Page 9 of Finding Emotion

At least Jimmy had looked away. Damon grabbed Skylar’s arms to keep her where his eyes could search hers. “Why did you do that?”

She shrugged. “It relaxes me. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”

Relaxed was the exact opposite of how he was feeling. His nerve endings buzzed with the sudden tension that had flooded him. “I don’t do things like this.”

“That must be why you came in less than a minute.” Her laugh that followed scraped along his skin. “You fucking loved it. Don’t pretend.”

She shoved away, and he let her. His gaze followed her progress toward the others. She leaned between their managers, saying something that made Jimmy laugh, but Damon’s ears were filled with a rushing sound that didn’t let him hear more than that.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the attendant smirking at him. Maybe their managers hadn’t realized what was going on, but the flight attendant had caught the show.

“Goddammit,” Damon muttered, reaching for the glass of tequila and slamming it back. The burn felt like something he deserved as he watched Skylar, who was now flirting with his manager, if Jimmy’s delighted grin was any indication.

She appeared as if nothing had happened; the lipstick she was wearing hadn’t even smeared. He wondered if there would be evidence of it on his dick later, proving he hadn’t just had an erotic fantasy.

The continuing lethargy that filled his limbs from his epic release brought on a feeling of shame. He’d done nothing to earn the orgasm she’d given him. He prided himself on providing multiple orgasms to a woman before taking his own. Hell, most of the time he waited to jerk off until after they left.

His eyes slid over Skylar. A tightness had returned to her eyes, belying her claim that making him come had relaxed her. Damon realized he was in way over his head with a woman like her.

He turned to stare out the window, focusing on his breathing as he tried to work through the messy snarl that squeezed his chest.

Chapter 6

Skylar stared after Damon as he deplaned first. He’d been acting distant ever since she’d swallowed his jizz. He was probably embarrassed by how quickly he’d gone off. Or maybe her flirting with his manager afterward, Johnny or Jerry or something, had pissed him off. She’d only flirted because she figured a guy like him might get clingy, and either it’d worked or she hadn’t needed to worry.

“I can’t believe you,” Mandy said as she grabbed her carry-on bag.

Skylar shrugged as she slung her own black bag over her shoulder. “Not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me blow a guy.”

“That doesn’t mean I appreciate the show.” Mandy moved past her to exit the jet.

Skylar’s shoulders hunched. Under the weight of the bag, she told herself, but lying to herself wasn’t working this time.

The fact was, whatever magic he’d been doing to her head had skeeved her out. Not in a sexual way, thank God, as the nerves she’d been feeling before the flight had already sent her down the tension headache route, one that the prescription-strength aspirin hadn’t even pissed on. Then Damon’s fingers had stroked over her scalp, and with every brush through her hair, her tension had run off in skimming drops. She hadn’t even known she’d been making those little moans until she nearly slumped across his lap.

Her eyes had popped open, but it was hard for her body to be anything but relaxed with his hands working their magic, the panicked beating of her heart the only warning she had that something was wrong. She’d noticed he had an erection when his hands pulled away to cover it. As if he could hide a boner like that, poking up in his tight jeans despite him trying to block it with his thigh.

Anticipating his future ask, the crazy contentedness she didn’t know what to do with shifted into a more comfortable cynicism. She’d rested her face against his chest so he wouldn’t see the scowl on her face. She’d do it before he asked. That way, it’d be her idea. She’d have control.

Only then he’d pissed her off more by thanking her instead of saying what she’d expected. Her chest twisted as his thumbs worked more tension out of her neck, and he didn’t ask her for anything at all. The prude was acting like he didn’t have an erection, so she took matters into her own hands. Or her own mouth.

Besides a sucked-in breath, he’d remained silent the whole time. If Skylar hadn’t had the proof of his reaction in her face, she would have thought he wasn’t into it. He’d even tensed up against her, as if he’d pull away, so she’d told him to relax, even adding in a sweet jab. The rock star acted like a Boy Scout.

She’d used all her skill to try to make him moan, just like he’d made her putty in his own damn hands. It had worked in a way. He’d gone off like a rocket. Then he’d blushed after, which was so unlike any other guy she’d done it to.

His aquamarine eyes searching hers as he asked her why she’d gone down on him had added weird bubbles to her stomach, and she regretted the earlier club soda. He looked almost angry about the sexual favor, as if he hadn’t been about to ask her to do just that.

She stomped as she exited the plane, the zippers on her boots clinking against the leather. The pansy wasn’t going to make her second-guess herself. He’d been the one with the boner. She’d simply taken control of it, like she preferred.

She was thinking about the jackass too much. That her scalp tingled now irritated her further. At least Mandy had a limo waiting for them. There were fewer chances of running into Damon again once the airport was behind them.

Except her sister was dating his best friend, she remembered.

Skylar’s hand clenched around the seat belt she’d grabbed. She always buckled up, even in the luxury vehicles. Limos kept the reminders of the car accident she was in as a child down to a minimum, but didn’t keep all her anxiety at bay.

“Hey,” she said to Mandy, who looked up from her phone. “Did you book a hotel that was cool about noise levels?” If the bubbles wouldn’t go away, she’d channel them into something else.

Mandy studied her over the top of her glasses. “No, but there’s a place nearby.” When Skylar nodded, she sighed in acceptance of their schedule change, moving to rap on the partition between them and the driver.

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