Page 77 of Hard Rock Heat

"Nah." His eyes drifted to the side, watching the waiter approach. "Thisisevil."

"What—"

The waiter appeared at thetable.

The toy turnedon.

I let out a chokedwhimper.

The tiniest of vibrations started up inside me. It rubbed against my inner walls, quick little tremors sending tingles shooting through me. I immediately clenched down, muscles rippling. It only served to intensify thesensation.

"Your main course," the waiter said. "Can I get you anythingelse?"

"Yes, actually." Damon began peppering him with questions. Who was the chef, where had they trained, how long had the restaurant been open, perhaps we would have wine after all and did he have anyrecommendations?

I sat still, or as still as I could be, considering. My thighs were tense. My belly tightened, then relaxed, then tightened again. I kept both palms firmly on the table, hoping to counteract the trembling. I held my breath, throat closed up, trying to prevent any embarrassing sounds from leaving mymouth.

The sensations were familiar. After all, I'd used vibrators onmyself.

But never like this. Never in public. Never with someone else incontrol.

Never with Damon's eyes burning intomine.

"I could recommend a few wines if you would like," the waiter said. "But our sommelier knows much more than I do. Shall I askher?"

I thought Damon would say yes and send the waiter on hisway.

I jolted and almost yelped as the vibrations got faster, the toy turning up anotch.

"We don't need to bother her," he said. "Why don't you go through the list withus?"

The pleasure intensified. My limbs shook with small tremors. My toes curled in my shoes. My lips unconsciously parted with a silent puff of air. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep frommoaning.

"I think we'll skip the wine after all," Damon said when the waiter was finished. I almost let out a sigh of relief, thinking that he wouldleave.

He turned up the vibe again. I nearly came then andthere.

"Maybe you could walk us through the dessert menu?" Damon said, eyes sparkling as they glanced atme.

"I'll fetch it for you," the waitersaid.

I almostrelaxed.

"No need," Damon said. "Why don't you just tell us about some of thespecials?"

I nearly screamed with frustration. Or maybe pleasure. My insides were pulsing and throbbing almost painfully. I caught my hips making small rocking motions. I locked all my muscles. So far the waiter hadn't noticed anything, but if he caught me humping my seat, I'd die ofembarrassment.

I turned my head to the side and squeezed my eyes shut, taking shallow breaths. It was no use. The pleasure was reaching unbearable heights. It felt so,sogood. I wasn't sure if it was because of the toy, or because we were in the middle of a restaurant, or because I knew it was Damon doing this to me, but all of it combined to cause one enormous wave of pleasure, a tsunami threatening to crash into me and send mereeling.

Finally, mercifully, Damon sent the waiter away. There was no way he hadn't noticed something odd, but he left without a word, polite andprofessional.

"I hate you," I said, voicestrangled.

"No," he corrected, teasing. "You love me.Remember?"

I did allow myself to rock back and forth, then. I slowly opened my eyes. The need I saw in Damon's must have reflected myown.

"Please," Iwhimpered.