Page 10 of Bitten By Desire (Crooked Point #1)

“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 to is 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.

I knew the other carts on the Ferris wheel could see us.

I knew that we weren’t high up the whole time.

But my skirt was covering his hand. To the naked eye, it just looked like we were making out like high schoolers.

But he wasn’t touching me like a clumsy teenager. He knew exactly what he was doing.

I moaned as my fingers dug into his neck.

“You like that, Emma?” His breath was hot in my ear. “I didn’t take you for someone who liked an audience.” He slipped his finger deep inside of me.

I didn’t think I was someone who liked an audience either. But I liked this. Feeling like I was flying. The taste of apple cider on his lips. His finger slowly torturing me. His warm breath chasing away the cold.

I moaned when the pad of his thumb started tracing ever slower circles along my clit.

It had been a long time since someone touched me. And it had been ten years since it had felt this good. He’d barely touched me and I was about to… God! Yes. I closed my eyes as I let the sensation wash over me.

Bennett cursed again as he felt me pulse around his fingers. But he didn’t stop touching me. If anything he sped up his pace. I was pretty sure he was trying to kill me with pleasure.

I saw stars in my eyes when I opened them to look at Bennett. And the lust on his face had me close to the edge again already. I pressed my lips back against his. If his fingers were this good, I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his tongue.

He groaned into my mouth, like he was so turned on he could barely control himself.

And as I kissed him with his fingers buried deep inside of me, for some reason I opened my eyes again. And I saw Callum Walsh looking up at the Ferris wheel in the distance. Right at me. His golden eyes locked with mine as I came again.