She straddled me again, and this time I didn’t stop her. She didn’t stop either. Not until her body was pressed up against mine, my clueless cock eagerly reaching for her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me, running my hands up and down her back. She rested her cheek against my chest. I’d love to give her all the time in the world to get used to this if she didn’t pick a damn ride to do it on.
The ride lurched forward one more notch then stopped at the top to let people board, giving us time alone on top of the world. Time out of anyone’s view.
I let my hands wander, grazing the sides of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. She gasped, her hips jerking toward me.
Fuck, I needed to see her face. I needed to know if I could enjoy her beautiful body, or if I was the world’s biggest dirtbag for doing this to her. One hand on her thigh, I slid the other back up, over her thigh, her hip, my thumb tracing the edge ofher stomach, her perfect chest, her delicate collarbone, and I grabbed hold of her face and pushed her back.
Her eyes, deep and wide and clear as the Caribbean, gaped at me. Shock and wonder and awe. “It feels good,” she whispered incredulously.
My girl was a fucking warrior. I crashed my lips onto hers, and I dipped into her waistband, teasing the top edge of her panties. She grabbed my biceps, holding tight. I broke the kiss, pulling back to see her, but she dropped her head against my chest.
“Uh uh, eyes on me.”
She looked back up, those beautiful, awestruck eyes holding mine. With a single finger, I drew a line from one hip to the other. And back across again, a little lower, brushing against her soft curls.
“More?”
She nodded solemnly.
I slipped my hand further under her skirt and leggings, but over her underwear, and I slid a finger over her slit.
“Oh!” Her jaw dropped in surprise. With pleasure too, I hoped.
“Again?”
“Yes!”
I touched her again, my cock jumping eagerly between us.
The air shifted, electricity zinging between us, but then the ride lurched forward. “We’re going down.” I pulled my hand away, and reluctantly shifted her back to her seat, but I held her close against me.
She held me tightly right back, her face buried in my chest as we descended, faster now.
I brushed her hair away and whispered near her ear. “You good, Firefly?”
She leaned back and looked up at me, her face aglow. “Yeah. Really good.”
I adjusted myself before getting off the ride, trying to hide what she’d made me feel. Hopefully no one was looking, and thankfully it was getting dark and I had time to get myself under control before I had to face Ryan and Dylan.
“Anything else you want to do?” I asked.
“Win me a stuffed animal to snuggle with the nights you work.”
Did she just say what I thought she said? I tried to keep my voice casual. “Just the nights I work?”
She nodded, looking up at me with a big smile.
“What will you snuggle with the nights I don’t work?”
“Are you volunteering for the job?”
“Fuck, yes, Firefly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Jenna
Why was it taking him so long to let Thor out? I’d already refilled Thor’s water, brushed my teeth, freshened up, straightened up, and now I was just pacing, watching the door, waiting for it to open. Was he having doubts? Did he think this was still about Brian? It wasn’t.