Page 31 of Bitten By Desire
He laughed. “I’d hold your hand the whole time.”
“But what if something jumps out and scares us and we run in opposite directions?” I thought about how scary that walk up to Callum’s gothic house had been. I didn’t want to feel like that again. I was pretty sure fear was part of the reason I’d so easily spread my legs for him.
“It’s not like one of those scary amusement parks where people pop out to scare you. I think it’s kid friendly.”
“There’s no way you can convince me to go into that thing and get murdered.”
“I really will keep you safe.” He kept his arm securely around my shoulders as the Ferris wheel finally started up. “You’re not one to take chances, huh?”
I wouldn’t say that exactly. But the last time I took a chance…Callum Walsh ruined me. I didn’t want to be ruined anymore. And just because I didn’t want to go into the haystack maze, it didn’t mean I couldn’t take a chance.
I maneuvered onto his lap and straddled him, ignoring the way the safety bar pressed against my back. I desperately wanted to forget about Callum. And I wanted to do that with Bennett.
“I really don’t think we’re supposed to do this,” he said. But he didn’t try to push me off. His hands fell to my hips. His fingertips dug into my skin to keep me in place.
The safety bar made it so that our chests were flush. And I swear I could feel my heart beating against his.
“Supposed tois a little overrated, don’t you think?”
He raised his right eyebrow at me.
I had a feeling this time when I took a crazy chance, I wouldn’t end up with a broken heart. The wind rushed through my hair.
Bennett reached up and pushed it out of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair. I was vaguely aware of how high up we were. How the cart was suddenly creaking more. How fast the wheel was spinning. Or maybe it was just my head that was spinning.
“I dare you to take another chance,” Bennett said.
“What did you have in mind?”
He pulled my face down to meet his, pressing his lips firmly against mine.
And it was the kind of kiss I’d been dreaming about for ten years. All consuming. I felt like I was flying. And it wasn’t just the Ferris wheel. It was him. He made me feel alive. Just like I had when Callum touched me. And I suddenly felt drunk. Drunk on him. Drunk on this moment. I needed so much more than a kiss.
I spread my legs wider, grinding against him as I deepened the kiss. He tasted sweet, like apple cider. And I couldn’t get enough. I shifted on his lap, trying to drive him as crazy as I felt.
One of his hands dropped from my hip and landed on my thigh. It inched higher, painfully slowly.
The wind whipped through my hair again, but I didn’t dare separate our kiss. I didn’t want this moment to end. I just needed one touch.
“I don’t think anyone can really see us up here,” I whispered against his lips. “Do you?”
“We’re only high up half the time.” But his fingers trailed higher still, dipping below the hem of my dress.
I hoped my whimper disappeared into the eerie music.
“I swear I don’t want just a one night stand, Emma.”
Honestly I didn’t even care what he wanted from me. I was more concerned about what I needed from him. I grinded on his lap.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His index finger lightly brushed against the front of my thong.
And I wasn’t sure if he was cursing because of the sensation of me on his lap, or because he liked how wet I was.
I leaned down and kissed him behind his ear. “Please.” I hated that I was begging. But I needed this so badly. “I haven’t been touched in so long…”
I didn’t need to say any more. Because his index finger had just slipped beneath my thong, tracing my wetness.
He groaned.
