Page 57 of Reckless
Alex dipped a finger into Zoe’s pussy from behind, drawing a sharp cry from her chest. Her slick inner muscles clenched around him, begging for movement.
But he didn’t give it.
“I’m still with you,” he whispered, hot and dark in her ear. Without moving the finger buried inside her, he braced his opposite palm over the lowest part of her belly, his fingers brushing her clit. Anchoring her in place, he coaxed her wider, stroking her with one hand and using his fingers to fuck her with the other. Her sighs turned to moans in an instant, each one daring him to make her come, and he didn’t wait. Alex moved faster, harder—fuck, she was so pretty, moving against him like that—until finally, Zoe started to tremble from the inside out.
“I’ve got you, Gorgeous,” Alex said, thrusting harder. “Take the moment. Come for me.”
She clenched and shuddered, clutching the counter in front of her and screaming out his name. He watched her in the mirror, increasing the contact of their bodies as he slowed the motions of his hands. Shifting the arm he’d wrapped around the front of her body, Alex curled his hand over the thin waistband of Zoe’s shorts, lowering first hers, then his before turning her around to face him.
“Are you still here?” he asked, dropping a kiss over each of her eyes as they fluttered open. But rather than utter a sweet murmur to match the blush on her face or the loose, golden curls that had fallen to frame her shoulders, Zoe shocked the hell out of him by throwing her head back to laugh.
“Oh, I’m here all right.” Her tenderness made way for a bold smile, and his pulse ratcheted higher as she dropped a hand to the slice of space between them. She slid her fingers up his thigh, creating just enough friction to make his balls draw up tight against his body. Knowing the demand from his dick was going to become time sensitive in about T-minus zero seconds, Alex palmed Zoe’s shoulders, turning toward his bedroom.
She didn’t budge. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m taking you to my bed.”
“No, you’re not.”
His confusion had to have shown on his face, because Zoe continued before he could speak.
“Make no mistake,” she said, her hand gliding over his abs, destination: lower. “I want you to fuck me.” Her fingertips brushed the head of his cock, and Alex’s groan was involuntary as she kept talking, kept stroking. “But if we’re going to really seize this moment, we’re going to do it together.”
Zoe reached the base of his cock, but instead of sliding her touch back upward, she dropped her fingers to tease the sensitive skin beneath.
His breath slapped to a stop in his lungs. “We are?” he choked out, doing his best to find his resolve. Yeah, he wanted her with desire that bordered on insanity right now, and yeah again, he had every intention of staying very, very naked with her until that desire was satisfied. But no matter how badly he wanted her, no matter how hot their foreplay had been in other places, the least Zoe deserved was to end up in a bed.
Alex darted a glance toward the door, renewing his efforts to get her to the comfort of his sheets and pillows, but she wrapped her fingers around his cock for a slow, delicious pump that nearly ruined his restraint.
“We are. Which means I want you to fuck me right here on the counter.”
In a blur of motion and scorching-hot want, Alex’s hands shot around her hips to pull her off the floor. Their mouths crashed together in an urgent tangle, and he pushed his way inside her mouth with a greedy sweep of his tongue. She tasted like peppermint and sin, her arms hot around his shoulders as he carried her to the small, sturdy spot where the two sections of countertop intersected.
“Wait,” he demanded, putting Zoe down just short of the L-shaped space. Backtracking to the soft fall of cotton hanging on the wall by the shower, he returned with the towel to drape it over the cold granite. He guided Zoe back, scooping her up to the counter while parting her knees with the frame of his body.
“Alex.” She slid her inner thighs over his hips, beckoning him closer. Alex sent up a silent prayer of thanks that he kept a stash of condoms in the bathroom drawer, and he slid one out as Zoe reached down low to curl her fingers around his cock. Between his hands and her movements, he was sheathed in seconds, and he moved in to cut the space between them to barely more than a breath.
“You want this moment.” He angled himself against her body, sliding his cock over her clit, and it took all he had not to press into the wet, waiting heat between her legs.
Zoe’s head dropped back, but the rest of her arched forward in reply. “Yes. I want this moment.”
“Then take it, Zoe. It’s yours.”
Alex plunged into her with one long, hard thrust, his pulse going haywire while time slowed way the hell down. Sensations hurled themselves at him—the rasp of Zoe’s voice, calling his name, the tight squeeze of her, right where their bodies were joined—and he exhaled hard. He pulled back, only to rock home again, and Christ, even if he fucked her all day, he’d still want to do it again as soon as the sun set.
“Gorgeous. God, you are…” Alex trailed off, his words shorted out by the tilt of her hips. He reached around her hips, palming her ass to pull her flush against him as he thrust once, then twice, then quickly found a rhythm that made him want to shout even as he held her close.
“Yours.”
The single word from Zoe’s lips halted him, mid-stroke, and he met her eyes with a burning stare.
“I’m yours, Alex.” She answered his unspoken question with a smile. “So, take me. Give me the moment. Give me whatever you want.”
His fingers tightened over her skin, digging in harder to the firm curve of her ass. Their bodies pressed together from shoulder to hip, and Alex held her in place as he filled her, again and again. Zoe wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing toward him even though there was no space to close. The friction of her nipples on his chest and her pussy gripping his cock dared him closer to the edge. Zoe’s hand knotted in his hair, tugging hard as she shuddered and moaned, and the bolt of pleasure-pain sent his orgasm slamming up from the base of his spine.
Alex came so hard he forgot his name, even as he called out Zoe’s over and over. Keeping their bodies locked together, he rode out every wave, every breath, sensation before cupping her face to brush his lips over hers.
“Stay right here,” he whispered, punctuating the words with one last kiss as he slipped past the door leading to the lavatory. After quickly dealing with the condom, Alex returned to the en suite, grabbing another towel from the bar on the wall and wrapping it around Zoe’s shoulders.
