Something So Irresistible (Something So 3)

The next person I call is Vivienne, who shouts with glee about going to see her future babies’ father.

The rest of the day, Max lingers in the back of my head. I need to go and see him, if anything to finish the conversation he started last night. I dress in all black that night, kind of how I feel inside. Vivienne of course gets there late.

“Why can’t you ever be on time?” I ask her the minute I got into the Uber she had rode in.

“I had to get the perfect outfit. You never know if he is going to see me and invite me backstage,” she huffs out.

“Let’s not hold our breath,” I murmur under my breath and she doesn’t bother answering.

By the time we walk in James Blunt is already singing. We are ushered to our seats as I walk looking down to make sure I don’t trip on anything. When I finally get to my seat, look up, and see him, I shake my head, trying not to smile. Of course he did. I’m in a daze till Ed comes out and I graze his hand with mine. His hot hand makes my fingers tingle, so I slowly do it again, wanting to hold his hand, and as I do it again I feel his hand move, turning his palm over as he takes my hand in his.

And now here I am in my office, lost in him, lost in the kiss. My back arches forward as I try to get closer to him. He moans into my mouth as he presses me deeper into my door as his hands move from my face to my side to cupping my ass and lifting me up, so I wrap my legs around his waist and he slams me back, his hand going from squeezing my ass to up my back to in my hair as his hand fists my hair, pulling my head back, my mouth leaving his, and he bites my neck. I moan out, my eyes closing as my nipples start to perk.

“Fuck.” He comes back up and kisses me. This time it’s even more hungry than before. When we finally let each other go, our pants are heard in the room as my chest and his go up and down as if we just finished running. “Angel,” he says and I whisper out, “Yeah.”

“Tell me this isn’t just me. Tell me it isn’t just me feeling crazy. Tell me it isn’t just my world knocked off.”

I use my hands to cup his cheeks. “Not just you,” I say, kissing him on the lips. My feet uncross and I slip down onto my feet. “I don’t want to leave this room.” I look down at my hands that are now on his chest, when he uses his finger to raise my face.

“Doesn’t matter where we go, Angel,” he says softly, “it’s me and you.” He grabs my hand and opens the door as we walk back to our seats, and now Vivienne and Denise are standing together as they look over at us, both pairs of eyes going down to our hands. But I’m not letting go, and neither is Max, it seems.

The concert finishes and we follow Max, who has his car here. He asks Vivienne where we are dropping her off, but it seems Denise and Vivienne aren’t ready to call it a night yet, so he drops them off at the bar. After we say bye to them, he pulls off and makes his way to his house.

“Well, I guess I’m coming over.” I smile at him and he takes my hand from the console and kisses it. When he lets my hand go, he keeps holding it in his lap. When we park the car, I get out and he waits for me at the back, grabbing my hand. I smile and try and keep up with him as he walks away. We walk upstairs and he takes out his keys and puts it in the keyhole. “You know,” I say with my back against the door, looking at him, “I really like kissing you,” I tell him and he leans his head down and I smile as he smiles at me.

“That’s a good thing because I plan on kissing you a lot.” He sticks his tongue out, licking me. I put my tongue out, meeting his, and he crushes me against the door as I use my hands, going to his waist, and this time I’m the one with my hands on his ass, pulling it to me. And he picks me up with one hand as he kisses me senseless and opens the door. He carries me in while I put my hand through his hair as he groans out and I feel exactly how ready he is on my stomach.