Page 78 of Finding Emotion

Her lips parted on a gasp. “Why are you so…” Her eyes squeezed shut as she arched against him again. “I want your hands on me. It’s weird, but I want…” She trailed off again as she shuddered.

“It’s not weird. I want that too.” Damon found the zipper of her dress and slid it all the way down. It had been sleeveless, and she hadn’t worn a bra. Her breasts were as perfect as he remembered when the dress gaped. Her legs straightened, and he helped her to wriggle it off. She started to remove her underwear with it, but his hands stilled hers. “Not yet.”

“I’m not going to want to hold back for long, sweet face,” she warned, straddling his hips again. A shiver ran through her body as she pressed against him, even with all the cloth between.

“We’ll see about that.” He sat up, moving his hands to capture her face and kissing her. She let him lead this time. Their lips clung to one another. His hands slid down, his fingers grazing the side of her neck and making her shudder and arch. “Tell me if anything doesn’t work.” His lips followed his fingers, nipping at her neck.

Another shiver ran through her. “Good so far.”

He kept the nips gentle as he moved them over her neck, licking at her collarbone. His hands had gone farther, mapping out both arms in swirling caresses. He linked their fingers for a quick squeeze as her head turned to give him more room at her neck. She began rocking against him as he moved their hands together to her hips. Both his and her fingers skimmed up her torso, pausing as they reached the swell of her breasts. She shuddered at the sensation. He kissed up her neck until he found her ear and bit.

“Fuck,” she moaned the curse, and euphoria filled his body, making him tingle. She was liking what he did.

He moved her hands to his shoulders. “Hang onto me,” he said.

She did, gripping him hard. “Your pants. They need to be gone.” But she continued to move her lower body against his erection.

“Soon,” he promised before his own hands returned to her breasts. He mapped the soft slope with his hands before circling her nipples with his flat palms. The tightened nubs liked the calluses on his fingers even better, but he continued to rub, not pinch.

“I—” She swallowed as her body lifted and slid down hard along the length of him.

He bit her neck as she did it, and Skylar cried out when the orgasm shuddered through her.

Damon wrapped his arms around her after she’d collapsed against him.

“What the hell?” she mumbled even as her mouth kissed his neck. He doubted she was aware of the kiss. “That’s not possible. You weren’t inside me.”

He massaged her back. “Did it feel good?”

“I mean, I fucking came.” She snorted as her body straightened. They both lost their breath as that pressed her against his erection. “Of course I liked it. But—” Her eyes widened.

“That was all clit action,” Damon admitted. He’d known not to touch her down there, not with his fingers. So he’d let her do it. “I didn’t mean to, but your body was moving so beautifully that—”

Skylar started to cry.

Damon’s eyes burned. “I’m sorry. I should have stopped it.”

“N-no,” she gasped. He held her through the storm, and she held him back, her tears wetting his neck. Her breath shuddered at the end, and she lifted away, wiping at her cheeks with the heels of her hands. “I’m such a fucking mess.”

“You’re not.” His thumbs moved to help, gentle as he slid them beneath her eyes, taking the last of the dampness with him.

“I haven’t been able to come like that, not without some G-spot action or penetration, not since the rape.” Skylar stiffened, then hid her face against his shoulder again.

Damon was glad she couldn’t see his expression. He’d known, but hearing her say it still did things to him. He rested back on the bed, gathering her against him. One hand moved to her back, and the other to her hair, slow, gentle circles following. His teeth ached because of how hard his jaw had clenched, and he couldn’t speak.

“That’s what it was. The six-guy thing.” Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on. “They played with my clit the whole time. Kept making me come even though I didn’t want to, and fucking howled about it.” Her hands tightened even more.

The ache they created matched the one in his chest. Damon continued his gentle massage, knowing there were no words that would make it better.

When he didn’t jump on her confession, her tension began to fade. Their breathing slowed together. When her face stopped hiding and moved to rest on his chest instead, both of his hands shifted to her scalp, working through her hair with every pass.

“I fucking love these hands of yours.” Skylar sighed as she relaxed fully. “You make tingles race everywhere.” One of her hands moved to his chest, pausing over his heartbeat. “I never thought it was possible.”

“Enjoying a scalp massage?” Damon asked. “Is that why it became something else on the plane?”

“I panicked a little, is all.” She lifted her head to stare down at him. “It’s not every day that I enjoy a guy touching me. I mean, never, not after. Until you.” Her fingers traced his chest. “I didn’t think I’d ever get that back.”

He lost his breath. “Skylar, I—”

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