Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"I take back everything I said earlier," I grumble while he buckles me in. "You absolutely are trying to kill me."
"Nah, baby," he says, laughing. "I'm just trying to kiss you on top of the world."
"You…I…you… Not fair," I huff, my protests dying.
"Who said I had to play fair?" he asks, wrapping an arm around me and tugging me up against his side until we're pressed together in one long line. "I certainly don't remember hearing that rule."
His hand brushes my thigh before he just places it there, six inches above my knee. My core instantly ignites, my whole body quivering. He doesn't try to move it higher, though…at least not until we're slowly spinning into the air.
"You want to know a secret?" He presses his lips to my ear, flicking his tongue against my skin.
"Y-yes."
"When you told me that you heard weird sounds from my place last week, I thought you meant that you heard me jerking off," he mutters against my skin, his hand inching higher. "I was panicking, convinced you heard me moaning your name."
"You…really?" I moan, my legs parting on instinct. "You were getting yourself off while thinking about me?
"Fuck yeah," he growls. "Every fucking day since I met you."
"Me too."
"Christ." He nips my skin, groaning. "You can't tell me that if you want me to behave. I'm not that strong, baby."
"Then don't behave," I whisper, my voice shaking. I want him so badly I feel like I'm going to come out of my skin if he isn't touching me soon.
"Fuck." His hand slides higher, his fingers grazing the edges of my panties. "You want me to get you off right here and now? Want to know what it feels like to fall apart for me while you're on top of the world?"
"Yes," I gasp, already writhing for it. If anyone below can see us, they're getting a show. I don't really care, though. It's not like they can see anything important. Just me, slowly unraveling for the incredible man beside me.
His hand slips higher. "Spread wider, Rebel."
I do as instructed, prying my legs apart.
"Oh, God…"
"Goddamn," he breathes against my skin. "You're so wet for me."
"I know!"
He hooks his pinky around the crotch of my panties, tugging it aside. "I'm fucking dying to know what you sound like when you're coming apart for me," he groans. "I want to know what you taste like, and what you feel like wrapped around me."
"Mason, please…"
He bites the side of my throat, parting my folds with two fingers.
I'm going to hear his growl in my dreams. I'm going to feel this in my memories long after he's done. I know I will.
I cry out, the loud sound muffled by his mouth on mine and the wind around us. He strokes my clit like he owns my body already, driving me right to the edge.
"Open your eyes, Rebel," he demands, pressing two fingers inside me, stretching me with them. They're so damn thick. Jesus. "I want you to see the world bending for you while you're falling apart for me."
I pry them open, realizing that we're stopped at the very top of the Ferris Wheel. The ocean is a dark, wild thing below us, stretching into infinity. The rest of the world stretches the other way, bending around mountains and valleys just like he said.
The only part of it that really matters is him and the way he watches me, his eyes two burning points in the dark. His gaze sears into me, burning me with possession, need, and something so beautiful it's terrifying.
"Mason," I whimper.
"Fall for me," he rasps, curling two fingers up. He hits that magic spot inside, stroking firmly.
I choke out his name, splintering into a million pieces.
"Good girl," he croons, working me through every shiver and aftershock. He doesn't let up until I'm a quivering mess on the bench beside him, completely wrecked with pleasure. And then he slips his hand free, tugs my panties back into place, and licks me from his fingers, his eyes still locked on my face.
My body ignites again, clenching so hard it's like a brand-new orgasm sparking to life.
"Mm," he moans, popping his fingers free. "Best dessert ever, Rebel."
I melt. I fucking melt.
Chapter Seven
Mason
"Do you want to come inside?" Olive asks, lingering on her front porch with this look in her eyes that says she desperately wants me to say yes.
And goddamn, I want to scoop her up, storm inside, and not leave her perfect body until she feels me everywhere. But I can't.
"Not tonight, Rebel," I murmur regretfully, brushing a kiss across the corner of her mouth.
"Oh."
I hate how disappointed she sounds.
"I'd do shady shit to go inside with you right now," I whisper. "But I'm trying to go slow. I don't want to be something you regret tomorrow, beautiful." Not when I'm damn sure I wouldn't regret it.