Page 76 of Switching Skates
“That one.Got it.”
Why in the hell did I ever agree to go out with him tonight?
This was such a mistake because he’s tearing down all of my walls and leaving me raw and wanting. Something I definitely was hoping to avoid tonight.
Mason’s charm and charisma are no secret to anybody, and he damn well knows it. But I wasn’t ready to fall prey to it tonight. Maybe that’s an oversight on my part, but I’m struggling to keep from throwing myself at him in front of everyone.
He gets two ride passes for the night, and we get in line for a roller coaster, not that I need it to flip my stomach. Mason’s doing that just fine on his own.
Is it so bad that I’m having the time of my life, teasing him tonight?
It’s not that I don’t want him. I just don’t want to set myself up to get hurt all over again. The pull between us is obviously there.
We’re adults now. We aren’t kids anymore. Maybe we could have a little fun without getting our emotions too involved. The line is getting shorter and shorter, and so is my fuse on jumping his bones.
We scoot forward, and Mason positions himself directly behind. me, goose bumps form across my arms and shoulders as his right fingers graze the side of my waist.
Stepping back, I flatten my backside against him, and his grip tightens, driving me crazy. Lifting and dropping my hip ever so slightly, he growls in my ear. My core tightens, arousal pooling in my center.
Raising my hand, I overlap it on his, brushing my thumb back and forth as I gently grind back against his dick.
I gasp at the pressure that definitely wasn’t there before. His lips press into the top of my head, and he sways us slowly side to side, taking control of my movements.
His free hand wraps around the other side of my waist, and I feel completely engulfed by his presence.
Lifting our connected hands, I bring them to my lips and kiss his palm. Tingles run down my back, and another side of me takes over—someone fearless and animalistic.
I flick my tongue against his skin, and his other hand on my waist pinches me. I jump back into him from the intensity.
His lips hit my ear. “You get off on teasing me in public, Sunset. I love it.” His voice is almost unrecognizable, rough and needy. “One more move, and I’ll take you right here.”
I giggle and spin in his grasp, looking straight up at him. A massive mistake because his gaze is almost too intense to hold,too passionate and hot. I’m trapped in it, at his mercy, as he slides his hand into my hair and tilts my head back.
Oh God, we are totally being one of those handsy couples in line at the fair. But right now, I couldn’t give a fuck about what everyone else might think. I don’t even have the capacity to think at all with him holding me like this.
He bends down and kisses my cheek once, then my jaw, and the shell of my ear. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
I shake my head side to side, and he tugs me closer until I can reallyfeelit.
“Oh.”
Great dirty talk, Daphne.
“Tease meallfucking night, and I’ll thank you afterward. There’s no pressure or expectations. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give.” He pulls back enough to meet my eyes, but his voice becomes soft, only loud enough for me to hear. “But I make no promises that I won’t beg, helplessly and pathetically for your touch.”
I roll my eyes playfully at his confession.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, seriousness in his eyes and tone. “Don’t you get it, Daphne? I’m yours completely, regardless if you’re mine.”
“Next!” the worker calls out behind me, and I blink myself out of my blood-pumping stupor.
God, I can’t even think straight right now. I feel like I’m floating onto the ride as we ascend the stairs and settle into the roller-coaster car, buckling ourselves in. Mason lifts his arm and throws it over my shoulders, closing the distance between us.
“Good to go,” the worker calls out to the guy at the control panel, and a second later, the roller coaster starts chugging forward.
Mason slides his fingers over the top of my bare thigh, his giant hand covering the top completely, which is a feat since my thighs aren’t exactly small.
His fingers pulse with squeezes, and I clench my thighs together as the worker walks by each cart, tugging on the safety belts.
