Casual Affair

Shit. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

She cupped his manhood, stroked his stiff cock. Those jeans did nothing to hide his size. Clearly, he did have reason to be cocky.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed. “I think perhaps we should take this elsewhere.”

“This is working just fine for me.”

But not really. She needed to be naked with him—soon—but didn’t know if she could pry herself away from him at the moment.

“Sweetheart, I don’t plan on this night ending with a quick fuck in the dirty loo of this club. I have much better ideas in mind.”

He stopped thrusting his hips against hers, and she immediately wanted to protest. His arms remained wrapped around her, but they had stilled. The only thing moving now was his chest as it rose and fell with his heavy breaths.

“Come on, Bea. We’ve avoided this for two months, but you can’t deny it anymore. We want to fuck. So. Let’s. Fuck. I want to see your tits. I want to taste that pussy. I want those goddamn legs wrapped around me when I come so fucking hard inside you. And I know you want my cock. I can smell your desire. So, let me give it to you. Let me make your head spin tonight.”

Oh. My. God.

A woman only had so much resistance. And he had just stampeded through every bit of hers.

“Meet me outside,” she told him, and dashed out of his arms to go find Felicity and Gwen. She quickly told them she was taking off but wasted no time explaining. It wasn’t necessary, anyway.

She flew out the door of the club and spotted him leaning against the brick wall of the building, looking every inch like he wanted to grab her and take her up against that wall. His eyes blazed with heat, shooting through her like a laser beam as he watched her approach. Or maybe it was a tractor beam, because she felt an invisible force pulling her to him.

As if he couldn’t wait any longer, he sprang forward, grasped her hand, and started walking down the street at a brisk pace. He stopped in front of a new Jaguar and pushed her up against it. Boxing her in with his muscular arms, he leaned into her space.

“I need to do this if I’m going to get through the drive,” he rasped.

Then his mouth crashed against hers.

Oh, mother of God.

He didn’t start slow with closed-mouth kisses. No, that wasn’t his style. He immediately demanded entrance into her mouth and searched out her tongue with his. Their tongues dueled, battling with need. His lips were insistent as they ate at hers, nibbling in teasing bites before diving in again.

It was a hurried, raw kiss that left both of them panting.

With that kiss, desires were driven. Breaths were stolen. Permission was given.

They got so lost in each other she didn’t give it a second thought, just wrapped one leg around his waist, hiking her dress up. His hands went to her ass to pull her flush against him. Soft center met hard package, and she didn’t care who was watching. She wouldn’t have had a problem with him fucking her right there on the street.

But…laws, and all that.

He was the first to pull away. “Christ. You don’t even know what you’re in for.”

She licked along the seam of her lips, tasting the bourbon from his drink. “If you’re as good at screwing as you are at dancing and kissing, I’m in for a real treat.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

She didn’t doubt that one single bit.

After helping her into the car, he walked around and got in behind the wheel. “Hold on, luv,” he said, revving the engine. “You’re about to get the ride of your life.”

Chapter Five

Zane pushed Bea into the elevator and slammed her up against the wall. He took her mouth, lifting her into his arms, his hands shoving her dress up her hips.

He was frantic.

As he had been for the last two months. Frantic to see more of her, feel more of her. Taste all of her.

“Touch me,” he whispered. “I can’t stand it anymore. I need your hands on me.” He didn’t care if he sounded desperate.

Hell, he was desperate.

Her hands were instantly on his chest, fingers flying at the buttons on his shirt to reach the bare skin beneath. Her body writhed against his, moving as though she was trying to climb up him.