Page 19 of Not in the Plans (London Lightning #1)

Chapter Sixteen

OLIVIA

B y the time we make it to the Tower Bridge, a light rain patters down around us. The roads are slick as cars whiz by.

People are hurrying into pubs to wait out the weather.

“Wait here.”

Tag hurries towards the ticket booth as I stand under an awning to try and stay dry.

The skies are darkening fast as the rain picks up.

A river cruise sails under the bridge with very few people on the open deck.

I breathe in the cold air, letting it fill my lungs.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I half expect it to be from Imogen or Sienna, inviting me out tonight, but it’s not.

Dad

Your mother said that you are still working for the hockey team. If you would like me to enquire about more suitable positions for you in the city, please email my secretary and she will work on thi s

Of course.

There should be no point in getting worked up over a text, but it’s hard not to. I haven’t spoken to either of my parents since the day in the park, but what I do get is another reminder that I am not living up to the Montrose name.

All they want is for their daughter to have a suitable job and a man they deem appropriate.

“You ready?”

“What?” I spin, stuffing my phone into my coat pocket.

“Let’s go.” Tag holds the door open for me, waving two tickets in hand.

“Isn’t it closing?” I ask, following him inside.

The sexy man in front of me beams back at me. “I paid him off. We get it for another two hours.”

“Really?”

He nods. “No one is here because of the weather, so really, they’re making money off us.”

Linking his hand with mine, Tag pulls me toward the exhibit entrance. Wide, chocolate-brown stairs disappear up through the maze of the tower. On the first landing, there’s the history of the bridge and its construction.

It’s quiet. I guess the man working was right when he said no one was coming here today.

Tag isn’t bothering to stop and read about the history as we pass. By the time we make it to the walkways over the roadway below, my breathing is labored.

“Okay, not all of us are training with the hockey team every day, Tag,” I tell him.

Plexiglass lets us see everything below us. Lights flash up from cars and buses passing on the road.

“Does being this high bother you?” Tag asks, walking towards the middle of the walkway. “It seems weird that we can see straight down.”

“I don’t like heights, but this doesn’t bother me.”

“Really?” Tag glances at me before coming over to take my hand. “I was wondering why you agreed to this.”

It’s quiet up here with no one else with us. The lights of the city flicker through the low clouds.

Walking towards the middle of the bridge, I rest my hands on the railing in front of the glass windows. “This bridge has been here for so long, that it feels unmovable. Like when I’m up here, nothing is going to happen to me.”

“Really?” Tag moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I sink back into his touch, reveling in his warmth, nodding. “I feel safe with all the metal. I know it seems counterintuitive, but it’s like it’s holding me up.”

Tag sweeps my hair to the side and presses a kiss to my neck. Heat snakes through me at the soft touch.

“You’re pretty incredible, you know that?”

“Not really.”

“Yes, you are.” His voice is firm. Strong hands drift low on my waist, untucking the blouse. “Let me show you just how incredible you are.”

Tag’s hand pushes into my pants. The callouses on his hands cause goose pimples to erupt all over my skin.

“Tag, we can’t.” It’s not much of a protest. In fact, I push back into him, urging him on.

“Why not? There’s no one here but us.” His hand dips lower, finding the hem of my panties and brushing past them. “Let go, Liv. You’re safe with me.”

Grasping onto his forearm, I push his hand down farther. “Do it.”

“That’s it, baby. ”

Tag sinks one finger inside me, and it takes everything I have not to come immediately.

I wrap the side of my coat around my front to hide what we’re doing.

“Do you think all those people on the boats down there can see what we’re doing?” Tag’s voice is a whisper. “See that I’m going to make you come on my hand while we’re standing here and they’re gazing around at all the sights?”

“Make me come,” I beg.

Pressure builds as I sink my nails into Tag’s forearm, urging him on. Wanting him to go deeper.

“I love how needy you are for me. That you didn’t even question as I finger this sweet little pussy of yours.”

I tip my head back onto his shoulder as his breath ghosts across my cheek. “So needy. So needy for you, Tag.”

“Are you imagining it’s my cock? That I’m bending you over and fucking you from behind?”

“Gah! I want that.”

“How badly?” Tag nips at my ear. “Because if you don’t come for me like the good little girl I know you are, you won’t get my cock.”

He pushes two fingers inside of me, and I grind down on his hand. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care that anyone could happen upon us.

All I want is to come undone in this man’s arms. His hard length presses into my hip as I rock against him.

“I’m so close.”

Tag tilts my chin towards him and captures my mouth in a searing kiss. Between his tongue and fingers, I erupt.

Stars explode behind my eyes as he swallows down my moans of delight. I hold on tight, because if not, I might float off into the abyss.

“Fuck, Liv. Fuck!” Tag’s shouts are muffled as the most perfect orgasm washes over me .

“Tag…did you?” I trail off as he buries his face in my neck.

“Yup. I fucking came. Because you are so God damn hard to resist, I couldn’t contain myself.”

He slips his hand out, allowing me to spin in his arms. Grasping his sweater, I pull him in for a kiss. It’s slow and sweet. Heated and passionate all at the same time.

“Well then. We better get home because we need to take care of this little problem.”

Tag grins down at me. “Not a problem because seeing you lose control and let go like that with me? I’ll never say no to it.”

“Then let’s go.”