Oh shit.I might have just come.
“I can fix it,” a gruff voice announces, shocking me out of my lust inferno.The owner of the shop—Harvey, I think Warner called him—lets the door swing shut behind him as he reenters the garage.
Thank goodness I didn’t succeed in fucking Warner here.
Still, an awkward silence descends over our group when Harvey’s eyes land on me and his face gets a deer-in-the-headlights look.I glance down at myself, remembering the handprints on my boobs.
In the last few minutes, I have acquired a variety of stains on my dress.There are streaks on my waist and the skirt, where I pressed up against Warner, and I’m betting I have a few more clear handprints on my ass.
But who cares?
I’m about to fuck the guy.So what if the foreplay got a little dirty?
Harvey clears his throat, and a frown mars his whiskered face.“Your talk go well?”
“It’s not—” Warner starts, but I cut him off.
“Just look at me.”I twirl to show off the variety of oil stains on my once-pure-white dress.“Of course it did!”I end my display by letting all my excitement for what’s about to happen infuse my grin.“Now, if you wouldn’t mind letting me know the damage, we can get settled up.And then I can take Mr.Handsy home with me.”
30
WARNER
We endup at my place, mainly because it’s closer.
And Ineedto be alone with Zoey as soon as possible.
Anticipation thrums between us, but we haven’t kissed again since Harvey’s sudden appearance broke us apart.
I’m biding my time.
“How long have you lived here?”
Zoey trails her fingers along the back of my sofa.I imagine those fingers giving my skin the same treatment.
I’m so frantic for her that I’ve situated myself on the opposite side of the room, trying to get enough distance that I can remind myself how to treat this gorgeous woman with respect rather than ravage her like a beast.
But, damn, her proximity brings out my animal.
“Three years,” I can’t suppress the needy growl in my voice.
A smile curves her mouth.“Any roommates?”
“No.Just me.”
She meets my eyes, her stare wicked.“Good.”Then, her fingers are at the edge of her skirt, pulling the material up and over her head until she’s on display, dressed only in some peachy underwear that almost exactly matches her skin tone.
Zoey is all curves and soft edges.I can see her nipples through the lacy material of her bra.I want to suck on them, see how wild I can drive her with my tongue on those sensitive peaks.Then, I want to drag her panties off and tongue her core until she’s screaming my name.I stalk across the room to where she leans back against the couch.I’m almost to her, hands reaching, when Zoey dodges my grip by dropping to her knees.
“What …” My question trails off as she undoes my belt buckle and slides the leather free.
“Do you mind if I suck your dick?I imagined it once, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”Her fingers pause on my fly as she stares up at me.Waiting for my permission.
“Sure.Go for it.”My attempt at sounding casual fails when the words come out on a choked breath.
Zoey makes quick work of my pants zipper, and her eager hands push the material down, along with my briefs.I’m half hard from the sight of her on her knees, and when she makes a happy noise and wraps her hand around the base of me, I grow to my full length.
“I’m STI-free,” she informs me.“Tested three months ago and haven’t been with anyone in a year.When was the last time you were checked?Do werewolves get STIs?”
