Page 55 of Inevitable

“We’re almost there,” he said, pumping harder, faster, and I wondered whether he meant my orgasm or Roosevelt Island. “Give it to me, baby. Give me everything.”

Goose bumps erupted over my skin from his words. And when he nipped at the skin of my neck, I was lost. My desire almost overpowered me as he thrust his fingers in and out of me. In and out, making my legs shake. Blinding white light followed by one of the most intense releases of my life.

My knees nearly buckled, but he held me, pulling me close to his chest. He rubbed circles on my back, giving me a moment to catch my breath as the tram came to a stop. Passengers waited on the platform, and my body flooded with warmth at the idea of what we’d just done.

The doors opened, and Jonathan turned, tucking me into his side before guiding me out of the tram.

“That was close,” I breathed.

“That was hot.”

I glanced down to his pants where his bulge was definitely more prominent.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Are you asking if I want to eat your sausage again?”

He started laughing, the sound bellowing from deep within. “And you teased me for referencing ‘WAP’ in bed. But no, that’s not what I meant. Not everything is about sex.”

We continued along the street, taking some stairs down to a boardwalk lining the water. A breeze blew off it, the lights of the city blinking from across the river.

“Isn’t it? That’s what this week is, right?”

We stood there a moment, before I couldn’t take it anymore. I realized I didn’t want to hear his answer, and when my eyes caught on an ice cream stand, I rushed ahead. “I’m starving.”

When I glanced back, he was staring after me, and I couldn’t read his expression. Finally, he shook his head. “For ice cream?” He frowned. “We haven’t even had dinner.”

“So?” I challenged, knowing all about his strict rules on dessert. And wanting to see if I could push them. I tugged on his hand. “Come on. Live a little.”

“I’m not sure my heart can handle much more ‘living,’” he teased.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s one meal. And you know you want it.”

“You’re a bad influence.”

“Oh. So, this is all my fault?” I teased, to which he nodded. “Next thing I know, you’ll be blaming this week on me. Saying I seduced you.”

He lifted a shoulder, giving me an expression that said, “If the shoe fits.”

My jaw dropped, and I waited for him to retract his implied statement. “What?”

“What,what?” His nonchalance was unnerving. Was he serious? “You did kiss me first.”

“Um.” I shook my head, closing my eyes briefly. “That’s not how I remember it.”

He stalked toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His scent was all around me, his lips inches from mine, and I softened. “Okay, then. How do you remember it?”

“Come closer,” I whispered, our eyes locked. His darkened, swirling with desire.

“Yes?” he whispered, noses nearly touching.

It was our last night together, and I could feel time slipping away. “Thank you for this week.” I kissed the corner of his mouth, lingering there a moment. “For letting me come with you.”

“I’ll let youcomewith me as many times as you want.”

I rolled my eyes, pushing against his chest. The moment was gone. I walked farther down the path.

“Sumner,” he called.