“God,woman. You’re fucking drenched.” His voice sounded strangled, like the wetness pooling in my core was killing him, like he was drowning in it.
The unfiltereddesperationin his voice was its own kind of touch, heating my lower belly and flooding my pussy, and turning everything into molten pleasure.
I gripped him like a madwoman, clutching his forearm like it was a lifeline. My head was tipped back against his shoulders as I clenched my eyes shut. Biting my lip, frantically holding in the earth-shattering moan that would let everyone on the gondolas around us knowexactlywhat we were up to.
The pressure rocketed higher and higher until I couldn’t take it anymore.
White-hot pleasure pulsed through my veins, igniting every square inch of my body with waves of bliss, as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.
Right at the top of the Ferris wheel, the ride came to a stop. There was nothing but the two of us, like we were in our own world, just for us.
Soaring high, with the moon shining above and euphoria racing through my veins, I was on top of the world.
The Ferris wheel might have stopped up high on this perfect cloudless night… but it was David who made me see stars.
CHAPTER 21
DAVID
I hadan entire plan for the first couple of dates. To show Avril that I was serious, I was going to take my time, letting her feel secure. This was too important for me to rush, not when I was playing for keeps.
But hearing her soft moans, watching her heavy-lidded eyes practically rolling into the back of her head from the pleasure that I had given her… it was enough to drive a man mad.
While Avril was writhing against my hard-on like a goddess who deigned to come down to the earth, blessing me with the prettiest, silkiest pussy that I had ever felt—I saw my plan come apart harder than Avril coming in my arms.
I wasn’t going to make it three dates—I could barely keep myself from sinking into this woman out in public—in front of the entire world… because nothing says that you are serious about a woman more than getting charged for public indecency on a second date.
There was something about Avril that drove me crazy—that turned all of my restraint to dust. I felt about as in control of myself as a drunken moth feels, flitting about in front of a bug zapper in the night. I was starving, and she was the world’s juiciest cut of wagyu sirloin… my oasis and my salvation when—without her, my life was wandering around in the desert. I more than wanted her; I needed her.
Avril was fucking gorgeous.
Her body was lithe, with her trim little waist and those tantalizing curves—everything that I had ever wanted. AndhowI wanted. I don’t think that I had ever seen a girl who made me feel like I was losing my damn fucking mind like Avril.
Fuck.
I didn’t realize that I had a type until I saw Avril and everything clicked. She was my type. She was the most fucking beautiful specimen of a human being that I had ever fucking seen. Avril had the kind of beauty that got in-your-face aggressive with you. She had the kind of beauty that stalked you in the night with a baseball bat and pummeled you with it until your brain was mush—mind filled with nothing but her long lashes, her full lips, and the warmth in her eyes as she smirked saying something ridiculous for the sheer joy of saying something ridiculous.
I never would have believed for a single moment that soulmates were even remotely a possibility.
Until I mether.
It didn’t matter what I thought about soulmates. Mine had already found me, and there was nothing that I could do to change it—not that I’d want to.
Every muscle in my body was tense with the need to claim her—I had to possess her. What was it about this girl that I just couldn’t get out of my head?
She was the best kind of addiction.
She was the woman my soul craved, while my body ached for. I don’t know how to explain it, but the truth was singing in my bones and roaring in my blood—she was the one for me, and I didn’t want to spend one more moment pretending otherwise.
Looking at her made my body feel hot, and if I didn’t make a move to have her, I was going to burn up until there was nothing left of me but a charred and hollowed-out husk.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. If she said no, I’d probably die or something.
Avril’s eyes closed to half-mast. She was the cat who got the cream—and the canary. And every other little fucking thing that she wanted, with that fucking wonderful pussy… her soft skin and her sweet moans… the sweat dripping off her forehead sliding a lazy trail down her cheek…
Fuck.
How was I going to survive the ride around the Ferris wheel without taking her for the first time in this grimy little gondola?
