Page 45 of Spark
Instead, he took a step closer, deliberately putting himself inside her personal space. “What doyouthink?”
“Um, I don’t know,” she said, defensively. “That’s why I’m asking!”
Unnerved by his uncharacteristically intense expression, she backed up. He followed, maintaining the intimate distance between them, until her shoulders hit the wall.
“Did you like kissing me?” he asked, his voice low.
Sophie nodded. He was standing so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She was torn between wanting to pull him closer, and running away.
“Good,” he breathed, leaning in. “Because I sure liked kissing you. And I want to do it again.”
“M—me too,” she managed. Terror and longing wound themselves around in her chest, making it hard to breathe.
Chris smiled, looking sexy and every inch like the predator that lived inside him.
“Good,” he said. “Because I know you want me. And I want you. Do you want to find out how good we are together?”
“I—ah—” Her throat had gone dry and she couldn’t think, not with Chris right there, in front of her, radiating sex and danger.
He deliberately raised his arms and caged her with his hands against the wall on either side of her. “How much did you like it when I kissed you?”
A lot, she thought.Too much.
She couldn’t look away from his eyes, the clear cat-green misted over now with gold. “I want to kiss you, Sophie. Right now.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes.” The word came out in a whisper.
She caught the flash of his triumphant grin an instant before his mouth descended on hers.
His lips were rough and hot on hers, as if he couldn’t control his need for her. It was intoxicating.
The hot, swollen ache of desire kindled instantly between her legs as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and cupped her breasts.
She hadn’t been expecting anyone to visit, so she was dressed in a tank top and a pair of ratty old sweatpants.
Chris’s thumbs stroked the tips of her breasts through the thin fabric of her top, and it felt deliciously, wickedly good. She arched her back and gasped at the touch.
“I can smell how much you like that,” he murmured against her lips.
She should have been embarrassed, but she was so turned on that she didn’t care.
Chris pulled up her tank top, then reached into her bra and lifted her breasts out of the cups, cradling them in his heated palms.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he told her.
He bent his head to her breasts, and his hot breath caressed her.
She made an involuntary sound as he lightly scraped his stubbled chin over her nipples and the sensation shot straight down to her already throbbing pussy.
Then his mouth closed over her breasts, and he began to drive her out of her mind.
Sophie stopped caring what she looked and sounded like. She just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. She wantedmore.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now,” he said, lifting his head at last.
She was glad of the wall at her back, holding her up, because her knees felt like jelly.
His hands stroked down and down, skimming over her ribcage, her waist, and her hips.
