The lights blink on and off as the wheel slowly starts to turn. Elijah’s calm and collected, grinning like a bastard next tome.
“You aren’t scared of anything, are you?” Iask.
“Only a fewthings.”
“What, base jumping?” I say with a bit ofsnark.
He only smiles, his gaze drifting from my eyes to my lips. “One day, I’ll tell you.” Cupping my cheek, he presses his lips againstmine.
The hinges creak and groan before the car suddenly lurches forward, catching my stomach. I grab onto Elijah, balling his shirt in my fists as we fly backward, the bucket swinging. “I hatethis.”
He laughs. “It’s perfectlysafe.
We shoot forward again. It looks like we’ll launch right off the Ferris Wheel and onto the beach. I scream just as the car catches, going backwardagain.
“What do you think is going to happen?” He sweeps the stray strands of hair from my face, tucking them underneath the edge of the cap I forgot Iwore.
“The worst,” I whisper. I no longer care how ridiculous Isound.
He shakes his head, then grabs me and plants a kiss on me. I melt into him, clinging to his arms as the car rocks back andforth.
“I really do hate you,” I whisper, at this point, in a desperate bid to convincemyself.
“I don’t believethat.”
“Youshould.”
One of his hands drops to my lap and inches up my thigh. Soon enough, the bucket sways on the track again, but I pay it no mind, instead, I spread my legs. “Touch me,” I say, locking my eyes withElijah’s.
Smiling against my lips, his hand dips between my thighs. “See, I told you. You aren’t as tame as youbelieve.”
I respond with a deep, hard kiss while the music and screams and laughter of the park whirl aroundus.
“What’s your dirtiest fantasy?” He nips at my jaw while teasing my slit. “What filthy things do youcrave?”
“You,” I whisper before thrusting my tongue into hismouth.
His finger plunges inside me, and I wrap my arm around his shoulder, bringing his body closer. “Do you like it when I play with you like this?” Going deeper, harder while pressing his thumb to my clit. “Where we may getcaught?”
The familiar flood of adrenaline he so easily conjures up sweeps through me like a rogue wave. I feel muscles tense at the thought of being seen, and hesmirks.
“Yes,” Igroan.
“Would you enjoy other men watching me spread your prettypussy?”
The lights of the Ferris wheel blink red and blue and green. The axis to the track creaks like an old, rusted swing set. I’m so wet, so turned on I can’t catch my breath. I find myself leaning against the metal seat and opening my legs wider. The light breeze blowing over my exposed skin energizes me while the soft lull of the music and commotion of the people below adds a sense of danger I find shamefullyaddictive.
“Do you know how hard it is for me not to fuck you right here?” he says while burying two fingers inside my core, crooking them until he coaxes amoan.
The Ferris wheel reaches another tipping spot, and the car whooshes across the track, springs and coils squeaking as the bucket violently rocks back andforth.
“Look at all those people,” he whispers against my throat, and the heat of his breath threatens to send me over the edge. “And not one of them knows I’m touching yourpussy.”
I open my eyes while he strokes me, hard anddetermined.
And as the car slowly descends, I give into him. Throwing my head back and lettinggo.
Letting go, like he always promised Iwould.
By the time the operator opens the door and wishes us a good night, I’m still trying to catch mybreath.
Elijah smiles when he reaches for my hand, and we stroll along the boardwalk, the carnival a kaleidoscope of color. I almost forget we aren’t two normal people on an ordinarydate.
But we’renot.
I’m aconquest.
And he’s my chance to prove I can do things I never thought Icould.
