?” Damon asked, reaching for her.

She scrambled off the bed. “I want to see you better.” She walked around the room, turning on every lamp as she went until the shadows fled from every corner.

“Skylar?” he asked.

Her hands jerked open a drawer, and she pulled out an entire box of condoms. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

Damon sat up. His eyes skimmed her face, still not sure what he was seeing. “We don’t have to make love, Skylar. I didn’t mean to pressure you. If—”

“Hell no, I was serious about being turned on.” She leaned over, giving him a hard kiss. “Shocked the hell out of me, all the feels from that damn song.”

His hand found her arm, his fingers sliding over the goosebumps that had risen along it. “You’re serious.” His heart squeezed. “That makes me happy.”

Skylar’s eyes slid away from him. “I don’t make shit up.”

His hand paused in its slow slide. “You think I do?”

“No!” She bit her lip, shrugging. “I mean, not on purpose. You meant it, and the words are still doing things to me as they repeat in my head, but it’s not true. You don’t love me.”

Damon’s stomach tightened. “I know it hasn’t been much time.”

“No, it hasn’t, but that’s not it. Things have gotten intense, and you’re fucking perfect, okay? Let’s not talk about this.” She reached between them for the fastening on his slacks. “I want you inside me. Fucking or making love or whatever you want to call it.”

Damon’s arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her over him again, trapping her hands between them. “If you want to have sex, I’m not opposed.” He couldn’t fake disinterest, not with her hands pressed against his erection. “But doing that won’t be like running. I adore you, Skylar. The things you say, the energy you have, even these nerves beneath the surface that no one sees but me.” He loosened his hold on her, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. “There’s nothing about you, or the past you still haven’t told me about, that will change my mind. You’re perfect as well.”

Skylar leaned down, her mouth open and hot as she kissed him. She wriggled against his erection, her thighs cuddling him through his pants. Her tight dress had ridden up to her waist, allowing her legs to part.

He groaned into her mouth as she slid her hot center over his hardness. He was surprised she was enjoying pressing against him so much, as there was no way to stimulate her G-spot that way. Though it wasn’t the first time she’d gotten excited that way, he realized.

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