Page 35 of Haunt the Mall
Our kisses lingered, a bit wetter, but oh-so-satisfying in a way melted cheese could never compete. He wrapped his arm around my waist and hugged until our bodies met. Heat radiated through his shirt. I wanted to get skin. I dragged my nails down his chest—not hard enough to shred the material, just hard enough to play. Still, he hissed and grabbed my wrist.
I froze in panic. Had I hurt him?
Hard eyes mirrored my glassy desire. Oh, maybe he liked it. His thumb grazed the soft pulse point on my wrist.
My blood thundered with insistence.
Was it okay to do this? Hook up in the dark?
He licked his lips, hungry for more. So was I. But I’d seen so many movies like this. The couples who fucked early on often ended in disaster.
Yet it was so easy to kiss him. Natural instinct. It was warm, comfortable, and thrilling in a way that swallowed my hesitations. Our kisses deepened, our hands wandering in frenzied admiration. I hooked my leg around his to alleviate the heightened need to have him pressed against intimate parts of me. Why did he have to be so tempting?
We could probably make out…for a second. A minute. An hour and forty-five minutes. At least until the credits.
He smirked, then bent to whisper in my ear. “You’re soaking my leg.”
I covered my mouth. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
He tightened his grip on my thigh to stop me from snapping it off his lap. “I like it,” he said, his warm breath on my neck sending tremors between my legs.
Well, fuck. I’d soak him more thoroughly, then.
I pushed his tray table aside and straddled his lap. His cock sprung into action almost faster than his hands, which went for my ass.
I slid my damp undies against his strained, hard zipper. I was all heat and need. Part of me wished my anti-snag tights would spontaneously rip at the seams so we could consummate things. This was close, though. I rocked my hips until his firm dick twitched against my slit.
“Oh my god,” he murmured, covering my face and chest in kisses. “You’re magnificent.”
Shivering, I held him close and ground against his erection.
I wanted more of his delicious voice, but words escaped me. All I could think about was his fevered touch and my simmering skin. He worshiped me. Ravished me.
My knee barely fit between him and the armrest, but somehow, that made our friction even sweeter. I kept moving and kissing, feeding this fire inside of me. It was salt and sex, bones and magic. Eighties music and projector light galaxies promised to keep our dark secret—dry humping at a classic movie.
Victor mouthed and sucked at my neck, stimulating every nerve ending on my body. I tried to catch my breath, raking my nails through his hair for the sake of holding onto something during this escalating fantasy.
Raucous laughter rang out on the speakers behind me.
“What about the movie?” I panted.
“Fuck it. I have the DVD.” He sank his teeth into my collar.
The sharp pain snapped something in my brain. I screamed. Not a howl of agony, but a ‘fuck, yes,’ cry to the abyss. An orgasm broke through the glass ceiling of my body. Dopamine shredded my senses to ecstasy. My lower half turned to molten jelly as I rode out the high, clutching him to my chest.
“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry.” He kissed the mark and stroked my back. “I got carried away. Apologies.”
“Sorry?” I blinked, sweaty, soaked, and sated. Pushing my hair aside, I tingled with pride at the flash of an ache on my collar. It was minor compared to the throb between my legs. “I mean, yes, you should’ve asked me, but that was…” I sighed wistfully. “A nice release. It fit the movie theme.”
“Really?” He chuckled, his dark eyes glittering with a mix of apprehension and relief. He checked the mark with gentle fingertips. “Your skin didn’t break.”
“Good. I’m not into bloodplay.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned closer. “But I am into plenty of other things.”
He raised his brows, his voice rumbling with intrigue. “Do tell.” He bunched up my skirt and lifted his hips, nudging my covered heat. “Or would you rather show me?”
“Mmm, maybe.” I smiled into a kiss. He could do with a bit more teasing.
He lingered in our embrace with devoted reverence, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks. A pleasant buzz tingled through the fine hairs on my body.