Tomboy (The Hartigans #3)(61)

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve got a hard ache right here.” He lowered her palm and pressed it to his aching cock.

She lightly squeezed him. “Perhaps some massage?”

“That might help.” Or it might kill him, but he’d die a happy man.

“I think I need to do an exam.” She sank down to her knees. “If you’ll press your palms against the wall and follow my directions.”

He did exactly what she asked as his entire body tensed and hardened, tightened by a rush of lust and something more that nearly had him on his knees. This wasn’t just play anymore. It wasn’t a game. It sure as hell wasn’t just for fun. They’d crossed a line, and he didn’t want to go back.

Her hands went to the button of his jeans, but her gaze stayed on his as she slipped it free and then lowered his zipper. “Don’t move.”

Hell, he couldn’t even remember how to breathe at the moment, so he wasn’t worried about breaking the no-moving rule. Leaning forward, she used her hot mouth to trace the line of his happy trail as she worked his jeans and underwear down his legs.

Her hand felt cool against him as she wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, moving her hand up and down his length. “I’m just gonna take a closer look,” she said as she dipped her head down and sucked his swollen head into her mouth.

He rocked his hips forward, desperate to sink farther inside her warmth, but she smacked his ass, the sound a crack in the otherwise silent house.

“No moving.” And without waiting for any response, she went back to licking and teasing the tip while her hand remained wrapped tight around the shaft.

It was torture. The best fucking torture he’d ever experienced in his life. Each touch of her tongue created a shot of electricity jolting through his body. Then she began to stroke her hand up and down his shaft, following with her lips until he was buried in that lush mouth of hers. She kept him there, watching him with her big blue eyes, almost challenging him to move as she did things with her tongue along his length that had him clenching his jaw tight in an effort not to give in to the urge. He was going to lose that battle. They both knew it. But it wasn’t going to happen like she expected.

“Get up,” he said, the words coming out harsh and clipped as he fought to maintain control.

With one last stroke of her hand, she pulled back and released him before standing up. “You ready for the exam room?”

“It’s too late for that.” He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around so she faced the wall. “I’m going to fuck you right here just like this, and every time you walk down this hallway, you’re going to remember how damn good it was.”

…

For a whole half a second, Fallon thought about arguing, about wresting control back. Then he slid his hands over her hips, up her sides, and cupped her breasts as he leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear.

“Spread your legs.”

Questioning it wasn’t even part of her thought process anymore, not when he used that voice—the one that promised so many dirty things that would feel so damn good. She widened her stance and pushed her ass back toward him, expecting the next thing she’d feel was his hard dick sliding inside her, filling her up. Instead it was his fingers. First one, then another, moving up and down her slick folds, circling her entrance, and rubbing her clit.

“Fuck, you are so wet for me already, aren’t you?”

She pushed against his fingers, desperate for relief from the aching need in her core. “Please, Zach.”

“What do you want, Fallon?” he asked as he rolled and tugged her nipple between his fingers.

“I want to feel you inside me.”

He must have heard and understood the desperation in her voice, because the next sound wasn’t his rough voice teasing and tormenting her with more questions—it was the sound of a foil packet being opened.

“Time for a choice. Do you want me to fuck you now or lick that sweet pussy of yours?”

She didn’t even have to think about it. “Fuck me.”

She needed to feel him deep inside her, experience that sense of fullness she could only get from him. It wasn’t about getting the dick. It was about Zach. She needed him. She loved him.

The realization hit her just as he pushed forward into her, scattering the thought into the wind as her body responded to his. She arched her back, rotated her hips, pressed against him, taking him deeper.

“You feel so good, Fallon.” He kissed his way up the back of her neck as he fucked her. “I love—”

Whatever he was going to say next turned into a groan of pleasure as he sank deeper, changing the angle just enough so that he slid against the tight bundle of nerves inside her entrance with every thrust. Then he dropped one hand lower, brushing his fingertips across her hard clit, circling it as he continued to fuck her, deep and hard.

It was all so much, he was everywhere with his chest pressed against her back, rolling an aching nipple between the fingers of one hand, and caressing her clit with the other. Still, it wasn’t enough.

“Harder,” she begged. “I need.”

He gave her exactly what she wanted, thrusting deep and with enough power that she was sure her hands were going to leave dents in the drywall. She was okay with that. She was beyond okay with that as the pressure built inside her, setting off a buzzing vibration in her core.