Page 60 of Finding Emotion

She frowned. “So, wait, you didn’t hear me humming it?” Her eyes shifted to the closed door. She should have heard him enter. She hadn’t realized she could get lost in soft music as well. “I thought…” She hadn’t hated the idea that he’d seen her panic attack, but a part of her had been disappointed. She’d thought he hadn’t interrupted again because he didn’t want a repeat of what happened in the gym.

One of his hands pushed her hair behind her ear, and her head shifted, rubbing her cheek along his hand. “I got here while you played that new melody.” His warm hand cupped her face, his fingers whispering over her temple. “You look tired. Should we return to the suite together?”

That word, ‘together,’ intensified the spreading ache in her chest. She didn’t hate the sound of it. She doubted she could hate anything about Damon.

Her fingers tingled on his shoulders, the sensation flowing over her skin. Cracks weren’t forming like usual. No, this was something else.

Her face lowered to his, and she kissed him. It wasn’t the hard, all-consuming meeting of lips and tongue that she normally dived into. Their lips brushed and clung. He murmured her name, his hands cradling her face as they tasted each other. The angle changed, and the electric sparks flowing over her skin intensified.

She rocked against him, taking the kiss deeper. Her tongue didn’t plunge but stroked, his answering tangle with hers making her want to slide over him. Her chest pressed against his as she pulled back enough to whisper, “Don’t say no, okay?”

Those eyes of his glittered as he stared into hers. “God, no.” Their mouths moved together, the kiss hotter than before. He’d hardened into her rocking, and his hands slipped over her arms and around her back until he gripped her ass to pull her tighter against him.

His body stiffened as if he realized what he’d done. His hands started to fall away, but hers moved to hold them in place.

“It’s okay. I’m not hating it.” Skylar shimmied her ass against his hands.

“Are you sure?” His forehead rested against hers as his breath shuddered in. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”

She was starting to think Damon might get away with anything just because it was him. She trusted him. “This much is good.” She shifted against him again and began to pant. “I’ll tell you if I hit a no. Oh, but—” She bit her lip as her body stilled.

“I won’t touch your clit, Skylar,” Damon promised as his hands mapped the shape of her ass before pulling her into his erection.

The bolt of heat from it had her rubbing her chest against his again as her arms wrapped around his neck. She moaned into their next clinging kiss. Her body had become all sensation.

Normally she had the guys lie flat so she couldn’t feel much besides their dick inside her. She liked this against-the-wall thing with Damon better. Only she wanted skin.

Her hands found his shirt hem, and he helped her skim it over his head before his lips were on hers again. His taste was also like sunshine, the slide of his tongue against hers so fucking perfect. She mapped out his chest, thin but toned, the skin soft. Her thumbs swiped his nipples, and she felt an answering throb in her own as her chest tried to press against him.

She broke the kiss to drag her own tight top over her head. Her fingers hesitated at the front clasp of her bra. She didn’t let anyone see her breasts, not anymore. She took the bra off anyway, leaning forward to press her breasts against his skin.

“Don’t—” The word ended in a moan as their bodies shifted together. Her nipples had become tight little buds, ones that throbbed like crazy as they dragged over his chest. “Fuck, do it. Touch them.” Only she didn’t want to part their bodies enough to give him room, rocking against him faster so he’d shift along her nipples even more.

His hands moved, his fingers sliding along the plump sides of her breasts, adding more sparks. “Your skin is so silky, Skylar.” He kissed her again, all lips, before sliding his hands between them. The calluses on his fingers added just enough tease, and his palms sliding over her nipples made the heat she was feeling below erupt. He didn’t pinch or pull or twist. Just that steady slide and brush as they arched into each other.

It had become too much. “Naked,” she moaned into his mouth. “We need to be naked.”

Only neither of them wanted to part to do it. They fumbled with each other’s pants, her leather horrible to strip off. She cursed and gave in, standing so they could both drag the material down. Her breasts dangled as she bent, and he let out a humming sound as his mouth closed around her nipple.

His sucking shot through her, and she forgot about the damn pants clinging to one foot, instead grabbing his head to pull his face tight against her as her knees hit the floor. His mouth was wet on her breast as his hands found her ass again. One moved down the cheek and between her legs, swirling around her desperate entrance.

A spiral tightened inside her. “Oh, fuck!” She pushed down, taking his fingers deep. His mouth continued to suck even as his fingers curled and plunged. Her body gave out as the orgasm took her.

When her eyes could focus, she found Damon’s head had lifted. His gaze drifted over her face.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. His fingers shifted inside her, and her body shuddered. “I want to watch it again.”

Skylar’s body was only too eager for a repeat. Air swirled around her breasts as she lifted and plunged, riding his fingers with those intense jewel eyes of his watching her every moan. It didn’t take her long to tip over the edge again, and his other hand pressed on her back, urging their chests together. The slide of her nipples intensified the pulse.

When his fingers slipped out, she shuddered. Grabbing his hand, she pulled it to her mouth, tasting herself on his skin as she sucked his fingers deep.

He arched up. His hard erection slid along her entrance, but not inside.

Damon groaned. “Condom. Now.” He fumbled for his discarded pants, pulling out his wallet and the foil packet inside.

She lifted up enough to stare at the glistening tip of him. Just that one slide had rubbed her wetness all over him. Two orgasms had her dripping. She shuddered as a voice echoed inside her.

Damon paused with the condom in his hand. “Skylar?”

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