Page 78 of Hard Rock Heat

The heat in his gaze flared up. "Are youclose?"

"Yes," I nearlymoaned.

"Can you come without touching yourself?" he asked. "Can you come with just that toy insideyou?"

"I— I don't know," I gasped out quietly. "I've never… I've always…" I've always needed some stimulation on my clit to send me over theedge.

"I want you to come, Faith." His voice was commanding. "I want you to come just likethis."

"I… don't know ifI…"

With another click of the remote, the vibrations went crazy. I fell forward, catching myself with both hands on the table before I face planted into mymeal.

"Oh god." Imoaned.

"Look at me," hedemanded.

I fought to raise my head. I met Damon's eyes. They were bright and glassy, almost fogged over with lust, the same as mine must havebeen.

"I wish it was my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours." Damon's eyes narrowed. "I wish I was the one fucking you, feeling that tight heat around me. I want to be the one who gives you this kind of pleasure. The onlyone."

"You are," Iwhimpered.

"Come for me," hesaid.

"I—"

"Faith." We locked gazes. "Come for menow."

He clicked the remote again. The vibe jumped insideme.

My vision whited out and I exploded. My mouth parted into a silent O. I let out a strangled, high pitched keen. All my muscles tensed and shook, contracting and releasing over and overagain.

Pure pleasure sang through my veins, from my core, through all my nerve endings, to the tips of my fingers and toes. It went on and on and on as the vibe continued to buzz inside me. I shook and panted and whined as quietly as Icould.

Distantly, I felt the vibe slow, going down each setting one by one as Damon guided me through my never-endingorgasm.

Finally, the vibe stopped. My head fell back against the booth as my limbs went limp. My whole body quaked withaftershocks.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous when you come," Damon said outloud.

I moaned a smallwarning.

"Don't worry, there's no one around," he said. "I was waiting for the couple at the other table to leave before I turned it up all theway."

I rolled my limp neck to stare at him, pantingheavily.

"You're welcome," he said, twinkle in his heatedeyes.

I wet my lips, but couldn't formwords.

"I hope you weren't looking forward to eating that meal," hesaid.

"Why?" I managed to say with a quick exhalation ofair.

That teasing expression turned carnal. "Because right now I need to take you home and bury my cock inside those pretty pink lips ofyours."

The throbbing and fluttering of my inner walls had nothing to do with the vibe still in me. I couldn't help the quickening of my heartbeat. "I was never a big fan of French foodanyway."