Page 68 of Spark
As they wandered hand-in-hand down the line of booths, Chris thought that Sophie looked radiant. She wore one of her flattering off-the-shoulder summer dresses embroidered with colorful birds and flowers, probably a souvenir of her stay in Todos Santos. He was glad that he’d shaved and dressed in one of his nicer buttoned shirts, along with a pair of new jeans and his cowboy boots.
They stopped at every booth, trying all the samples of locally-made jams, salsas, honey, cheeses, smoked meats, and pastries.
Dinner was a multi-course affair that they ate while walking. They bought roasted corn on a stick at one booth, street tacos at another, barbecued brisket and spareribs at the Wildcat Texas BBQ booth, then finished with fresh fruit on skewers and ice cream cones.
The fair was crowded with out-of-town visitors, but along the way, Chris and Sophie ran into quite a few people that they knew. Chris decided that he really liked being seen holding hands with Sophie. It felt like a public declaration of his intentions toward her.
Matt’s previously-unrequited longing for her was legendary in the shifter community here. Now people would know that he’d thrown his hat in the ring, as well.
Then it was time for the band to begin playing at Riverside Park. This close to midsummer, the sun was still high above the western peaks.
Chris and Sophie followed the crowd streaming in the direction of the park. The band was playing in a concert area with bleachers that had been built on an island in the middle of the river, accessible by a pedestrian bridge from the part of the park located on the eastern bank of the river.
The concrete dance floor in front of the bandstand proved to be so crowded that Sophie and Chris ended up dancing on the lawn that surrounded the concert area.
Chris didn’t care. He was enjoying the excuse to hold Sophie close to him in public. He couldn’t help teasing her with furtive caresses as they moved together, or stealing kisses when he could. It was impossible not to touch her when her sweet, curvy body was nestled in his arms, and he enjoyed the thrill of turning her on in public.
When the music finally stopped, it was finally growing dark, with a lingering band of deep orange twilight over the western mountains. The crowd gathered on the dance floor and sitting in the bleachers quickly began moving towards the bridge that would take them back to downtown.
Sophie began to follow them, but Chris had other ideas. Her scent was rich with arousal. Turning her on had turned him on, too. He was hard, and he wanted her pretty badly.
“Let’s wait for the crowd to clear a bit,” he suggested. “I’m not in a hurry—are you?”
“Nope,” Sophie said. She reached for his hand and laced her fingers through his. “This was really fun. I’m glad you suggested we do this.”
“I had fun too,” Chris replied. “And it was great to spend some time with you on a real date.”
She smiled at him, looking so beautiful that he couldn’t resist pulling her in close and kissing her.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Desire ignited between them.
Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the crowd to clear the footbridge, or endure the long drive back to the ranch and his place.
“Come with me,” he said, tugging her along as he made a beeline for a dark corner he’d noticed behind the bleachers.
There, he pushed her up against the wall, and resumed kissing her, devouring her mouth ferociously as he began to pull up her dress.
“I can’t wait,” he told her, lifting his lips from hers just far enough to talk. “I need you now.”
Chapter Twenty-One
“Ican’t wait. I need you now.” Chris’s voice was low, with just the edge of a growl.
His lean hard body held Sophie captive against the cool, smooth concrete at her back. The hard bulge of his erection pressed into her belly, testifying to his desire for her.
“Oh God, yes.” Sophie burned with need for him, too.
He’d been fanning the flames all evening while they’d been dancing, kissing all the places along her ears and the sides of her neck that turned her own, rubbing his hips against hers in ways that reminded her of all the sweet dirty things he’d done to her over the past week.
She clung to him, returning his kisses as he plunged his tongue into her mouth and took possession.
She felt him lift her dress, and was suddenly and acutely aware that they were in a semi-public place, out of sight but easily discoverable if someone decided to wander this way.
Knowing that they might be caught at any second added a sharp thrill to the experience as he lifted her with effortless strength and urged her wordlessly to wrap her legs around his hips.
He settled her firmly against him, the hard ridge at the front of his jeans pressing against the taut cotton of her panties over her throbbing pussy.
Then he began to move, thrusting against her hard and fast. Sophie tilted her hips and dug her fingers into his shoulders, panting as each move ground his rigid cock against her clit.
