Her lips curved and he saw the pulse flutter faster in her throat before she moved on. But the damage was done—his focus was wrecked.
Every stretch, every shift, every movement made his body react. By the time the class ended, he was throbbing hard and on edge.
She clapped her hands again. “Nice work, everyone. I hope you enjoyed the sunrise and moving your bodies.”
The group began to break up, rolling mats and heading off. Church stayed where he was.
Zee glanced over at him, a knowing look in her beautiful eyes. She drifted over to him.
“Come on.”
That was all the invitation he needed.
Their walk back to the loft was quick. The moment the door shut behind them, energy sparked between them.
He didn’t give himself time to think. He wrapped his hand around her nape and pulled her mouth to his, the kiss urgent and deep as everything he’d held back throughout the class broke loose at once.
She gasped and gripped his shirt as she pressed herself into his rock-hard cock.
Heat flared, all-consuming. She made an urgent sound against his mouth, nudging him farther toward insanity.
“Shower,” she murmured.
He nodded once and lifted her, claiming her mouth again as he carried her into the bathroom. With one hand on her breast, he twisted his body to switch on the shower. Steam filled the small space and even more heat surrounded them.
They tore at each other’s clothes, dealing with stretchy material in seconds.
She hooked her thumbs in the waist of his sweats. “These…are unacceptable in my yoga class going forward.” She shoved them and his boxer briefs down his hips.
His cock sprang free. He started to rumble a reply but lost every thought in his mind as Zee dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her sweet, hot, tormenting mouth.
His groan was long and loud, his fingers finding their way into her hair and shifting her ponytail loose.
She took him to the root in one long, sucking pull. His mushroomed head hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck!”
She was—
He couldn’t finish the thought as she withdrew on his length then sucked him in again while she traced the muscles of his hips and dug her nails into his ass to drag him a fraction closer.
He didn’t know how he managed to come to his senses but the shower spray hit their bodies. He kissed her deep, teasing her with his tongue until she was making those little noises he loved.
He spun her to face the wall and pinned her to the tile, working his mouth over her nape, her shoulder, the crease between her shoulder blades and down, down her body. When he dipped his fingers between her legs, her knees weakened. He banded his arm around her waist and plunged two fingers into her from behind.
She rose on tiptoe, crying out as he curled his fingers and found the precise spot that would send her over the edge.
But that move put him at a big disadvantage.
It sent him—and his heart—over the edge too.
* * * * *
Steam plumed thick around them, clinging to Zee’s skin, turning every breath heavier.
She’d been aching for this ever since she glanced over and saw Church in those gray sweats and the unmistakable outline of him, thick and hard and already stiff for her.
Now his fingers were buried deep in the place where she wanted his cock, but it was so mind-blowing that she shot higher with every thorough plunge.
