Page 28 of Going Down Hard
“You have an expressive face.” He trailed a fingertip along her temple. “And your eyes are like windows to every thought that flashes through that pretty head of yours.”
“See…” A shiver tiptoed down her spine. “Easy,” she murmured as that teasing finger drifted down her cheek then trailed across her lips.
“I don’t like the way your lips are turned down. We should fix that.” He leaned in and Sophie pulled back to keep their mouths from connecting.
“I could be frowning because I’m scared of heights and you’ve dragged me on this thing.” She waved her hand around them then crossed her arms and distanced herself farther. She wasn’t afraid of heights exactly but she was definitely grateful this Ferris wheel was on with closed in seating no those stupid hang-in-the-air chairs. “Or maybe I have indigestion.”
Stone laughed, the deep male rumble sending a flutter through her belly. “Indigestion is definitely in the cards with the food we’ve eaten in the last hour. And I won’t mention how muchyoupacked away…” He glanced down her torso, skimming his gaze to her toes and back again, his eyes alight with lust when they locked on hers once more. “I don’t know where you put it all. There isn’t a spare ounce on you.”
Another shiver stole through her. It had nothing to do with being cold. On the contrary. Right now, Sophie was experiencing what she’d heard older women refer to as a hot flash, except her personal heat wave wasn’t brought on by menopause. Men no pause necessary here. Or in this case, man no pause needed.
Shaking her head at the ease with which he aroused her, she laughed. “I’m sorry. You’re wrong. I’msoeasy when it comes to you.”
He leaned closer. “How easy?” he murmured against her cheek.
“Put your hand up my skirt and find out.” She couldn’t believe how daring she was with Stone. He made her think and feel and want on a level no one else had.
His gaze fastened on hers as their cage jerked and started to rise again. Her breathing grew shallower with every inch the ground dropped away beneath them, but it was the look in Stone’s eyes that had her heart racing, her nipples puckering and her sex clenching.
“Stone.”
“A couple more seconds…”
Halfway to the top, he dove in. His mouth slanted over hers and his hand swept up her thigh, his fingertips finding the damp strip of cloth between her legs and stroking in a frustratingly light caress. Shifting in the seat, she moved against his touch in an attempt to increase the pressure—to take the pleasure deeper.
He pulled his hand away and spoke against her mouth. “Not so fast.”
“Stone.” Sophie didn’t care that she was begging. She’d get on her knees if it would make him press a little harder. A little faster.
“I like it when you beg in that sexy silk voice. Especially when my fingers are wet and buried between your legs.” He nipped her bottom lip.
She gasped with the sharp jolt of pleasure-pain. “They’re not buried anywhere.”
He laughed and slipped two fingers beneath the side of her undies near her hip. Sliding them slowly down and over the throbbing flesh of her sex, he asked, “Better?”
“More.” She rocked her hips. “Inside.”
His lips trailed along her jawline toward her ear. “You want more? Here?”
“Yes…” she hissed as he drove his finger into her clenching channel.
“How close are you?” Stone licked her ear. “Can you get off in the next few seconds?”
Sophie couldn’t comprehend his words. Every functioning brain cell was awash with sensation, with an urgent need her body was desperate to sate. “Please.”
Stone’s finger plunged in and out and his thumb found her clit, circled, pressed and flicked. “C’mon, Soph, I know it’s there.”
He strummed and stroked and pushed and took her to the edge with astonishing speed. Her body tightened, clamped down and froze for a split second before it seemed to burst wide open and shatter into a million trillion pieces. She buried her face in Stone’s neck, her cry of passion muffled against his skin.
“God, you’re fucking perfect.” His fingers slowed, the friction and pressure less and less with each slide of his skin on hers. “Snuggle in close. We’re near the ground again.”
Near the ground?Bloody hell. They were still on the Ferris wheel. The man had skills. And she was way easier than easy-peasy.
Shuddering with aftershocks, Sophie kept her face tucked into his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“We’re going up again,” Stone murmured into her hair, his lips pressing down quickly before he shifted her in his arms and sat her on his lap.
She couldn’t miss the erection bulging beneath his fly, it pressed into the side of her thigh in a hot brand of temptation that her recent orgasm did nothing to weaken. “Stone?”
