Page 5 of Sparks Fly
“I said, ‘If that’s what you wanted, all you had to do was ask.’ ”
The woman nodded, pushing out a breath. “I thought that’s what you said, but thank you for clarifying.”
Max couldn’t help his slight grin. “My pleasure.”
The crowd around them shifted, reminding Max that they weren’t the only people standing in the hallway. He put down his empty glass on the ledge in front of the display windowand took her hand, leading her away from the small group to the opposite wall. Her hand was soft in his, and he was reluctant to let her go, but once they were pressed up along the wall, he released her.
“Wait!”
The woman took his hand again, as if to keep him from walking away, even though he hadn’t moved and certainly wasn’t planning to. If he didn’t have some semblance of decorum ingrained in him, he’d have already pulled her away from this hallway and taken her somewhere more private so he could see if she tasted as good as she looked.
“Let’s do it,” she said, as if she was reading his mind.
Max quirked a brow, unsure. “Do what…?”
“Fuck.”
She seemed to force out the word, giving it a necessary push to dislodge it from her throat.
Max’s other brow raised, even as his dick began to stand at attention with just the thought of giving her what she wanted.
“I mean if you want to,” she added quickly. “If you were serious, I mean. Because I would like to. Have the sex. With you. If you want to. Here.”
Max couldn’t stop himself from saying, “In this hallway?”
Her eyes went wide. Well, as wide as they could go with her mask.
“No, not, like, right here—”
Max stepped forward with a soft chuckle and brought up his free hand to cup her cheek, a move that felt almost involuntary, as if he needed to touch her again.
“That was a joke,” he said. “But how about we kiss here first and then go from there?”
Max didn’t need to kiss her to know he wanted to be inside her. But he could tell she was nervous, or at the very least unsure, and he wanted to put her at ease before he took her anywhere.
And also, he was suddenly desperate to know if her lips were as soft as he imagined.
“Oh yes, okay.” She nodded, making the edge of her mask scratch against his fingertips in a way he didn’t altogether dislike.
“You may want to close your eyes,” he whispered across her lips, which made her laugh softly.
“Right sor—” She cut herself off, nodding again. “Right.”
She let her eyes fall closed, and Max erased the sliver of space still left between them, pressing his lips gently to hers. It was a little awkward at first with both of their masks, and they had to shift angles a bit before their lips could glide together. The feel of her soft lips on his was almost a tease. It was nice, but Max wanted more. He was rewarded when she parted her lips, letting him taste her more fully.
She was so sweet, and he wasn’t sure if she just tasted that way or if her lipstick was flavored but he didn’t care. He groaned when she pressed up into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, the wetness of his shirt now pressing into her dress, though she didn’t seem to mind.
He turned them until she was flush against the wall, and he moved his hands down to her thighs, lifting her until her legs were wrapped around his middle. She gasped against his lips but didn’t pull away, only holding on to him tighter as his dick pressed right against the space between her thighs.
Max wasn’t particularly into public sex or having anaudience, but just then he suddenly didn’t care that there were people walking around them. They barely even registered as he moved from her lips to her chin and then to her neck, her hands moving up to cup the back of his head, pressing him to her.
When he finally pulled back so he could meet her eyes, they were both breathing hard, their chests rising and falling in tandem. She broke eye contact first, looking down at his shirt.
“You should probably take this off,” she said between breaths.
An unexpected laugh escaped Max, her lips quirked with a smile, and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her again before gently letting her go so she could put her feet back on the ground. As she fixed her dress, which had ridden up, he asked her, “Would you like to take it off for me?”
That made her glance up at him again and then around at all the people near them who were surprisingly paying them no mind. Max imagined that in comparison to everything else going on, what they were doing was quite tame, but he understood that perhaps for her this was already enough PDA.
