I won’t be the reason her disguise slips.
Only when I’m sure we’re good, I drag her over the bulge in my pants, locking one arm around her waist like I’m anchoring both of us.
“Fuck, Alaina…” I murmur against her throat, “… tell me to stop.”
But she doesn’t. She just holds me tighter and kisses me again.
The gondola continues to float through nothing but fog and rain. The world is gray. Weightless. Silent, except for the sound of our breathing, the soft creak of the cabin, and the way she keeps moving on my lap.
Her lips break from mine to skim along the edge of my jaw, her breath against my neck. I feel every exhale like electricity running down my spine.
“What do you need, baby girl?”
“You,” she whimpers. “I always neededyou.”
Fuck.
I grip her hips and roll mine up to meet her, guiding her down against me. I need her to feel how hard I am for her. To feel how much I need her too. She gasps, and it nearly undoes me, but it’s not enough, not with the layers between us. The padded bike shorts and the damn gear softens the friction, dulling what we’re both chasing.
I kiss her again, urgently now, my hands roaming. One slips under her jersey, the other tugging at the waistband of her pants. She doesn’t stop me. If anything, she leans into it, her lips parting as my fingers slide lower. I pause when I brush against a soft ball of material hidden inside.
Is that a bundle of socks?
A laugh nearly escapes, muffled by her lips, but I push the distraction aside, sliding them down toward her thigh and into her pant leg, clearing the way, and when I find her pussy, hot and already wet for me, I nearly forget how to breathe.
Holy shit.
Her whole body shudders as I glide my finger over her slit. I kiss her harder, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth as I stroke her slowly. Wanting to see her, I lean back, watching the way her eyes flutter shut as I find her clit, the way her head tilts back, offering me her throat.
That damn hickey.
It flashes like a warning sign, but I don’t care. I press my lips firmly against the other side of her neck, just beneath her jaw, determined to leave my mark and make it clear that, right now, she’smine.
Her hips roll, searching for relief, and I guide her through it with the pad of my thumb, circling her clit before I slide one finger lower, gently testing. She whimpers, leaning forward, and her breath stutters against my neck, catching each time I find that perfect spot. She’s so warm, so wetalready, and when I finally push my finger inside her, a breath leaves my lungs like I’ve been punched in the gut.
She’s tight.God,she’s tight.
I go slow, giving her time to get used to me, but my cock throbs with every twitch of her hips. I’m so hard itactuallyhurts. My thoughts narrow to how good she feels around just one finger, how mind-shattering it would be to be buried inside her.
The smallest voice whispers a reminder that I don’t deserve this, that only moments ago, I told her nobody should be touching her, but rationality fades rapidly beneath the desperate rock of her hips, the silent plea in every movement, every breath she takes against my skin. I’m beyond reason, lost to her completely, starving for more of this.
Starving forher.
My finger slips deeper, working slowly, and when my thumb rubs over her clit again with a little more pressure, her entire body arches, mouth open in a silent cry like I just yanked the breath right out of her lungs, and fuck, my hips jerk up beneath her without meaning to.
Then I slide in a second finger, and she goes rigid.
Something’s changed.
“You’re okay.” I press a kiss to her throat, then a little higher. “You feel so good. So damn perfect.” She exhales a long, shaky breath against my shoulder, and I keep my fingers still as I trail kisses up her neck, whispering more truths against her skin. “You make me crazy, you know that?” She lets out a small whimper, lips hot on my jaw. “I didn’t sleep for days. I couldn’t eat. Couldn’tbreathe.You’re always on my mind, baby girl. Every second. Every breath.”
I kiss her hungrily again, and her lips part beneath mine like she’s starved, too, but when I pull back, somethingflickers across her face when she shifts her hips again, pained.
Shit.Her hip.
I slowly withdraw my fingers, gripping her waist carefully. “Hey,” I say softly, guiding her to stand, my hands braced on her hips. “You okay?”
She nods quickly, eyes wide and luminous, cheeks flushed with desire. She looks achingly and devastatingly beautiful.
