Then again, we've come this far. I have photos of his cock on my phone. I'll be constantly reminded no matter what happens now. I might as well take the leap into the deep end since I've already gone and gotten myself wet.
I grin at myself in the mirror, amused by the analogy. My phone buzzes.
That's not what I asked for, Zayne says, and don't I know it.
I unclasp my bra and let it slide down my arms. Take a deep breath, face myself in the mirror, and snap another photo. In this one, I'm grinning, just a little, sultry and sexy all at once. And my tits are on full display, nipples hard from the cool air in here-and from the thought of who is about to see this picture.
I hit send. Then I start to lift my bra back on.
That's when the door opens.
I gasp and drop my phone into the sink, startled. Shit, I forgot to lock it.
But when I see who it is, I freeze in place.
Zayne turns the lock behind him, a wide grin on his face. "I have a policy about open doors," he says.
"What's that?" I ask, lifting my chin. Trying desperately to pretend that I'm not standing here topless in a public restroom, staring at one of the hottest guys I've ever known.
"I always walk through them if I want what's on the other side." With that, he crosses the restroom in a single stride and catches my chin in one hand, wraps his other arm around my waist. Next thing I know, his lips collide with mine, and I forget that I'm half-naked, forget where we are.
I forget everything but Zayne.
His mouth parts, and his tongue invades. I let him claim me, twine my tongue with his while our hands roam across each other's bodies. I run one hand through his thick blond hair, along the back of his neck, while my other hand traces the hem of his shirt. Slips underneath to press my palm flat against his hot, bare back.
He grips my waist with both hands and crushes me tight against him. I can feel the hard press of his cock against my belly, and when I wriggle against him, he pulses against me, groans faintly into our kiss.
I tilt my head to let him kiss me more deeply, then gasp when he catches my lower lip between his teeth, bites down gently. His hands trail up my waist to my breasts, and trace underneath, above, circling around them. His lips leave mine, and I gasp again in protest, but then I don't have time to think about it, because he's kissing his way along my jawline, down the side of my neck. His stubble scratches against my soft skin, but I love it, the sharp contrast between his stubble and his soft mouth, his hot tongue wet against my neck.
He nips at the skin just below my ear, and a shiver runs through my entire body as I crush him tighter against me.
His hands finally reach my nipples, and he rolls them between his forefingers and thumbs. I moan, sinking against him, loving the sensation of his strong, muscular body, so hard against mine. I tug at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against my skin. He pauses to let me pull it off, then he's right back on me, squeezing my breasts hard enough to make me gasp, his mouth tracing my neck down to my shoulder, my collarbone. I lean back, and he dips down to suck one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened tip, as his other hand continues to work my other breast.
The sink digs into my side as he leans into me. I glance over his shoulder, check the door, realizing someone could walk in at any moment. I should care. But it's hard to think about that, when Zayne is pressed against me. With his free hand, he traces my spine, down, down, pausing at the small of my back to flatten his palm against my skin, and then he slips his fingers down the back of my panties, the thin fabric giving way easily to his rough touch. He grabs my ass, squeezes hard, and I arch my hips into his, loving the feeling of his hard cock pressed against my belly, his hips digging into mine.
He pushes me backwards, into the sink, and the cool porcelain a sharp contrast to his hot skin.
My clit feels like it's swollen, a fat weight between my legs that's begging me to take this farther. To let him take me, fuck me right here over this sink.
But when I glance away from him, remember where we are, my heart sinks a little.
I want to fuck him-desperately. I want to feel his thick cock inside me, and let him take what he wants from me. I want him to fuck me so hard I can't walk, just the way he promised, and then I want to fuck him again and again until both of us will be sore in the morning but neither of us will care.
But not here. Not like this. Hooking up in the bathroom of a dingy little corner pub …
Zayne leans away from me, and follows my gaze. He must read my mind, because a moment later, he stoops down to scoop his shirt and my dress off the floor, and passes me mine. "As much as I'm enjoying you, Clove, I have to admit I'm not really into restroom hookups."
I accept my dress with a grateful half-smile. "You read my mind."
His eyes fix on me, still taking in my body hungrily. "So what's say we blow this joint?"
"Your place or mine?" I lift an eyebrow.
He grins. "They're the same address, so that makes it easy."
My cheeks flush. Of course. I should have figured he'd live in the building too. Damn, this is becoming a worse upon worse idea. And yet, I feel myself bend to pick up my bra, all the while shooting him a flirty grin. "Let's decide on the walk, then."
We make it as far as the front door of the pub before we fall into each other's arms again. The second we step outside and cool night air hits us, it seems to go straight to our heads. He kisses me hard, backs me up against the wall of the building, and I lift one leg to wrap it around his waist as we kiss, burying my hands in his hair.
"I have to admit, this seems like an even worse hookup spot than the restroom," I gasp when we finally part for air again, both of us breathing hard. His cock digs into my thigh now, and I fight the urge to inch my hips a few inches sideways and grind my clit against his hard length. I'm already wet enough, soaking straight through these thin panties.
"I can't wait to tear this dress off you," he murmurs into my neck, his voice low, almost a growl now. "You make me want to take you right here, right now."
I shiver in anticipation, arching into him. "I want you to take me however you want me," I whisper.
In response, he catches my hand, pulling me away from the wall and into a brisk walk. As we walk, he casts a grin down at me. "I can be patient … For now."
Those words reverberate through me as we cross the blocks to our building. When I was walking here tonight, it felt close. Now, it feels like an eternity. An agonizing wait, when all I want to do is jump Zayne's bones right here.
We run up against a red light, and he takes advantage of the moment to bury one hand in my hair, kissing me once more, hard and deep. His tongue slides between my lips, and I twine my tongue around his, soaking in his taste, his scent, his heat, the feel of his hot lips on mine, his sharp stubble against my cheek.
"Who's my naughty girl?" he murmurs against my mouth, and I sink into him, letting him take control.
His hands grip my ass, lift me half off the curb as he crushes me against him, and I tilt my head, part my mouth to let him take what he wants from me.
"You like that?" He squeezes my ass again, harder, and I grin into his kiss, arching against him. "You like it rough, Clove?"
"Fuck yes." I bite his lower lip for emphasis, and he growls, practically lifting me off the ground and grinding his hips against mine.
"Good. Because I don't want to go easy on you."
I lean back far enough to catch his eye, my own alight with desire. "Don't you dare."
His grin widens. "Be careful what you wish for, dirty girl."
In response, I wriggle my ass, which grinds our hips together, his thick cock pinned between us, digging into my belly. He slaps my ass, not hard, but enough to make me startle and jump against him. He grins and leans in to catch my earlobe between his teeth and bite down, just hard enough to make me gasp.
"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you … "
Then, without warning, he pulls away, and it takes me a second to breathe in enough oxygen to remember where we are. What we're doing. Because we're still standing on a street corner in the middle of the city, and the light has just changed. I trail after him, across the road, head swimming, cheeks on fire. Normally I hate PDA, but with Zayne, I didn't even remember we were still in public. When he touches me, everything else fades into the background. I could be anywhere, doing anything, and all I can see, all I can feel or hear or taste or think about, is him.
He's dangerous, I think. But even worse?
I like it.
We finally reach the building lobby, and Paul buzzes us in. To judge by the way his eyebrows rise and his gaze darts between us, to call him "surprised" would be the understatement of the year.