The carousel carries us up and down, the motion making us bump against each other, but neither of us cares. I grab on to his shirt, pulling him closer, and he groans against my lips, a sound that vibrates through my entire body.
He tastes like strawberries. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming, tasting, demanding, and I give him everything. Every hesitation I’ve been clinging to, every wall I’ve built, they crumble under the passion of his kiss.
We’re moving with the ride now, rising and falling, and somehow that makes it better. More urgent. Like we’re suspended in our own world where nothing else exists.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to shift us, his hands gripping my hips and lifting me like I weigh nothing. Suddenly I’m on his lap, my legs between his spread thighs, and he pulls me flush against him, feeling him hard and thick against my hip, and I’m gasping for air.
“Better,” he murmurs, and then his mouth is on mine again.
This kiss is different. Deeper, more desperate. His hands are everywhere—sliding up my back, gripping my waist, tangling in my hair. I’m drowning in him, in his scent and the solid heat of his body against me.
The carousel keeps spinning, the music keeps playing, and I stop thinking entirely.
When his mouth finally leaves mine, it’s only to trail down my neck, teeth grazing my skin. I cling to his shoulders, my head falling back, and a moan escapes me that I couldn’t stop if I tried.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my skin. “The sounds you make. I’ve been imagining them for days.”
“Kai…”
His hand slides up my thigh where my skirt has ridden up. “Do you know how hard it’s been? Lying next to you last night, breathing you in, knowing you were right there and I couldn’t touch you how I wanted to?”
“Yes.” My voice is shaky.
“I could smell how much you wanted us.” His hand inches higher, slipping under the hem of my skirt. “Could feel it when Carter marked you, when you came for him. You have no idea what that did to me.”
I shiver, his words twisting my insides. “Then show me.”
Something shifts in his expression. It’s darker, more intense, bleeding through the playful charm, and his grip on my thigh tightens.
“Stand up for me,” he says quietly.
My heart stutters. “Oh?”
“On your feet in front of me, doll.”
I don’t know why I obey. Maybe it’s the command in his voice, the Alpha authority bleeding through. Maybe it’s the desperate need building between my legs, demanding satisfaction.
I climb off his lap on shaky legs and stand before him, gripping the brass poles on either side of the carriage for balance. The carousel is still moving, making me sway slightly, and Kai stares up at me with eyes gone dark as storm clouds.
His gaze travels down my body. My breath is coming too fast, my skin flushed. He sits back on the carousel carriage, all relaxed confidence, while I stand there in front of him, pretending I’m not one inhale away from losing my mind.
His hand lifts, knuckles brushing the front of my shirt. “Let me,” he murmurs, and it isn’t a question. He undoes my top button with maddening patience, then the next, tugging the fabric open more and more to show him what he wants. Cool air slips in. Heat explodes everywhere else. I suck in a breath, and my whole body reacts as though it’s been waiting for permission.
His gaze fixes on the skin he’s exposed, the lace bra, and the look on his face turns feral. He leans forward and cups my breasts through the fabric. I moan before I can stop it, and his mouth curves.
“So damn gorgeous,” he says softly as he peels down the lace of my bra, completely exposing my breasts while I’m holding on to the poles.
He drags his thumbs over my erect nipples, teasing just enough to make my breath hitch again, then he looks up atme through his lashes, completely focused. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”
Then his hands are on my thighs again.
They slide up, pushing my skirt higher as they go. I suck in a breath when his fingers find the waistband of my panties.
“Kai, we’re—anyone could?—”
“There’s no one here but us.” His eyes hold mine as he hooks his fingers in the fabric.
“No one’s going to see you but me.”
