His fingers grip my chin, jerking my face back to his. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Then enlighten me.” I lick my lips.
“I can’t. You have to remember.”
I go to ask what he means, but the operator motions us forward. The seats are in the shape of hot air balloons, giving you an enclosed, private feel. Beckett steps in first, causing the pink hot air balloon to shift. He holds a hand out for me. I take his hand, my arm tightening around my bunny. I go to move to the opposite seat, but he pulls me until my body is pressed next to his. He snatches my bunny, pushing it to the other side.
Beckett’s strong arm wraps around my shoulder, and he leans into my ear to whisper, “I don’t like heights, Rabbit. I need you close.”
“You’re scared of heights?”
He bites down on my lobe, chuckling. “I said I don’t like them, I’m not scared of anything.”
“So, if I shake the seat, make the entire dome move, you’ll be okay?” I tease.
“If I peel these shorts from your body,” he whispers, sending sparks of electrical shock through me, “slide my tongue inside your greedy pussy, will everyone know my name by the end of the ride?”
I swallow. “Touché.”
The ride begins to move, the view of the sky now visible from the gate of the door. I watch the carnival grow smaller and smaller, as if the people are the size of ants. Beckett grows stiff beside me and when I look over, I see his eyes are closed as he leans his head back farther into the seat. The lights from the Ferris wheel flash over his stonelike, handsome features and something in my chest aches. Before I can change my mind, I rise from the seat next to him, dropping to my knees between his spread thighs. Beckett jerks his eyes open, looking down at me. “What are you doing?” he asks, voice hoarse with fear and lust.
“I’m making heights less scary.” My hands land on his belt, undoing it slowly while he watches me from under hooded eyes. Together we work his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I bite my lip as I stare at him. All of him in his pulsating, thick-veined, long glory. His mushroom-shaped head leaking precum. I lick my lips and hear a soft “Fuck” fall from his lips. I wrap my hands around the base of his long velvet length, and careful of my broken nose, I teasingly swipe my tongue over his tip, licking the precum like it’s a snack as I let the salty taste explode on my tongue. The taste of him forcing a moan from my lips. Slowly, I slide the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. He’s hard, making my throat open and take him like an offering. I feel his hands slip into my hair, gripping my scalp. I’ve never liked it when a man forced me down on him, tried to control me, but the way Beckett does it has me hoping he never stops. He hits the back of my throat and I moan around him. Wrapping my tongue along his shaft. Savoring the feel of being so full of him.
“Good little rabbit,” he praises, bucking his hips. “Give me your finger,” he demands.
I raise one hand away from him, my eyes looking up as I suck and lick him as if it’s my soul’s purpose for breathing. I watch as he takes the knife he set aside before pushing his pants down and brings the tip to my index finger. The sting of the cut, coupled with the fullness of him in my mouth owning me, has my thighs slick with wet heat, the ache throbbing like a heartbeat. A bead of blood raises to the surface of my finger, and I watch with a moan as he sucks the bloody finger into his mouth. Groaning as his head falls back and his eyes flutter closed. Lost in the ecstasy of my copper taste. And I think this man could never be any more beautiful to me as he is in this moment. Vulnerable with lust just for me.
His speed picks up, and my tongue works to keep up with him, mind lost to the way he sucks my blood from my finger. His other hand is still in my hair, body tight as he releases deep in my throat. Emptying for so long my jaw begins to ache.
He releases me, head falling back, pants still around his ankles, as I rise and swipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I look out the gate of the door, seeing how close we are to the ground. “Better get your pants back on, Beckett. The ride is almost over.”
He grabs my hand, pulling me into his naked lap. “Let’s be friends with benefits.”
I look between his eyes, still coated in lust and want. “We’re not friends.”
“Enemies with benefits then,” he suggests, but it’s as if he doesn’t believe the words spoken from his lips.
“I’ll think about it.” I climb off his lap, giving him time to fix his clothes. Could that work? Could we hate-fuck the frustrations out of each other until we no longer hate one another anymore? I still have so many questions. Ones that have to be answered before I can evaluate these butterflies swarming in my gut.
* * *
When we get backto my childhood home, Aunt Beth waits on the couch in her PJs. Hand around a warm cup of tea, withThe Golden Girlson the television. “Oh. If you give me a second to go change, I’ll be right back.”
I look over to Beckett, who is carrying my bunny. He looks absolutely ridiculous as he yawns. “I’m going to go to sleep. It was a long drive, and I didn’t get any sleep last night.” His lips tilt when I realize he’s going to be in my bed.
I look to my aunt who is watching us closely. “Okay, let’s go.” I motion to him.
Once in my room, I change into my pajamas and walk to the bathroom to wash my face. When I come back out, I freeze. Beckett is fast asleep in my bed, the broad muscles of his back facing me as he lays on his side. I tiptoe to the door, shutting it quietly behind me.
I sit next to Aunt Beth who lifts her blanket and wraps me in it. “So, how well do you know him?”
“Not well yet.”
She hums. “Well, be careful, okay?”
I lay my head on her shoulder. “Promise,” I whisper.
We talk about college and her new boyfriend. We stay up half the night giggling and gossiping and end up falling asleep together on the couch.