His groan of approval is gritty, scratching over my pebbled skin when my throbbing center settles over the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck,” he rasps, breaking the connection. “Aren’t you an eager little thing?”
I can only nod before going in for another kiss, this one deeper. His hands cup my ass, fingers flexing over the thin material of my dress. Mine explore his silky strands, reveling in the way his hips thrust up when my nails scrape his scalp.
No one has ever kissed me this way before.
I’ve never felt such an intense desire to kiss someone like this.
Minutes. Hours. Time moves both sluggishly and at warp-speed as we melt into each other under the fall sky.
SIX
WARREN
I’m dizzy.Breaths ragged. Starved of oxygen.
High altitude isn’t the cause. It’s the woman grinding on my lap and tugging at my hair to angle our kiss better.
My hands roam her backside before slipping under the hem of her dress. Velvet-smooth skin meets my rough palms. I think she’s commando until I find a tiny scrap of lace hidden between the globes of her pert ass. It’s fucking soaked, and I’m about ready to come in my pants, one hundred feet in the air.
She sucks in a breath when my middle finger strokes over the damp material.
“Oh fuck,” she moans into my mouth.
“Is this okay?” I toy with the hem.
She nods rapidly. “Touch me right now, or I’ll implode.”
“We can’t have that.” I pull her panties to the side and almost bite through my lip when I meet her silken, wet heat. I waste no time dipping a finger into her pussy, teasingly at first, before working it deeper until I’m up to my third knuckle. “Jesus, Harriet. So tight.”
“Feels good. Really good.” She rocks into my touch,brushing against my painfully hard cock with each rotation of her hips. “Keep going.”
I add a second digit and pump in time with her movements. Our mouths fumble their way together again. Any trace of the ice cream is gone, but I explore her mouth in search of it anyway. She soaks my hand, little whimpers purring down my ear. I’m about to add a third finger when the ride jerks suddenly and lights flicker to life, pulling us apart.
Metal groans as the ride comes to life again. Breathless, eyes wild, I rub my thumb along her swollen bottom lip.
“One truth?”
Her laughter ripples through the air. “Sure.”
“Asking you to come back to my motel with me will be the best decision I’ve made in a long time.”
She searches my face for a deeper meaning. “You haven’t asked me yet.”
I lean in, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. “Will you come back with me, Harriet?”
“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation. “Let’s get off this death trap.”
Once we disembark the Ferris wheel, we speed walk through the crowd. We’re both giddy and eager when we climb into my truck, our hands wandering any chance they get. Anticipation for what’s next sends the butterflies in my stomach berserk.
We both text our friends. I give her the address of my motel, though she ignores the request from her friend to send them a picture of my driver’s license. I let my brother know I’ve returned to the motel and to not be disturbed, a text bound to trigger a storm of questions in the morning.
Right now, I couldn’t give a fuck.
When we pull into the parking lot, I cut the engine and admire the blush still painting her chest.
“What now?” The words flutter past her lips.
