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WHERE’S THE SPARK?
Olivia
His mouth skates down the side of my neck, nipping and sucking on my heated skin on his way down. I throw my head back only to be met with the solid wood door. I wince.
That’s going to leave a bruise.
He pulls away just enough that his warm breath replaces his mouth. “You alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Just don’t stop.” My words come out in breathy pants. I turn my head to give him better access as my hands comb through his short dark locks. My fingers grip around the longer, silky strands at the top and tug, guiding him to where I want him.
How in the hell is his hair so soft?
I comb my fingers through his hair again. With our lips still touching a fraction, I mumble, “What kind of conditioner do you use?”
He freezes then pulls away, eyebrows drawn together. “You’re asking me about conditioner right now?”
“Fine. But it’s so soft and smooth. You have to tell me later.” I clutch a handful of his strands, my nails scraping his scalp.
He groans. “I love when you get rough with me.” His hot breath, a whisper across my skin, causes a ripple of goosebumps in their wake.
“Shut up and kiss me.” My grip on his hair tightens. I lift my knee to hike my leg up, but my shoe is like Velcro from whatever is sticky on the floor. I pinch my eyes shut.
Don’t think about whatever is stuck on the bottom of your hot pink Jimmy Choos.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Instantly, his lips are on mine, demanding and punishing…and all wrong. I reach for his hand and place it on my cotton covered breast. He gets the hint and takes over, kneading the soft flesh over my shirt. I exhale a small whimper from his touch. My body grinds against his, needing any sort of friction it can get.
A rattle of the doorknob followed by a knock startles us.
“Hey, man. Some of us need to use the restroom.” A voice sounds from the other side of the door.
“It’s occupied!” Trey yells before going back to kissing the side of my neck.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“There’s three stalls in there!” the voice on the other side yells.
Trey huffs. “They’re all occupied.”
“Whatever, man,” the guy on the other side of the door says.
“Now, where were we?” His mouths starts to descend toward mine again, but I put my hand up, halting him and causing his lips to crash into my palm.
“This isn’t working.”
Maybe I need to be the one in control?
I sigh and grab his shoulders and twist him around. With all my weight, I shove him against the door. Stretching up on my tippy toes, I press a firm kiss to his lips. His hands snake around my waist and his fingertips dig into my denim covered ass, hauling me closer. I rub against him, searching for the same pleasure I get from an eight hundred thread count mulberry silk sheet. But sadly, the sheet might turn me on more.
With a sigh, I pull away. “Do you feel that?”
His eyelids open slowly before he glances down at the bulge in his jeans. When his gaze meets mine, uncertainty is written on his face. “I think so?”
“Goddammit Trey. Not that.” I smack his bicep. “The spark. Do you feel a spark?” I throw my hands in the air in aggravation.
Trey glances down at his crotch again, then up to me. “Uh…I don’t know what you want me to say.”
