The mirror is the only thing holding me up at this point, and I hope like hell it’s strong because he leans closer into me. It’s not until I realize his arm is wrapped around my waist that we’re no longer holding hands. When did that happen?
Worrying about that right now isn’t something I need to do. Not when I’m in his arms as more than a friendly hug, or cuddle. No, the way his body is pressed against mine, and I can feel him through his jeans, tells me everything I need to know.
I open one eye and can’t stop from moaning in his mouth. In the mirror opposite us, I can see everything, and damn, I didn’t think I’d find that a turn on. Him pressed against me, and I can’t go anywhere. Not that I want to, but the visual will keep me up for nights. I squeeze my eyes shut to keep me in the moment.
My arms snake around his neck and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. He tastes like the cotton candy we shared earlier, and nothing has ever tasted so sweet.
His hand slides into my back pocket, finding any way he can to envelope every part of my body.
He pulls away and I miss the feel of his lips on mine. He whispers in my ear, his lips a soft touch. “Is that proof enough?”
All I can do is nod. My voice finally comes back to me. “Yes. I was, uh, actually going to tell you I have feelings for you, but I chickened out.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Why didn’t you say something instead of making me prove it to you?”
“It was the only way I could think of to make sure I was reading the situation right.” I shrug and look down.
He slides a finger under my chin and lifts until my eyes meet his. “You never have to play games with me.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I’ve been yours.” A kiss on the cheek. “Since we were thirteen.”
He lips meet mine once again. He’s taking his time making sure his actions hold meaning. I love him for that, but I’ve waited so long for this, and I’m done being patient.
My tongue traces a line along the seam of his lips and he opens wider. Our tongues dancing. He’s no longer blocking my exit, and with both hands under my ass, lifts me until him and the wall are the only things holding me up.
I cling to him. Not because I’m afraid I’ll fall, but because I worry, he’ll come to his senses and pull away. His mouth leaves mine and he trails kisses down my neck. Chancing another peekover his shoulder and this may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen or done. Mirrors in my room are an investment I need to make.
Right now, we’re like teenagers without a care in the world. Living in our own bubble nothing else can penetrate.
The music switches to another song and I swear I hear mumbling coming from the entrance. Beau doesn’t seem to hear anything because he’s gone from kissing my neck to my chest, making his way to the other side.
“Mom,” a kid’s voice breaks through the music. I knew I heard something.
“Did you hear that?” My voice is a whisper in the overly loud space. I don’t think he can hear me because he only leans in closer, marking every spot of me he can reach.
A thud sounds in the distance this time. I tap on Beau’s shoulder until I have his attention and his face is level with mine again. “I think someone is coming.”
“How can you tell? It’s so loud in here.” He leans into me, pressing my back harder against the mirror.
As his mouth moves closer to mine, I see a shoe out of the corner of my eye. I drop my legs and push Beau away from me. Not hard, but enough to let him know we aren’t alone.
Beau runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it. I really wish he wouldn’t. A kid comes all the way into view. “Sorry, kid, this is a dead end.”
“Thanks.” The child waves and heads back in the direction he came.
“That was a close call.” I do my best to make sure my clothes are straightened out. The last thing I want to do is walk out of here looking like a hot mess.
“Yeah.” He glances toward the opening before giving me one last kiss. “Wanna get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I grab his hand and lead him out of the hall.
“What’s your rush?”
“What do you think?” I glance back to make sure he’s following me. He is, but his eyes are on my ass. Has he always done that and I’ve never noticed? It’s possible. All this time I thought he didn’t feel anything for me. Most people aren’t that oblivious, except me.
“I agree, though funhouses may be my new favorite attraction at these fairs.”
Those are words I never thought I’d hear him say. “Oh yeah?”
“Yep.” I can feel him move closer to me. “It’s now where we shared our first real kiss.”
