Tomboy

Her feet were off the ground the second the words were out of her mouth, and he was carrying her into the employee bathroom. The second they were inside the small room, he kicked the door shut and flipped the lock. They were both breathing hard, their eyes a little crazed. Then, he was kissing her as her hands roamed his body with an urgency she couldn’t explain as it washed over her. When he broke off the kiss, there wasn’t time to question the need making her core ache, because he spun her around so she faced the bathroom counter.

“I will make up for the quickness of this later,” he said between kisses and nips down her neck.

“What makes you think there will be a later?” she asked, a question that probably would have carried more weight if she wasn’t pressing backward and rubbing her ass against his hard cock.

“Because,” he said, pushing her back enough that there was room for his hands on the button and zipper of her jeans. “You want me just as bad as I want you.” He shoved her jeans down past her ass, palming it and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. “Don’t you, Fallon?” He let go of her butt, sliding his palm around her hip and slipping his fingers under the elastic of her underwear, but not going any farther. “I’m gonna find out in a second just how much you want me, so you might as well give it up now.”

He brushed his fingertips across the top of her pubic bone, smoothing the tight curls there, so close to her sensitive clit that it was the best kind of torture. “Yes, I want you.”

“Good.” He glided his fingers through her wet folds, one on either side of her clit, moving up and down but not touching her most sensitive spot. “So soft and wet for me already. Do you want to come now or while my cock is deep inside you?”

Fucking A. He turned her brain and legs to Jell-O, and then he wanted her to make decisions.

“Inside.” It was the only word she could get out as she rocked against his fingers, arching her hips in an effort to get him to touch her in just the right spot.

“So impatient. You’re lucky we’re so pressed for time, because I had the entire five-hour plane trip last night to think about all the things I wanted to do to you.” He circled her clit so slow it wasn’t even close to fair. “How many ways I wanted you to come on me and with me.” He sped up, pressing harder against the sensitive spot. “And just how damn bad I wanted to see my wet dick sliding in and out as I fucked you slow and hard.”

Holy hell. She was going to come just from listening to him.

“Zach,” she moaned, sounding desperate and needy and not giving a shit. “Please.”

“I got you, Fallon.” But he didn’t. He let her go and stepped back.

It was almost enough to make her cry out in frustration. Then she heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper being torn open and the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down. Watching him in the mirror, she shoved her jeans an

d underwear down to her ankles, spreading her legs as wide as she could, and planted her hands on the bathroom sink while arching her back and pushing her hips out as far as they would go.

“You look so good like that.”

She looked up at his reflection in the mirror, and a shiver of anticipation went through her right down to her toes. “Stop looking and fuck me.”

“Now there’s the bossy woman I know.” He smoothed his hand over the curve of her ass.

She shivered in anticipation and pleasure as she felt the smooth head of his cock rub against her before he pushed inside. Not all the way—just a taste. Then his hands were on her hips, and he yanked her back as he drove forward, filling her until it was all she could do not to scream out just how damn good it felt. Then she felt his fingers brush her clit as he leaned over her so his mouth was near her ear.

“You feel that? How good we fit together.” He circled her clit with his finger. “You’re so wet and tight, so close to coming already, aren’t you? Did you play with yourself last night after you sent me that pic?”

There was no point in lying, even if she could when he was inside her, making her body respond to his every thrust. “Yes.”

“And did you come all over those fingers?” he asked, mimicking what she’d done to herself last night.

“Yes,” she said, the words coming out low and needy.

He picked up the pace, pushing into her hard and sure, filling her up until he was so deep. “Will you let me watch sometime, see how you work that clit?”

“Yes,” she cried out as the tension building in her core tightened and spun, taking her higher with each thrust of his hips and circle of his fingers.

She had no idea what it was about his words as he fucked her that did it for her, but her entire body was vibrating and reaching toward release until finally her climax hit, momentarily wiping out the rest of the world except for Zach fucking her hard until he came a few seconds later.

Chapter Seventeen

Zach had not planned on screwing Fallon in her clinic bathroom while a bunch of kids were outside waiting to send him crashing down into a tank of water. Then he’d gotten into a room alone with her and she had her hair in that braid again, was wearing an Ice Knights T-shirt—not one with his number on it—and something primal inside of him came roaring to the front. It wasn’t just that he wanted his hands on her. It was that he only wanted his hands on her. The fact that she was wearing Pavel Gerkin’s number, even though the guy was sixty if he was a day and his number had been retired, made him jealous.

That was a new one, and he had no idea what in the hell to do with that, which meant that their quick post-sex clean-up in the bathroom was quiet as well as fast.

“Are you okay?” she asked as she swiped some Chapstick across her lips. “You just went from dirty-talking fuck machine to silent mode.”

He laughed. “Do you ever not say what’s on your mind?”