I look down at the black leggings with “love” scrawled in gold script all over the legs. “These are comfortable. Meg said we should dress comfortably.” My eyes move over his body, still in his dress shirt and slacks, though he did take off the jacket. Tweaking one of his buttons, I say, “You’re always so put-together and sexy.”
His gaze narrows and he looks me over again. “Are you wearing panties?”
My cheeks flush slightly and I smile. “This is a family event, mister.”
His hand drifts casually across my ass. “I feel like you’re not wearing panties.”
I hold out my ripped ticket stub and let it fall on the ground in front of us, then I stretch forward to pick it up, giving him a nice view. I stand, smiling as I feel him move up behind me.
“Does it look like I’m wearing panties?” I murmur.
He grips my hips, tugging me back against him. He’s hard, and I can’t help grinning even as desire spirals through me. “That’s not nice,” he tells me, bending his head to nibble on my ear.
“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re not coming to my room after the movie,” I say innocently.
His grip on me tightens. “I want you right now.”
“Right now we have to watch a movie,” I tell him, wiggling my ass against him anyway, just to be mean.
Growling in my ear, he leans in, pushing my hair to the side and dropping a kiss along the curve of my neck. “Don’t tease me, Mia.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I murmur back, glancing around for Meg.
“Come on.”
I laugh as he grabs my hand and tugs me back toward the door. “We can’t—the movie.”
“I don’t care about the movie.”
“Meg does,” I argue, pulling back with more power.
“I can be quick,” he says.
“Mateo…”
Meg spots us on our way out and flashes us a smile. “Whatcha doin’?”
“We forgot your gummy worms,” Mateo states.
“My gummy worms?” Pointing at the popcorn station, she says, “We have popcorn. And the movie is starting in a few minutes.”
“Five minutes,” he says, tugging me along with him.
Her gaze moves from me, to our entwined hands, then back to him, nodding once. “Gotcha. Well, you’re both so thoughtful. We will be here waiting for the gummy worms.”
I grimace apologetically, but she rolls her eyes good-humoredly and shoos me.
“We need to be quick,” I tell him, still holding his hand as we hustle down the hall. “This is cheating. I don’t think we’re supposed to do pre-movie quickies when you’re spending the night with Meg. Do you do this when you’re coming to me?”
Since I won’t shut up, he stops walking. I nearly run into him, but then I’m stumbling backward as he uses his body to move me up against the wall. “Does it seem like I do? I have a lot of stamina, but I’m not a machine.”
This makes me smile with pleasure, even though it shouldn’t. He bends down to kiss my neck and I wrap my arms around him, sighing happily. “God, I love you.”
Mateo runs his hands down my sides, then moves them under my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him as he presses me against the wall, kissing his way across my chest. “I can’t get enough of you,” he tells me.
A pocket of butterflies bursts open in my stomach, pleasure coursing through me, making me feel light. Since we have to be quick, I reach for his fly, unzipping him. “Do you have a condom?”
“I do not,” he murmurs, shifting my weight so he can hold me with just one arm, using the other to lower his pants.
Sighing, I lower my legs and catch my weight on my left foot, then lower the right one. “Well, I certainly don’t have one.”
“Damn.” His tone indicates he doesn’t care, but I still do.
“I can go down on you instead,” I offer.
Before I can drop to my knees, he shakes his head, reaching for the waistband of my leggings and shoving them down. “Nope. You know I love your mouth, but right now I want to be buried deep inside your pussy.”
“Mateo…”
He ignores my feeble objections, turning me around and bringing his weight against me, crushing me. His hands skim my hips, catching my shirt and tugging it up and over my head.
“We were supposed to be quick, and we have to use a condom if you’re going to fuck me.”
“It’ll take too long,” he says before pressing his lips to my bare shoulder. “Either I fuck you without a condom or we run late to the movie.”
“You have to let me go on the pill,” I inform him, as his mouth moves in toward my neck. “I know you hate condoms and you’re going to get me pregnant.”
“Would that be the worst thing?”