My laugh was more unhinged, nerves releasing with the roll of my body.
“I am not smiling. I’m laughing.”
“You are smiling. Right at me.”
He adjusted against the bike, standing a couple of inches taller than me.
“I’m not.”
He trapped my chin between his finger and thumb, and my lungs stopped working.
“Smile for me.”
His breath was on my cheek, and I tried so hard to keep a straight face, but I was with him, and there was nowhere else in the world I wanted to be.
“There it is,” he said, his own grin capable of taking my breath, if I were capable of breathing. “You’re so beautiful.”
His entire expression shifted. Everything softened as he looked at me.
“Zolt, are you goingto kiss me?”
His eyes crinkled. “Yes.If you’ll let me.”
I tilted my head so he could get a better angle. “If you did, I’d just blame it on heatstroke.”
He laughed against my lips.“And, Zsófia, if you were to kiss me, I’d just blame it on adrenaline.”
That was it. I looped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
Covered in dirt, hands shaking from our race, heart fluttering like when I’d gone down the slope — I pressed my body into his and kissed him with all the certainty I had.
Certain I wanted him. Certain he wanted me. Certain that he would be there for the fallout.
It wasn’t soft or slow. It wasn’t rough or rushed. His hands fell to my waist, keeping me close, and I tugged at the collar of his jacket, pulling him down to me. It was too good. Too much.
And I didn’t have the nerve to ever let it end.
One of his hands slipped through my dusty hair, and he tilted my head again to deepen the kiss. A low grunt sounded from him, and my insides melted. I needed him everywhere. My hands roamed, the kiss becoming more desperate as my mind only considered one thing — we’d fucked on a bike before. Now we had the choice of two.
He didn’t hold back, and I let myself get lost within him.
It was too much.
And I wanted more.
I wanted everything with him.
He kissed me like we had always been heading here. Like he’d known from that first moment in the studio. He kissed me with need and certainty, but lazily enough for me to know… this was it. This wouldn’t be enough.
“Fia,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again. With each kiss he peppered on me, he said my name again and again, like a prayer. “Fia, Fia.”
I couldn’t respond. If I spoke, I might say something that broke the magic. The seal on who we were.
Because here we were, two people without scandal or secrets, and all we were was two people who wanted each other more than anything in the world.
I didn’t know we’d moved until I felt my bike like a brick wall behind me.
He grunted my name again, and I kissed him harder, nipping at his lip. He gasped, laughed, and met my fire.
