Burnout - Coralee June Page 0,34
his orbit and stare below. The lights were blurred flashes of yellows, blues, and pinks. People, like ants, traveled along the sidewalk, oblivious to how the world was at a standstill here on the Ferris wheel.
“Tell me a truth,” I asked while turning back to face him. I was pleading with my expression, pleading with my voice. I squeezed his hand on his lap as he cupped my cheek.
“I’m terrified of heights, but I’m not even thinking about that right now.” Decker’s voice was like warm chocolate melting on my skin. My question was on the tip of my tongue, but he answered before I even had a chance to ask. “Right now, all I can think about is tasting you.” The Ferris wheel jolted, or maybe it was my heart. I couldn’t know for sure.
Something told me that Decker wasn’t the kind to act on impulse. I knew that he would happily sit here with centimeters between our mouths as he told me his desires. But I wanted this. I really, really wanted this. I’d always been a woman of action, so I leaned in and pressed my lips against his.
Fireworks. Fucking fireworks.
He groaned before wrapping his fingers in my hair and tugging at my scalp. I had expected to give him just a taste, but he was determined to feast on me. His lips moved, his tongue invaded my mouth. His teeth nipped at my lips, tugging and pulling as we rocked in our cage.
My hand gripped his upper thigh, digging my fingers in as if testing if this was real, if he was actually tongue fucking me three hundred feet up in the air. A moan escaped my lips. A hand palmed my breast. We rocked back and forth. I scooted closer, and he gripped my hips, pulling me into his lap. Fuck.
“We should stop,” I said breathlessly between kisses.
In answer, Decker grabbed my hair and bared my neck to him before licking my salty skin. “This is the only time I’ll ever kiss you, Blakely. You better make it worth it,” he promised. I had a split second of realization. The magic of this moment would crash and burn the moment our feet hit the pavement. So I did what he said. I made the most of our kiss, grinding against his hard cock. I yanked his chin up, drawing his mouth away from my neck as I sank my teeth into his bottom lip. He moved his hands up my shirt until the tips of his fingers were dancing along the edge of my bra. Shivers of pleasure traveled up and down my spine as I writhed on his lap.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I replied. That was a lie, he was magnificent.
It was so dark up above, a single light in the cage cast shadows on our moving bodies. I trailed my fingers up his chest before grasping the soft fabric of his shirt, yanking him closer. I wanted more.
The carriage started to move. My heart started to pang. I shifted off his lap but didn’t break our kiss. I could feel with each inch of our descent that our time was almost up. Our frantic kisses turned tender and soft, slow and sweet, and then they fizzled out until they were nothing at all.
The attendant unlocked the cage behind ours. We would be next. The ride was over. “Wanna go again?” Decker asked in a voice so low I almost didn’t hear it over the chaos of the carnival. A flurry of doubts and questions hit me full force. Did he like the kiss? Would we do it again?
A kiss like that deserved to be repeated.
“I thought you were afraid of heights,” I rasped. The attendant moved to unlock our cage, and Decker gripped my hand before whispering in my ear.
“I think I like Ferris wheels now.” His face was soft and tender as he stared at me adoringly, all the hardness of our interactions leading up to this point seemed to fade away. He’d been vulnerable with me. He’d been honest and intimate. I realized that this version of Decker was someone I could easily fall for—and that terrified me.
“Hey, guys! Found my wallet!” Lance yelled from the crowd while waving at us. I pulled away, shame filling my chest.
“No more Ferris wheels,” I replied before giving my brother a choreographed smile. No matter the attraction between Decker and me, I wasn’t willing to ruin my