Page 54 of Hard Rock Heat
"Fuck, you're already so wet," hebreathed.
He slid a second finger inside me, joining the first. I moaned again, quietly. My mind fogged over, forgetting about teeth marks and the riders behind us. The only thing that mattered was the motion of his fingers, that exquisite feeling of being spreadopen.
My hips rose and fell, urging him on. He sped up the pace, darting in and out, that rough drag of his skin against my innerwalls.
Pleasure began to overwhelm me, taking hold of me relentlessly. Damon sensed it. He pressed a thumb to my clit and rubbed in a firmcircle.
I choked out a cry, limbs locking up, thighs squeezing his wrist, as the pleasure crashed over me like waves. I shook and panted, fingers curling and uncurling. Sparks flew across my vision, a kaleidoscope of color beneath my closedeyelids.
Slowly, I came back to my senses. I felt Damon slip out of me. Distantly, I was aware of him putting my jeans back into place, zipping up andbuttoning.
He placed a soft kiss on my lips as I continued to take in lungfuls of air. I returned the kiss before slumping against him, resting my head on hisshoulder.
"You're insane," I told him, still breathing heavily. "We're inpublic."
"We're alone in the middle of a dark tunnel," hecorrected.
"Is this what I have to look forward to?" I asked. "Exhibitionism and publicsex?"
"It's not my main kink," he said with a shrug. "But you haven't invited me into your bed yet, so here weare."
I snorted. "Ridiculous, insane, immatureasshole."
"Straight-laced, uptight, good girl," he immediatelyreplied.
"I just let you finger me on a carnival ride," I said. "We need to reevaluate the uptightpart."
"And you need to rethink the asshole part," he said. "I haven't done a single asshole-ish thingtonight."
"True," I agreed. "Maybe I can downgrade you to a lesser insult. Jerk face orsomething."
He laughed and hugged me to his side as the tunnel began to light up. We were reaching the end of the ride. He helped me climb out, like a perfectgentleman.
"How about we try that maze of mirrors next?" he suggested. "Those are alwaysfun."
"You sound like a carnival connoisseur," I said. "Do you go to a lot ofthem?"
"As many as I can," he said. "I'm just a big kid inside,remember?"
The maze was a lot more crowded than the tunnel of love. Damon held my hand tight to keep us from getting separated as people bumped intous.
"At least I know there's going to be no more inappropriate behavior," I said. "There's too many peoplearound."
Damon quirked an eyebrow. "Is that achallenge?"
"No," I saidfirmly.
But he still brushed his thumb back and forth along the back of my hand, like he'd been doing all night. Somehow that small touch inflamed me much the same way his intimate touches had. More so even, because of the tenderness it showed. It wasn't all about sex withDamon.
He leaned in to murmur in my ear. "Wouldn't it be hot to watch ourselves fucking against one of thesemirrors?"
Well. Some of the time it wasn't all aboutsex.
We spent time standing in front of the distorted mirrors, making fun of ourselves as our reflections turned us squat like hobbits, then eerily tall like some creepySlenderman.
"I like this one," Damon declared as he found a mirror that made his chest and shoulders look three times as wide. "I look like He-Man."
"Gross," I said, coming to stand in front of it. "You look like a grotesque ogre. Me, on the other hand…" I turned this way and that. "This makes my boobs look like they're Goodyear blimps. I bet you're lovingthat."
