“I want you to make love to me.”
She felt his grin against her lips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Swiveling her hips, she brushed the apex of her thighs against the increasingly hard front of his jeans.
“Here?”
“Yes.” She lifted the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it from his body. “Well, maybe not in the chair since customers are going to sit here at some point in the future.”
He smirked. “Good call. Floor?”
“The floor’s good.” She gripped the sides of his face and meshed her lips to his again.
Finally...finally…his fingers dug into the outside of her ass and he held her tightly as he took them to the ground. She wrapped her legs high and tight around his waist, refusing to allow any separation between them until absolutely necessary.
He lifted his head slightly and stared down at her, searching her eyes. “You sure you want to christen your bookstore?”
It was her turn to smirk. “Absolutely.”
“All right, then.” He yanked off her shirt and before she could really process how quickly it happened, Tim had her naked and his pants were down around his knees.
He sank deep in one smooth stroke and groaned into her neck. “Fuck, I missed you.”
An electric current raced through her body, followed quickly by a sense of rightness. Damn, she’d wasted two days of this. Thank God, he was so tenacious and hadn’t let her go without a fight.
“I missed you too,” she whispered.
He pulled out and thrust back in, quickly finding a rhythm that sent her hurtling toward the edge of her orgasm. Running a hand up her thigh, he pulled her leg over his arm and kissed her calf.
“Your legs are gorgeous,” he said. “They were the first thing I saw when you were stuck in that window. I remember thinking they weren’t as gorgeous as the ass they were attached to.”
He bottomed out and rotated his hips, grinding the root of his cock against her clit.
She sucked in a sharp breath as the first hint of her orgasm hit. A tiny spark sending her body a warning. Watching her, Tim repeated the move again and again until that spark lit and exploded deep in her.
Zoe threw her head back and cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. He dropped his head beside hers and shorted his strokes until he finally thrust deep with a hard, full-body shudder.
Tim kissed her neck and jawline as their breathing returned to normal. He rose up on his elbows, lifting some of the weight from her.
“I think your bookstore is well and truly christened.”
“Not quite yet. There’s a few more nooks and crannies I think we should explore.”
