Chapter 11 - Knife Called Lust
Her heart jumped into her throat at Danny's kiss, it had been so long she had almost forgotten what his hot skin felt like on hers; burning her from the inside to between her thighs, that zing of spark whenever their lips met. Her hands tightened around his biceps as she moaned, his hands clamping down on her hips where they had found their way as he pushed her back against the wall. She whimpered as he thrust his hips up between her thighs and picked her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist. Danny's fingers dug into her muscles so hard it should have hurt, but she loved it, wanted him to grip harder. Emmy's fingers tangled in his, now, messy hair as she pulled to him hard, pressing her heaving breast to his chest.
God, she wanted his shirt off, she wanted to feel his heat on her body so badly she thought she would go insane if she couldn't. Her nimble fingers gripped the collar of his tee-shirt and pulled, tugging it up hard so that he would get the message. He chuckled and reached around to jerk the clothing off, exposing his bare muscled chest. Emmy devoured him with her eyes and leaned forward, biting his neck, collar-bone, and shoulder, all the while gripping him as if he might run.
"You're turn," he growled darkly as he ripped open her shirt, buttons flying every which way from the force.
He groaned when he looked down at her breasts, tilting his head to kiss the swell of each one. Emmy gasped and moaned loudly, she had missed being touched there so much. It had been so long. Danny pulled the cups of her bra down, forcing her breast to pop out and he took her right nipple into his hot mouth. Emmy cried out and arched her back. His mouth was so hot she thought she'd lose her mind from the sensation. He adept tongue twirled around her nipple and he sucked hard. She felt heat gather between her thighs, she was so wet she hurt, aching from need. Danny growled at her response and pulled back from her breast, making her whimper and bit her lower lip, but he attacked her mouth once more, delving in to taste her. She gasped and her legs tightened round his waist, grinding his erection into her hot, aching need.
"Danny," she gasped holding his head as he went for her nipples again, ripping her shirt the rest of the way off.
Danny groaned at the sound of her moans and pulled them back from the wall, walking to the bed where he dropped Emmy. She squealed and giggled, blushing darkly as she looked up at Danny, meeting his darkened gaze, that look that said he wanted to devour every inch of her. She bit her lip, now that she wasn't being overwhelmed by him she felt her shyness creeping back in. She looked away from Danny's bare chest and brought her arms up around her body.
Danny knelt on the bed over her, "No, no, no, no, no," he murmured kissing her arms where they lay on her stomach, "Don't cover up. I love looking at you," he pulled her arms to show her belly which he kissed gently, "You don't ever have to cover up around me, Emmy."
She gasped when his lips touched her sensitive belly and tightened her hands to fists, closing her eyes, "Danny," she panted pulling at her arms slightly, "Wait."
Danny kissed up her belly to her bare breasts, "First," he said with a dark, sexy smile, tugging at her bra "I want to get this thing off of you."
Emmy blushed darker and was relived she'd pick the one bra she owned that opened in the front. Danny unhooked it and his eyes lit with a brighter fire than before at the site of Emmy almost naked. She moved to bring her arms up again, but Danny caught them and pushed them to her side, "I want to see you, Emmy," Danny whispered as he kissed the space between Emmy's breast, "I want to see all of you."
Emmy's heart raced as Danny's hands lightly trailed down her trim waist and his finger tips caught the waist of her pants. Her eyes went huge as Danny slowly, watching her all the while, pulled her pants down and off before crawling back up to hover over her.
"Danny," Emmy breathed as Danny's hands grabbed her waist, feeling his fingertips inching closer to the things she hoped he'd never see, "Wait. Please, there's something -"
Danny stopped her from speaking by crushing her lips with his and running his free hand between her legs. Emmy cried out as his agile fingers slipped past her panties and into her slick folds. She threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him as her mind fogged and stopped working all together. He used his thumb to rub her clit as his middle finger slipped inside of her.
"Danny!" Emmy cried as her nails dug into his back, "Oh, God, Danny, don't stop! Dear God, don't stop!"
Danny chuckled, "You ask me like I planned to anytime soon," he whispered in her ear before taking it in his mouth, "But you react like that and I don't want you to stop."
She whimpered as he bit down on her neck, "But," she said through gasps, "You need attention too. I can feel how much you need it."
She rubbed her knee against his rock hard erection to clarify, making him growl deep in his chest, "I can wait," Danny panted, "Ladies first, after all."
Emmy nearly screamed when he easily slid his ring finger inside of her, she was so close already. She whimpered into his neck as he quickened his pace, driving into her harder and faster, with each deft move of his hand, pushing her so much closer.
"I'm gonna-" her words were cut off as the orgasm exploded in her and she screamed his name, clinging to Danny for dear life as the waves of ecstasy coursed through her body.
What was seconds, yet felt like hours, passed before Danny drew back from Emmy and looked down at her, a half smirk playing on his lips, "Damn," he chuckled, "So soon? And I hadn't even gotten to the good part yet."
Emmy giggled breathlessly, "It's," she trailed off looking away as she blushed, "It's been a while for me."
"Really?" Danny questioned in surprise, the shock clearly written all over his face.
Emmy squirmed under his gaze, "Yeah," she mumbled, "I don't exactly attract a lot of attention."
"I don't believe that for a second," he stated kissing her hard and fast, "You are unbelievably hot. I can't imagine you not getting attention of any kind."
Emmy blushed and looked away from him, "I am not," she mumbled.
She felt Danny move as he brought a hand up to her face, taking her chin and forcing her to look at him, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever meet," he said gently as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, "I hate that you can't see it, but you are nonetheless."
Emmy blushed darker at his attention and kissed the palm of his hand.
A knock came from the door.
"Oh, my God!" Emmy gasped in a whisper covering her face.
Danny laughed loudly laying his head on the bed beside Emmy's shoulder, still on top of her.
"Is it safe?" Mark called from the other side of the door.
"Hold on," Danny answered from Emmy who had her face buried in the bed in mortification.
"I'm never leaving this room," Emmy's muffled voice announced as she rolled over kneeling on the bed.
"Yes," Danny playfully spanked her making her yelp, "You are. He made us dinner. We can't be rude."
"I am not going out there to face him after this," Emmy blushed darkly, "He heard everything."
Danny chucked and crawled onto the bed with her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, "It's not that big of a deal, Emmy. You heard him all the time, too, right?"
Emmy bit her lip, "Well, yeah," she said into the bed, making her voice muffled, "All the time."
"Then, it's just pay back," Danny said kissing her shoulders, "If that makes you feel any better, think of it that way."
Emmy giggled, "Fine," she conceded, "Let's go get dinner then."
Emmy couldn't stand the thought of facing Danny after that, not after cumming so soon as she had. She blushed harder as she remembered how fast she came with Danny just fingering her, but then it drained when she realized Danny had stopped moving.
And she was laying on her stomach.
Shirtless.
She flipped over quickly, her eyes wide, as she hurriedly moved back to the head of the bed away from Danny, her hands over her back as she went. She knew he'd seen them; she could see it in the look in his eyes as he watched her move away from him. The silence stretched as they both waited for the other to say something, but Emmy couldn't get over that look in Danny's eyes. The anger, confusion, hatred and hurt all swirling like living flame inside the depths of those beautifully breath-taking eyes of his; eyes that didn't deserve having those emotions reflecting in them. She pulled her knees to her chest, crossing her arms protectively around her legs, as she stared down at the bed.
What would he say, she wondered, would he say anything at all?
The silence stretched out between them, neither willing to break it first.
"Will you ever tell me what happened?" Danny asked when he couldn't take the silence anymore.
All she could do was shrug, terrified she would say the wrong thing if she allowed herself to open, terrified he would leave. They always left when they saw. How many people had she lost because of them? Would Danny be next to leave her?
"I've known for a while," he added and her head jerked up.
He knew? What did he know? What did he think he knew?
Her heart raced inside her chest as her wide doe eyes stared into Danny's.
"I felt them," he said slowly sitting on the bed, like he was afraid if he moved to fast she would bolt, that was almost enough to make her laugh, "That last day we saw each other before I left for the tour, in the parking lot. I thought that, maybe if I gave you time, you would tell me, but you never did, then the guys looked you up online while we were on the road."
Emmy's heart constricted. He knew everything. She couldn't breathe, but she held her legs tighter to her chest. He knew.
He knew everything.
She chanced a glance up at Danny and her heart almost broke at the look in his eyes. He hurt for her, as clear as day his heart broke for what she had gone through.
"What all do you know?" she asked him her voice breaking slightly.
"I kind of know what your father did to you," Danny answered quickly sliding closer a fraction, "At least, that he abused you viciously . . . And that you killed him."
Emmy ducked her head at that, wincing when it was said out loud, "Yes," she confessed knitting her fingers together, "I did kill Salus."
"From what I understand, Emmy, he deserved it," Danny said softly.