“Something light and fun,” she said. “I need that.”
He eyed the one she was looking at. “No romantic comedies. I’m not in the mood for anything romantic.”
They settled on a foreign film, one they’d never heard of. It sounded neutral enough: the story of a widow trying to recover from her husband’s sudden death, set in France. Angst would be a good distracter. Having to read subtitles would distract her even more. He bought a tub of popcorn, and they settled into their seats. Every time they reached into the tub at the same time, and their fingers brushed, she felt that jolt. This might be the last day she’d see him. So she waited until she saw him reaching into the tub from the corner of her eye and reached, too.
Save up those jolts, girl. You’ll probably never get to feel this again.
Kristy was touched by Adele’s deeply moving journey from pain to power. She had gone from overprotected housewife to career woman, proving herself to her brooding boss, Benoit. In French, even when they discussed the consistency of cheese, it sounded sensuous. They were arguing over which angle to use for an ad campaign for cheese when Benoit grabbed Adele and started kissing her. A warm flush washed over Kristy. Now they weren’t arguing over anything. No subtitles to distract.
Benoit swept everything off his desk with his arm and laid her on top of it, their mouths sealed together in desperate kisses. His hand ran down her now-bared leg, pushing up her skirt even more.
Kristy squirmed in her seat, resisting the urge to cover her eyes.
Benoit’s other hand tore at Adele’s dress. Buttons flew. He bared her breast and sucked it like a man starved.
Kristy squirmed again, feeling heat crawling through her body like a thousand ants. She saw Adrian shift, too. It took everything inside her not to look at him, but she was pretty sure he was watching it in the same riveted way she was.
The two actors groaned and breathed heavily, and he trailed kisses down her stomach the way Adrian had done to her only two days ago. That hot, tingling sensation marched right down between her legs. The actor was kissing her thighs, pushing them apart. She realized her own legs were moving apart, too, and she felt exactly what that woman was feeling. She saw not the two actors but her and Adrian, their bodies moving together, felt him filling her, and when she could hardly breathe, she reached over to grab a handful of popcorn to shove into her mouth.
Only she didn’t get a handful of popcorn. The bucket wasn’t where it had been. But Adrian’s very hard penis was, and that’s what she got a handful of. He jerked, and she jerked, and the bucket spilled, sending popcorn flying everywhere.
“Sorry! I was grabbing popcorn!”
He swore under his breath and stood. “I need some fresh air.”
She followed him, and he stopped near the doorway but still inside the darkened theater, where the heavy breathing continued.
He leaned down, and whispered, “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“I didn’t know it was that kind of movie!”
“I’m not talking about the movie.”
“I didn’t mean to grab you. You moved the popcorn bucket, and I wasn’t looking where I was putting my hand, and—”
He kissed her, just as fierce and passionately as Benoit had kissed Adele. She bumped against the carpeted wall with the force of it, and he crushed her mouth beneath his. His hands were on her arms, then her breasts. She ran her hands down his back and over his buttocks, dying in pleasure with the realization that he hadn’t completely shut her out.
He groaned in her mouth, more of a growl, really, pushing his body against hers. She ground her stomach against him, feeling the pressure of his maleness against her pubic area. Would anyone notice them if they made love right there?
No, no, no, uh, what was the question?
She tilted her head back, losing herself in the feel of his mouth sliding down her throat and the hollow where he dipped his tongue and made her think of other places his tongue could dip, and oh…
“Oh, hell,” he said, and stalked out of the door.
She spun with dizziness at the abrupt change but followed him out to where he walked to the alcove of another movie’s entrance. It was quiet, other than one employee who was vacuuming the hallway.
He spun on her, his hand to his forehead. “You have officially driven me crazy. I have never lost it like that in a public place. Especially with a woman who may have screwed up my best friend’s life and potentially my career. Right now I’m angry at you, and I’m even angrier at myself. I haven’t made it to where I am, haven’t survived extreme skiing and mountain climbing, by getting swept beyond my control. There’s something about you that does that to me. Your crazy colors and adorable smile and your dimples, the way you walk to the music even if you’re not listening to music—” He shook his head. “Right now I don’t want you doing that to me. We’re getting out of here.”