Page 75 of Hard Rock Heat
"I want to watch youcome."
I snapped my jaw shut. His heated eyes narrowed atme.
"Your flushed face, your red, kissable lips, your blissed out expression…" His eyes dropped to my mouth, nostrils flaring. "I've been dying to see itagain."
I inhaled a shaky breath, the pulsing between my thighs growingstronger.
"And you think here and now is the best time for that?" I asked, refusing to show him how affected I was. I wasn't going to give in thateasily.
"No time like the present," hesaid.
"You'reso…."
"You're already getting wet at the thought of putting that thing inside yourself, aren't you?" A wicked little smirk crossed his face. "You're getting wet thinking about me being in control of your pleasure. Thinking about me giving you exactly what youneed."
I suppressed a whimper, my breathing going shallow. He was right. The beginnings of wetness was making itself known between mylegs.
I shifted in my seat, squirming, trying to alleviate theache.
"You're insane if you think I'm going to use this in public," Isaid.
"Using it in public is the whole point," he said. "No one will know what we're doing. It's discrete. It'shot."
My hands trembled. Before I could say anything, the waiter returned with our glasses of water. I shoved the bag under thetablecloth.
Damon nodded his thanks and took a sip, keeping his eyes trained on mine the wholetime.
"You really want me to…?" I trailed off, looking back in the bag, not able to say it outloud.
"I want you to put that vibrator in your pussy and I want to make you come in the middle of thisrestaurant."
He said the words matter-of-factly, at speaking volume, not even trying to bequiet.
The thought of doing something so dirty, so naughty, was making my head spin. I'd never done anything like thisbefore.
Then again, what I'd told Damon was true. I'd done a lot of things I'd never done before because ofhim.
I met his eyes. For all that they were full of hunger, they also held achallenge.
This was practically adare.
Damn thatman.
Before I could second guess myself I got up from the table. I walked calmly to the ladies room, bag gripped tight in my hand. Luckily the restaurant had private rooms, notstalls.
I took the egg out of its plastic case. I washed it with soap and hot water in the sink, both to sanitize and to heat it up. I held it in my hand and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were wide and bright. My cheeks werepink.
And yes, my panties were alreadydamp.
It was almost embarrassing, trying to put the thing inside myself, but once it was situated correctly, I could barely feelit.
I washed my hands, put my skirt back into place and tucked in my blouse. With a deep breath, I left thewashroom.
I could have sworn every single person I passed looked at me funny, as if everyone knew exactly what I'd just done. Exactly what I was about todo.
Of course, that was just my head playing tricks on me. I knew that. Still, I ducked my head and hurried back to the table. I took my seat. I expected it to be uncomfortable, but I still couldn't feel athing.
"Is it in?" Damon asked under his breath. Now he wasquiet.
