Chapter 20

Chapter 20
Max

Max started to pull out of the player’s lot then realized he hadn’t even asked if Angie had her car there.
“Oh no,” she said when he asked. “I took an Uber because I didn’t want to deal with all of the crazy city traffic.”
“I guess you’re looking for a ride then?”
“You offering?”
“Only if you tell me where you live.” He waggled his brows.
She rolled her eyes but that smile of hers, the one that never failed to make his own appear in return, crept out. “That’s generally how these things work,” she deadpanned before rattling off her address and directing him to her apartment.
“Have you seen the latest Marvel movie?” he asked.
“Uh, is that even a question?” she said. “Because the answer, of course, is absolutely. I’ve seen it three times already. It’s . . .”
“Everything,” he said. “Or at least, according to Brayden. He went with Anna opening weekend. It’s been all I can do to avoid spoilers.”
“Dude, that movie came out weeks ago. You’re well out of the buffer period. Any spoilers you hear at this point are your own fault.”
He stopped at a red light, turned to narrow his eyes at her. “I have a job that keeps me too busy to—”
“I have a job that keeps me busy,” she teased. “Yours is just an excuse. You need to get on it, dude.”
“No sympathy,” Max grumbled.
“Nope,” she said with a giggle. “Also, you’re seriously making me doubt your priorities and your nerd degree. This is me.” She pointed to a building.
“Let me find a spot to park, and I’ll walk you up.”
“No. It’s late, and you should get home.”
He braked, double-parking for the moment. Hell, this was San Francisco, double-parking was pretty much an art form. “Brayden is already asleep,” he said. “I’m not in a rush, and the adrenaline from the game will keep me up for hours.”
Angie yawned. “Well, it was an exciting game, and I’m glad you guys won, but I’m not going to be up for hours.”
“It’s late and dark.”
She raised one brow, turned her head so she was looking out her window. “You can see inside my building from here. Plus, I have a doorman. I’ll be fine.”
He leaned close, nuzzled her jaw. “So independent.”
“Damn r-right,” she said, voice stuttering when he flicked his tongue out to taste her skin.
So fucking sweet.
“Or maybe you’re trying to deny me my goodnight kiss?” Her lips parted in surprise, and he traced one finger along the bottom one. “No reply?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek, the corner of that mouth. “Just gorgeous, sexy silence?”
Angie rotated to face him, the movement so fast he blinked in surprise. “So, that’s how it is?” she said, lips a millimeter from his, her hot breath teasing and tempting all at once. “You only like me silent?” Her mouth brushed his.
Max stifled a groan when she leaned back, trailed one hand along the V of her blouse. The woman had gorgeous breasts, and he wanted to motorboat them like a son of a bitch. Especially when she caught him looking and arched her spine.
His mouth watered to taste.
“I like you, Angel,” he said, his voice like sandpaper.
“Hmm,” she said, unbuckling her seat belt so she was fully facing him, resting her elbow on the console and propping her jaw onto her palm. “I’m not so sure about that.”
She licked her lips.
And he lost his mind.
One tug had her over the console and onto his lap. The next had her straddling his hips.
“Oh,” she said and tilted her hips, brushing against his cock. “Oh. That’s—”
He kissed her, taking advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue inside. Fuck, but she tasted amazing. Fuck, but she felt amazing, soft to his hard, skin like silk, mouth hot and wet and—
She broke away.
Both of their chests were heaving, but fuck oxygen, fuck breathing. He needed Angie.
Naked and beneath him.
Or naked and on top of him.
His lips found hers again, and he groaned when Angie melted against him, breasts rubbing against his chest, pelvis shifting so she was seated more fully against him. She moved, and he groaned, stars flashing behind his eyes. Then she moved again and he came very close to embarrassing himself.
Yeah, not ideal.
He shored up every ounce of his control, lifted Angie from his lap, and deposited her back onto her seat.
“You’re dangerous,” he told her.
She clasped a hand to her throat. “You’re dangerous.”
He grinned.
She grinned.
Her words were soft, though her satisfaction was plain to see. “Thanks for the goodnight kiss.”
“I—”
A horn blared behind them before a car swerved around them, the driver flipping them both off in the process.
“That’s my cue,” she said and reached for the handle.
He grinned. “Perfect timing, as always.”
Angie laughed. “Thanks, Max. For everything.” She hopped out.
“Wait,” he said before she closed the door. “I’ll still see you tomorrow?”
A smirk. “Only if you promise to take me to see the Marvel movie.”
Marvel and a sexy woman? Yeah, not exactly a trial. But he played along anyway, tapping a finger to his chin as though pondering the statement. “Only if you promise me another goodnight kiss.”
She bit back a smile. “You gonna spring for popcorn and candy?”
“I’ll even throw in an ICEE if you want.”
“Mmm, sugar,” she teased. “Okay, I’m in.”
She closed the door, and he watched her walk inside, smiling when she turned back to wave at him before she disappeared into the lobby.
Banter, superheroes, and scorching hot kisses?
This woman was the one.