Page 7 of Sparks Fly
“I want you to touch me,” he said, his voice low. “Preferably everywhere. But we can start here”—he used his index finger to point at one of his pecs—“and then work our way down.”
Stella swallowed, finally forcing herself to meet his gaze again. His eyes were dark and focused, and foolishly she wondered if this was what authors meant when they said a guy smoldered. Whatever it was, the look made her ache, and she reached for his mask, taking it off so she could see him more fully.
The mask didn’t reveal too much she hadn’t already seen. The only detail that made the two halves of his face asymmetrical was the small mole by his nose. Still, the full picture of him, with his hazel eyes, full lips, and dimples, was a sight to see.
“Now your turn,” he said. He reached behind her hair to untie the mask, setting it down beside him on the bed.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, a hand trailing down her face. There was a part of Stella that wondered if he was just saying that because he was trying to get laid or if he actually meant it. But then his hand was in her hair and he was bringing her down for a kiss, and she let herself stop thinking. For once, she stopped worrying about what this could mean or where this was going or what would happen next. She just let herself feel, and it felt really good.
Max tasted like the whiskey or scotch (she was never sure of the difference) he’d been drinking. He had one hand on her neck, holding her to him, and the other was on her thigh, teasing the hem of her dress. She wanted him to keep going, up to the apex of her thighs, where she was sure she was already wet or at the very least getting there.
She wasn’t sure how to say that without breaking their kiss, and she really didn’t want to break their kiss. Not when his tongue was slipping into her mouth, making her moan.
Still, she needed more. It was like he’d unlocked something inside her and she couldn’t get enough of him. So she hiked up her leg and got on the bed, straddling him.
He groaned as she began to move against him, his dick now hard and pressed right where she needed it.
“Cherry,” he murmured, gripping her hips to stop her movements.
Stella pulled back, confused. “What? What’s wrong?”
“If you keep moving like that, I’m going to come in my pants,” he said with a laugh against her lips.
“Oh,” she said. Her face heated, both from the desire coursing through her veins and the embarrassment of not considering that. Should she have known that was a possibility? Was she already doing this wrong?
“Hey.” Max tugged her chin down with his thumb until she met his eyes. “It’s fine. I won’t come in my pants if I take them off.”
“Oh,” she said again, because apparently she no longer knew any other words.
Max chuckled, unbothered, and helped her stand. Stella’s dress had ridden up as she straddled him, so she tugged it back down and then froze in her tracks as Max removed his undershirt and then took off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop.
Stella knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but really, how could she not? Max’s very hard and quite large dick was out, and she was mentally calculating if it was actually going to fit. She’d never been good at math, though, and truly nothing was going to stop her from at least making the attempt. Besides, she was pretty sure he could do a lot with just the tip.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Max said with the cockiest grin on his face.
“I was just admiring your…” She waved a hand in the general direction of his penis. “Features.”
“My features?” Max asked, his lips slightly upturned. “Really?”
“Yes,” Stella said, primly. “That is what I said.”
“And what about your features?” he asked, stepping closer to her. Stella willed herself not to move. She was not going to be intimidated by a naked man and his big dick.
“Do I get to see those?” he asked, stopping in front of her.
She truly didn’t understand how he was just walking around with thatthingswinging between his legs, all nonchalant. Although she figured he had nothing at all to be self-conscious about.
“Cherry?”
Stella blinked, realizing he was waiting for her to say something.
“Sorry, what?”
He smiled, clearly unbothered that she had been completely entranced by his dick.
“Can I take off your clothes?”
“Oh yes, sure, of course.”
