Casual Affair

And that just wasn’t an option.

He would not use trigger words when talking to her like “boyfriend” or “girlfriend,” “exclusive,” “commitment,” or anything else that might give her heart palpitations. Labels obviously freaked her out, so he wouldn’t use them, or call it what it really was.

Dating.

When he looked over the field and saw Bea watching him with a single-minded intensity, everything below his waist stood at attention. When a gorgeous woman looked at a man like that, he couldn’t not show some type of reaction.

Oh, yeah. She wants it.

As her eyes scanned over his naked torso, arousal slammed into him with such force he almost ran over and tackled her right there on the grass.

He needed to get them out of there.

Fast.

Thankfully, the game was over fifteen minutes later. She didn’t even seem to notice that her team had lost. Instead, she was still looking at him with fire in her eyes, licking those full lips like she wanted to have him for dessert.

That was enough.

He jogged over to her. “Got your car here?”

She just shook her head. He knew her heart was pounding same as his, and not from the game. He recognized the telltales signs of lust.

He nodded. “Good. Come on.”

They’d just started to walk away when Mike shouted, “Hey, you two! You going to come get a pint with us?”

Zane looked over his shoulder. “We’re good. You lot go on ahead.”

Mike just grinned knowingly, and Zane turned away before he had to listen to any ribbing from the guys. He didn’t have the patience to deal with them.

His dick needed touched, sucked, or fucked in the next five minutes or he would develop a serious medical condition.

They reached his car without saying a word. He drove like a bat out of hell back to his flat, desperate to get her under him before she changed her mind. The air in the car was instantly sexually charged. His body became electrified when she reached over and began stroking him through his thin gym shorts.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Just like that, luv.”

He was exercising every bit of restraint he had not to stop alongside the curb and pull her onto his lap.

Because the woman was evil, she put her filthy little mouth right at his ear and began to whisper. “If I sucked that down right now, could you stay on the road? Could you still concentrate while I licked you from base to tip? What if I had you in my mouth while I touched myself? Huh, Zane? Would you lose it if I had my hand in my panties while I swallowed your cum?”

“Damn right, I’d lose it.”

Was she trying to make him wreck the car?

“Bloody Christ, Bea,” he said on a groan. “Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?”

Her hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped harder, faster. “I’ve told you before. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Hell, yes. She truly did.

He reached his garage and whipped the car into a parking space, luckily without nailing any street signs along the way. He yanked open her door and pulled her from the car, striding with purpose toward the lift. He didn’t want to hear anything else out of her mouth except her moans of pleasure, or his name being screamed at the top of her lungs.

There were times when banter could be fun.

This was not one of those times.

He was way too pent-up to delay his gratification.

Or hers.

Unlike their first night together, he placed her on the opposite side of the lift during the ride. They stared at each other the whole way, building the anticipation, raising the heat level.

But the second his flat door clicked shut, he flew at her.

“Come here,” he growled.

He yanked her to him by the back of her neck and attacked her mouth with his. Their mutual groans mingled together the instant their lips met, their tongues tangling, ravenous in their exploration.

When her hands slid down and squeezed his arse, pulling him closer, he snapped. He ripped her tank top over her head, barely able to keep the material in one piece, revealing her sports bra. She helped push his T-shirt up his chest as he reached back and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the floor.

He connected their mouths again, swallowing every one of her breaths, frantic to consume all of her. He walked her backward toward his bathroom and the shower as he pushed down those ridiculously tight shorts of hers. When he had her pinned against the doorway, he tore his mouth away and looked down. Her face was pink with excitement, her eyes dark with hunger.