Page 78 of Breaking Point
AHHHH
you two look so damn cute together!
OMG please tell me it’s true you two were caught making out in a photo booth
I’m mortified. Utterly mortified.
I should have been repulsed, should have been stunned and shoving myself off his lap, but I didn’t. In fact, I couldn’t. I felt his arousal, felt the length and hardness of it and stayed. I remained sitting and I surprisingly have no shame about it. Not really.
What I do feel is mortification because I wanted to kiss him. I wanted nothing more than to smash my lips to his mouth and ride him. Date one and already my body is trying to break the first rule of our agreement.
Only physical affection when needed.
No one was around to see that. That was not because we had to convince his teammates and the media that we are dating. Thatwas purely selfish. God, he probably thinks I’m like those other women, running around chasing after him.
I can never let that happen again.
If we’re alone, we need to be far away from each other so my stupid goddamn libido doesn’t take control of my brain again.
“Bella, are you ready?”
I was so lost in thought I wasn’t paying attention to where Grayson was leading me. Tipping my head back, I’m horrified to find we’re in line for the Ferris wheel. No, not in line—we’re steppingontothe Ferris wheel.
So much for keeping our distance.
The attendee looks at me impatiently, urging us to hurry along.
“Are you afraid of heights?”
I stupidly tell the truth. “No.”
He smirks. “Great, then get on.” Grayson leads me into the gondola, his large frame taking up most of the seat, forcing our legs to brush one another.
There is no one in the sky we need to do this for and already I’ve managed to cram myself into another small space beside him. It’s not a shock that my body instantly comes alive, goosebumps lining my arms at the mere warmth wafting off his powerful muscular thighs.
I’m doomed.
His arm brushes mine as he pulls the latch down. This man is a furnace. Even his body temperature understands how attractive he is.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says gruffly as the Ferris wheel begins to move.
“What are you sorry about?”
He rubs the nape of his neck, avoiding my eyes.
Is he embarrassed?
“For all of it?” He says it as more of a question than a statement. “For the girls, the booth. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable.”
A piece of my heart melts at how earnest this man’s apology is. And he doesn’t even know that I’m in my head because ofhow much I loved feeling the length of his hardness against my ass.
“It’s okay, Grayson.” I squeeze his arm, trying my hardest to ignore the zap of energy that thunders through me when I touch him. His head snaps up as if he felt it, too. “Truly, it’s okay. I didn’t want to interact with them, so the booth was the best option.”
The tension in his body loosens, but not entirely. He gives me the faintest smile. “Back to questions?”
I snort. “Back to questions,” I agree.
The further we get away from the reminder of me practically grinding my ass on his erection, the better. God, I was acting like a cat in heat. I’m not even ovulating and this man has me acting like a fool.
