The feeling of her smooth skin on the back of my hand as I confirmed the security of the bar made me not even want to think about another woman.
I had silky, soft flesh here and she knew exactly how to make my cock feel good.
The ride started and into the lair of psychedelic painted creatures we went. Bears ate honey with loud music pounding, and my mind ran away with fucked up ideas like how the honey would taste on Morina’s skin.
“This is a whole different type of aura,” Morina whispered, her blue eyes wide. “Oh, my God, Bastian, look at that!”
I leaned back and watched her turn into this bouncy girl, completely entertained with a kid’s ride.
Her hands fluttered around, and the rings she’d put on today glittered with topaz and other jewels I had no understanding of. “I thought this was going to be hoaky!”
It was definitely still hoaky, but they’d put in more detail than I’d expected–probably more than most parks. And who was I to ruin her fun? She bounced next to me and our shoulders knocked together enough that I put my arm on the back of her seat.
We’d have looked like a couple to anyone watching but no one was. They watched the moving plastic creatures and the bright colors, and if anyone did glance at us, they’d have been caught up with the stars in her blue eyes.
After a while, the boat tilted backward as the bottom hooked onto the ramp that inched us up, up, up to the big drop.
“This is going pretty high!” She squealed and glanced at me. Her face fell a little. “Oh, right. This is probably where they take the picture too. I’ll just…lean into you here, I guess.”
Something about her face falling, about the way she lost the little girl inside to take on her responsibilities had me wanting to bring back the emotion. Or just feel an emotion with her.
I gripped her chin in a way I shouldn’t have. I murmured, “Smile for the cameras, Morina.”
“Bastian.” She whispered it like she knew what was coming, like she had any ability to stop it.
I leaned in and took her lips in mine.
Morina’s aura was rubbing off on me.
Her kiss ran through me, those lips so soft reminding me how soft she felt everywhere. My finger dragged down her neck and she shivered and nipped at my lip just as the boat went over the edge. She gasped and I pulled her closer, taking the opportunity to dive deeper.
I was in the psychedelic state of Morina.
And I needed to get out of it before we found ourselves in a fucked up situation.
21
Morina
He kissed like he owned my mouth, the ride, the butterflies in my stomach and the whole aura around us.
I went with the flow. I tried not to get too riled or feel anything too deeply. It was easier that way.
Yet, Bastian captured a moment on that ride where I was feeling a little too alive and then he injected himself into the equation, amping my emotions to catastrophic levels.
I’d dropped 49 feet with one of the most powerful, yet questionable businessman in the state making out with me.
I didn’t even feel the splash of water at the bottom.
I was lost in the way his lips commanded the kiss, the way his hands tracked down my throat and then gripped onto me like he had a right to.
My heart beat like a jackhammer on high speed and that jackhammer chipped away at the idea of having him as just a fake husband for six months.
His mouth would be so underused, and his hands—so strong as they gripped my neck in our kiss but gentle when he dragged his fingertips over my collarbone—wouldn’t get to make anyone feel that good for a long time.
I moaned as I shifted in the seat and tried to get closer to him. We’d passed the point of a photo and now I was just being greedy as my fingers threaded through his hair, and I kept taking what really wasn’t mine.
As the songs faded and we emerged from the cave of wondrous animation, returning to the sunlight, Bastian pulled back.