Chapter 33
Damon wondered if he’d ever get used to waking up with his erection inside Skylar’s mouth. She pulled him deeper as his hips involuntarily thrust in his sleepy state, unable to hold anything back. He shouted as he emptied himself, dazed as she swallowed every drop.
Skylar crawled up his body with a laugh. “Good morning, sweet face.” She kissed him.
His hands skimmed her naked body. “What about you?”
“Fuck yes!” Her thighs parted, letting him find out exactly how needy she was.
He thrust inside, adding the perfect curl to his fingers to drive her to the brink as fast as she’d done for him.
“God, I love your fingers,” Skylar panted. She’d started doing that. She used the term ‘love’ more often than he did, but it was always about a different part of him.
He paused in his thrusting as emotions rushed through him. He knew she did love him, and he never wanted to force her before she was ready, but he couldn’t help letting his desire be known. “What do you love?” he asked.
Her eyes shined at him, more blue than green or brown in their sparkle. She wriggled against his hand. “Are you really stopping?”
He thrust over her G-spot again. “Of course not.” His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, swallowing her next gasp as he worked inside of her. “Fall apart for me, Skylar. I have you.” Her body shuddered as she orgasmed.
They cuddled together afterward, though she never called it that. Her hands found his hair this time, the small swirls of her fingers sending tingles through him.
“We’ve got to get moving. You ready for this last performance on your tour?” she asked.
He’d tried to talk her out of postponing her own tour for her newest album release, but had recognized the avoidance she still sometimes leaned into. “I’m looking forward to following you around instead. How are you feeling?”
Her song had remained in the number one spot longer than anyone had imagined and set an all-new record. Skylar continued to refuse to speak in more detail about her experience in interviews. She responded that if people listened to the lyrics, they’d hear all she wanted to say.
When the interviewers switched to asking who the love song was about, which had made it to number three, she rolled her eyes and said everyone already knew without her saying it and left it at that. It had been important to her that she not use their relationship to jumpstart her new indie label, but remaining out of the public eye was tricky. Most had guessed, even though they hadn’t confirmed it openly.
“I’ll be good once I’m up there singing.” Skylar lifted her head. “Though no crying in the wings every damn time, okay?”
“No promises,” Damon said. He hadn’t yet avoided tearing up when he heard either song.
The cheers of the fans beat through him during his own performance. He’d done interview after interview, being honest about everything besides Skylar, and the media had erupted even further. He’d had a few temporary managers, but hadn’t been able to hire someone permanently yet, so he took care of most things himself, with Mandy forcing him to let her help. It would just take time for him to trust again.
As the first strains of the song that always made him think of Skylar filled the auditorium, the last song of his tour, Damon waved the band and audience to silence.
“I can’t help but want to do this with the person I love more than anything. So if she’s willing…” He trailed off, his eyes finding her like they always did. Skylar made a face at him, but Mandy was there, waiting with the guitar. She took it and walked out.
The audience went wild.
Skylar had taken to wearing more comfortable black jeans with those boots of hers, and one of his shirts, which delighted him. She was sexy as hell, and he kissed her when she was close enough. The cheers he’d thought were loud before erupted even more.
“I love you.” He’d meant to whisper it, but the mic picked up every word.
Skylar grinned at him. “I love you, too, Mr. Sweetface.”
Tingles shot through his body as he stiffened. “What? Like this?” He could barely hear himself over the crowd of fans. Need pulsed through him. “Say it again.”
She brushed a hand through his sweaty hair, leaning up to his ear. “Later. When you’re inside me.”
The damn mic broadcasted that as well.
She laughed as she stepped back and began to play her guitar. When he still couldn’t breathe in time for the cue, her voice sang the words. Soon he joined her, ending in a perfect, beautiful melody. They even sang an encore, since the fans refused to quiet without one.
Later, as they rested in each other’s arms, Skylar said the words he’d been longing for again. The emotion he felt was so intense it almost hurt, and she wiped away his tears. He’d always cry more than her, but Skylar thought he was amazing, and she loved him, and he was more content than he ever could have imagined.
“I love you,” she murmured as her breathing evened out, and he held her all the more tightly against him as he repeated the words, wondering if they would drift into her dreams.