I kissed his thumb. “It’s not my bed, remember?”
His grin was slow and sexy. “Now that, sweetheart, is a very good point.”
He bent down to claim my lips. The kiss was hot and sweet. If we hadn’t been in a public place, where anyone could have come through the door at any minute, I’d have been tearing his clothes off. Troy, however, seemed to have forgotten that, his hand sliding up to cup my breast boldly through my top.
Pleasure tried to trap me in its clutches, numbing my ability to think. I fought it with a gasp. “Not here. The door—”
Troy growled, obviously not happy about being reminded. He nipped my lip, and before I’d realized what he was doing, he backed me through the door of the ladies’ room. We stumbled toward the nearest stall. The door slammed against the wall as we crashed into it, sharing biting kisses that were more feral than sensual.
Shoving the door shut, he barely managed to lock us in before he was on me again, heat and need reflecting in the darkness of his eyes. Another gasp rocked from me as he pushed me against the wall, half lifting me to settle my legs around his waist.
I groaned aloud, my decision to switch up my clothing this morning meaning the hot, hard bulge in his jeans was pressed up close and personal where I needed him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here,” I managed between kisses and groans. He just grunted, working his way down my neck.
I shivered in delight and anticipation. Normally a hot fuck was just that. A. As in singular. After a night in the sack, most guys paled, unable to sustain that level of sexiness. But not Troy. Each time we got down and dirty was somehow hotter than the last. Our last session had been slow and sensual, each touch a promise, each kiss endearing.
Today...now. This was heat and passion—a raw, dirty fuck.
“Now. Can’t wait,” he growled, shoving my skirt higher so he could reach between us. His fingertips found the edge of my panties and I whimpered. A second later he was beneath the satin and sweeping through the slick folds of my pussy to locate my clit.
“Hot. Wet.” His growl was passion resonating as it vibrated along the tiny hairs over the side of my neck. He used a broad fingertip to rub over my clit in neither a gentle or exploratory touch. Instead it was full on and primal, demanding a response.
I gave a hard gasp as my pussy tightened, clit throbbing in response to the touch. God, it felt incredible and I needed more. Of everything.
“You like that, huh? Me touching you. The fact that anyone could come in and find us?” He whispered in my ear, the words hitting me at the same time he rubbed hard circles over my needy clit. I nodded, leaning my head against the wall, eyes closed as I was reduced to reaction.
“Good.” The fingers of his other hand gripped my ass, biting hard when he shifted my position and lifted me higher. His fingers slid and found the entrance to my pussy. Without a pause, he thrust two fingers deep.
“Fuck!” I strained against him, needing more sensation. Just a little more.
He barked a short laugh, pumping his fingers as he murmured in my ear. “That’s the idea, babe. Hard and fast. Right here and now.”
I’d died and gone to heaven. Awash with hard need that spiraled outward, I clung to him. My pussy tightened, clutching at his fingers. I needed more. So much more. He reared back, the light catching the blue of his eyes rendered midnight by the desire washing through them.
His chest heaved, need riding him as hard as it did me. Pulling his fingers free, he hefted me up, holding me easily as he snapped his fly open. His cock sprang free, the thick, slick head unerringly finding the entrance to my pussy.
He pushed, claiming my lips in the same movement. My moan was smothered under his lips as he drove home. All the way… in one hard thrust. Delicious sensation ripped through me as I was stretched, his invading cock forcing my body to accept him. It felt fantastic, better than fantastic. I never wanted it to end.
His hips had no sooner met mine than he pulled back to drive in again. And he didn’t stop, setting up a hard and fast pace. All I could do was cling to him as he took me, letting the pleasure build to a crescendo within.
“That’s it, babe,” he growled in my ear as my pussy started to tighten, clinging to his cock and milking him. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
I couldn’t help it. With a gasp I did as I was told and toppled over the edge into bliss. It washed through me, taking me under. Dimly I was aware of his grunts, the increase in speed as he dropped all restraints and slammed into me time after time, chasing his own release. Then he gasped, surging into me a last time before he stiffened and came.
His cock jerked, pulsing deep within me and I moaned, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders. Tenderness washed over me, especially when he dropped his head to my shoulder and chuckled.
“Fuck me, that was good.” He kissed my neck, his lips gentle. “Sweetheart, if you’re not a siren, I don’t know what is.”
Chapter 7
Troy couldn’t believe he and Laney had gone at it in the toilet stall, of all places. But it had been worth it. His legs didn’t work properly as he made his way back into the café.
“Andrews decided to go with a sandwich at his desk then?” he asked when he didn’t see the big sergeant anywhere and slumped into his seat. John looked up, his eyes narrowing. Troy had tried to return his appearance to normal after the wild ride, but John...he had more years on the job than Troy and an eye for detail an anally retentive OCD sufferer would envy. There was no way he hadn’t figured out what they’d been up to.
“If you didn’t find another werewolf in the toilets, really I don’t want to know.”
His dry tone made Troy smile. He didn’t care if John knew what they’d been up to, he felt too damn good. As fast and furious as their interlude had been, he’d felt something else buried beneath the heat—a connection he’d never felt with anyone. The soul-deep link scared and fascinated him. If that wasn’t enough to rock a guy’s world, the tenderness at the end of what should have been a fast and dirty fuck had blown him away.
“Believe me then, you really don’t want to know.” He took a sip from his coffee and grimaced. Cold. He couldn’t stand cold coffee. Worst thing on Earth. After demons and celery. He hated celery with a passion.
John’s cell rang as Laney emerged from the hall. Like Troy, she had tidied herself up, but on her... fuck, she looked well-loved and sexy. So much so, he wanted to march her right back into the restroom for round two.
“Yeah... got it.” John clicked the cell off and stood at the same moment Laney reached the table. “C’mon, we got a call. Kidnapping. Sulfur found at the scene, so it looks like a para case.”
As one, he and John glanced at Laney. Her eyes slid off focus for a second before she shook her head. He let out a sigh of relief. A nod meant lifelines were active and she had to go reap. Lifelines...yeah, right. Death-lines more like.
“No reap. Just lots of lines one bad decision away from it.”
Troy arched an eyebrow as they walked toward the door. “One bad decision?”
She paused, a hand on the door frame, to look over her shoulder.
“Well, that’s kind of the default state for humanity. At any moment you guys can decide to do something dumb. One wrong step, one wrong turn and you get hit by a bus.” She smacked her open palms together. “Boom!”