“Good. Because I’ve been waiting for you to stop talking.”
“Wait, wh--? Mmmm.”
His lips crashed against mine and everything fell to the wayside. Fire stoked in my gut and fireworks burst behind my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in how he gripped my hips. He bent over me, leaning closer to his bike as he pinned me harder against its surface. I thought we might fall over, he dipped me back so deeply. I clung to his jacket, holding on as if my life depended on it. His tongue stroked the roof of my mouth. His hands slid up to my waist before he cloaked my back with his arms. I felt invaded by him. Warmed by his presence.
And I didn’t want it to stop.
“Oh, your lips taste wonderful,” he murmured.
My eyes fluttered open. “I think it’s my lip gloss.”
He licked his lips. “Mmmm, honey.”
I smiled. “And vanilla.”
“I think I’d like another taste.”
I gripped his leather jacket once more and pulled him back to me. I rolled my body against his, not giving a damn who saw us. My legs spread for him, and I felt my nipples puckering against my bra as his hands wandered my body. I yearned for him. I ached to be filled with him. And as he sucked on my lower lip, I gasped at the feeling of his teeth.
“We need to finish what you tried to start yesterday.”
I paused. “Huh?”
He kissed down my neck. “You know, when you left me hanging like that. Do you know what that does to a man?”
I moaned. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
He chuckled. “Of course you didn’t. But there are a few things I want to do to you on purpose. So where can we go”
It was hard for me to think. Feeling his teeth raking softly against my skin made me shiver and my mind fall blank. I slipped my arms out of my backpack and heard it drop to the pavement, spilling the contents onto the ground. I didn’t care though. Not when Max was around. He gripped my ass cheeks and hoisted me up, sitting me on the leather seat of his bike. Then he stood between my legs. Forcing them open as his hands ran up and down my thighs.
“Where can we go, gorgeous?”
My eyes fluttered open. “Uh, Hannah’s in my dorm room.”
He nodded. “All right. Are there any other quiet places around this school of yours?”
“I--I don’t--I’m not--uh.”
He gripped my chin. “Come on, college girl. There must be some place we can go. Use that brain of yours.”
I stumbled through the tipsy recesses of my mind, my body drunk off the feeling of Max. I closed my eyes, mentally walking my way through campus. And as Max’s hands softly drifted along my body, I thought of an option.
“We could go to the pool.”
My eyes opened and I found Max staring down at me, a grin slowly spreading across his face.
“I’m not into putting on shows,” he said.
I shook my head. “It’ll be empty at this point.”
“You’re sure about that?”
I nodded. “More than ever. Last year, nighttime was my favorite time to swim because people were never around. And there are saunas.”
He growled. “Really now?”
“Mhm. Two wet saunas for the students, and I can tell you for a fact they hardly get used.”