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"You enjoying yourself?" he murmured in my ear. One hand snuck between my legs, thumb brushing my innerthigh.
"Not as much as you are," I said, removing his hand and placing it around my waist. He just rumbled an amusedchuckle.
Flirting with Damon was fun. It was also confusing. I rarely let myself get this wrapped up in a guy. I preferred to play things closer to my chest. But there was something aboutDamon.
Being around this man made me want to throw all caution to thewind.
Chapter Sixteen
By the timethe spinning teacup-pumpkin ride ended, my head was dizzy and I was regretting eating the entire bag of popcornmyself.
"Ughhh." I put a hand to my belly. "I'm going to besick."
"There's a trashcan over there," Damon pointed outhelpfully.
I made a face at him. "Let's just choose something a little slower paced nexttime."
He scanned the fairgrounds. "That one looks good," he said,pointing.
"The Tunnel of Love?" I laughed. "Of course that's what you wouldchoose."
"It's not a tunnel of love," he corrected. "This is a Halloween carnival. It's a tunnel ofhorror."
"You just want to get me alone in a darkplace."
He grinned and handed over the tickets to the waitingattendant.
We climbed into the ride. The bench was narrow, forcing us to squish together, our hips touching. I didn'tobject.
As the carriage began to move into the dark tunnel, spooky music started up and fake demons and ghosts appeared, lining the walls. The ride seemed more suitable to kids thanadults.
Damon put his hand around mywaist.
"Are you planning on comforting me when the scary monsters jump out?" Iasked.
Damon's hand lowered from my waist to my thigh. He leaned down to press a sucking kiss on my neck. "Comfort isn't what I'mafter."
I shivered as his fingers crept lower to my inner thigh, just barely brushing the apex of my legs. "Do I even need to ask what you'reafter?"
He popped the button on my jeans. My breath caught in my throat. He snuck his hand between the gap, forcing the zipperdown.
"Damon, we're in the middleof—"
His thumb skimmed along the elastic of mypanties.
"In the middle of what?" He nibbled on myear.
"We're—"
I gasped as the tip of his middle finger pressed directly on my clit through the thin cotton. He rubbed in slow, sensual circles. I made a low sound in the back of my throat, trying to keep quiet. I didn't know how far behind the next carriage with the other riders was. He played with me expertly until I was rocking forward to meet his hand. My hips rolled unconsciously, tilting to get more of that delicioussensation.
Encouraged by my response, Damon slid his hand into my panties. My jeans were a tight fit, but there was enough room for him to maneuver. Enough room for his middle finger to slid between my lower lips. I let out amoan.
His lips returned to my throat. His bit down lightly, teething nipping at me. I let out a sharp breath. He soothed the same spot with his tongue, leaving wet trails along my skin. I shivered as he blew cool air over the bitemark.
"You better not leave marks," I warnedbreathlessly.
His only response was to press inside me slowly, inch by inch, taking his time. I whined, low in the back of my throat. He began pumping in and out, my wetness easing the passage. I felt myself squeezing around him,pulsing.
