Page 9 of All Hallows' Hex
She reached across and ran the back of her fingers across my cheek.
“I like watching you blush.” The coolness of her skin against mine was a needed relief, but her words only flushed me more. “Are you coming out next week? To the park, I mean.”
Her raised eyebrow gave away the subliminal message of that statement. I managed to nod, fighting the wave of anxiety coursing through my system. Dropping her hand, Lane faced the window and brushed her shoulder along mine.
“I-I want to. I have a season pass, you know? Wouldn’t be worth it if I wasn’t here whenever possible.” If she read into that, she’d know I didn’t give two fucks about the park or the pass. I wanted to be here every night she was. Her hand slid into mine with a gentle squeeze.
“Good, you should make time for Saturday night. Matt and Elijah have a performance that night I wouldn’t want you to miss.” I didn’t dare look at her as she held me.
“Performance?”
“Oh, it’s magical—pun intended. They’re trained acrobats, not just scare actors. If they’re not in the clown house, they’re traveling around the park, doing tricks and acts. My personal favorite is Elijah on the unicycle as they juggle together. When it comes to the arena though . . .” She sighed, and from the corner of my eye, I saw her shake her head. “The way they move together is . . .sensual.”
My head snapped in her direction at that insinuation. An airy, whimsical laugh escaped her and charmed me.
“Yes, I said sensual. They’ve been dating for a few years now. You can feel that tension and they’re a crowd favorite. Want to come with me?” Her eyes darkened as she watched my reaction.
If tonight went as I anticipated, that would be like a date.A real date. With Lane.
“I’d love to.” Her hand slipped from mine and my body matched her movements as she faced me.
“What do you see?”
She meant the view of the park, giving me a chance to sway the topic and talk about my favorite place, but it was right here.
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” It was just a whisper, but I might as well have yelled by the way her face lit up. A light touch of her hand under my chin stole my ability to speak or process thoughts.
“Do you still want that kiss, Aimee?” She moved closer and I took a half-step back into the glass. The park was passing around us outside, blissfully unaware of how my world was being turned upside-down. My eyes flicked to her mouth and I nodded.
That cool hand slid along my jaw and her fingers tangled in the hair resting on my neck. She pressed in, her perfume putting me in an intoxicated daze. I was certain she felt the hard thump of my pulse beneath her hand when her nose brushed mine.
A breath away, she whispered, “Gods above, bless me.”
Her lips molded to mine with tenderness and heat as her tongue ghosted over me. Lane’s resolve shattered as I opened to her fully, inviting her further as I tasted the milkshake’s sweetness. Both of her hands threaded in my hair as we breathlessly consumed each other.
She pushed me against the Skytower’s glass wall as soft moans passed between us. The cliché of seeing stars was all that came to mind as I was swept up in her embrace. I felt like I was floating or falling. Everything about Lane was soft and sweet, but there was an undercurrent of a feral desire I wanted to tap into.
Her kisses trailed to my neck and when she nipped at the sensitive flesh, my eyes rolled back. Heat burned in my core, and I needed to feel her everywhere. Long nails scraped over my chest when her hand dipped below my collar.
In that moment, the sensation ceased as the Skytower stopped and locked in its landing position. We were back on the ground.
“Lane,” I whispered. She pulled back with ragged breaths and a warm face.
“I’m sorry—”
“I’m not.” She smoothed out her dress and looked toward the exit when the lights brightened. Gathering herself, she outstretched a hand to me.
“Let’s get back to the booth, yeah?”
CHAPTER6
Lanie
Keepinga level head had been a priority for the night, but that went to shit the moment she kissed me back. There was nothing to question anymore.
I unlocked the back entrance of the shed and glanced at the clock on the wall. Admittedly, I should have opened the booth five minutes ago. Aimee was my priority tonight, and Shelly’s issues with my time management could burn in hell. I stood back and let her pass through before locking us in after.
“When do you need to get things going again?” Aimee’s voice was light and whimsical. It matched every beautiful part of her personality.
