Annie’s legs barely carried her, but somehow she made it past the crowds of people at the bar. Normally the liveliness of this place, one of her favorite restaurants, made her smile. Now it wound her up, made her heart thump faster.
She reached the far side of the room and glanced over her shoulder. Jasper sat there, talking to a waitress. It looked like he was ordering.
As if she’d be able to eat after this.
She got to the bathroom and pushed the door open. The light flicked on and she scanned the small space. Not for sex. No, there wasn’t a whole lot of space for that.
She stepped up to the long trough-like sink, reached for the paper towels to wipe it all down, when the door opened behind her. Jasper slipped inside and shut them in. The lock clicked as she stood there, holding the towels and not moving. His presence overwhelmed the small room.
Seeing him hypnotized her. He was so sure and sexy, so in charge and clear about what he wanted. All that focus leveled at her. His need whipped through the room and smashed into her. She gasped from the force of it.
“They’re going to give our table away.” The comment sounded ridiculous.
He didn’t even flinch. “I took care of it.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know how.
“Annie.” He held out his hand. “Give me your panties.”
Her heart did a little flip. From anyone else the word would make her teeth grind together, but when he said it, her body melted. She blamed that soft hint of a Southern accent.
She tried to think of something smart to say but his determined expression jolted her into action. She wiggled her hips as she tugged her thin black skirt up. Hooking her thumbs on the elastic, she pulled her bikini underwear down, grateful she’d gone with the lacy black ones this morning.
Swishing her hips from side to side, she made a show of peeling them off. Let them drop to her ankles before balancing on one leg, then the other, and stripping them off. She thought about shoving them in her purse but his palm hadn’t moved, so she handed them over. Knew she wouldn’t see them again until laundry day…if then.
“There.” She shifted, letting her skirt begin to drop back down again.
“Stop.” In two steps he was on her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and her feet left the floor. The room spun and the mirror, the surroundings, blurred around her.
Her back hit the wall. His mouth covered hers as she curled her legs around his thighs. Dug her ankles into his ass. Groaned into his mouth.
While their mouths traveled, she tugged at his shirt, trying to unbutton it to touch the bare skin beneath. Heat swept through her, snapping her muscles to life and igniting a fire in every cell.
“Do it.” She said the order against his lips.
“Soon.” His hand slid down from the back of her thighs, brushing over her sensitive skin. When it landed on her, when his fingers dipped lower and one slipped inside her, she pressed her back harder against the wall. She braced her body for the impact.
The bathroom door handle rattled and the sounds of two people talking right outside floated under the door. Through it all, Jasper kept kissing her. His mouth captured hers in a demanding kiss. There was nothing half-assed about this. He took over and it overwhelmed her.
Her body tingled and she tried to open her legs wider, to give him more access. Lifting her hips, she reached to drag him inside her.
That’s when she noticed he still had his pants on. Frantic now, her fingers went to his belt. She didn’t even try to be quiet as she ripped it open and cupped her hand over his growing bulge.
“Yes, baby.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Squeeze harder. I’m not going to break.”
Her breathing grew louder as the voices outside faded. At any moment, anyone could come in. Anyone could hear them.
That made the whole thing hotter.
When her fingers fumbled over the top of his pants, he balanced her back against the wall and reached around to help her. He yanked the zipper down in one tug, leaving the top of his briefs exposed. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
His harsh whisper echoed through her. She slipped her hand inside the elastic band of the briefs and covered him, letting her fingers travel down and over him, right to his base then up again. She pumped in time with the hammering heartbeat in her ears and steady flick of his finger over her.
Her thighs tightened around him and she angled her hips, bringing her body tight against his.
Harder now, he rubbed his bulge into her palm, against her lower half.
Heavy breaths escaped her. Footsteps thudded outside and stopped at the door. She could hear the soft knock, see that handle move as someone tried to open it.
“Jasper.” Her whisper barely made a sound.
He must have understood the message because he knocked her hands aside and used his own. With his fingers on his base, he pushed forward, easing inside her. She was wet from the touching and the excitement but the friction still jolted through her.
Her shoulders slammed against the wall as he started to thrust. Her ankles locked around him and she brought him in even closer. Heat pulsed off him and the muscles in his neck strained as he pressed forward, then retreated.
Over and over, faster and faster, he pumped. She could hear the sound of rushing water from the bathroom next door. Smell freshly cut flowers sitting in the vase on the side of the sink. Feel his need as it enveloped her.
When her fingers clutched his arm, he moved again. A hand slipped down between them. With the sheer precision she’d come to love, he touched her. He licked his fingertip then pressed it against her, circling over her clit, making her body jump and shift.
He was inside her, around her. The scent of his soap mixed with her bath gel. One hand braced against the wall as he pressed deep inside her. His tight grip had every muscle in his arm tightening.
He leaned harder against her, pressed his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it.” She craved the sensation. The entire restaurant could rush through the door and she didn’t care.
That finger slipped over her again and her body tensed. Energy pulsed through her as the tightening inside her let go. In the next second, the orgasm pounded her. Her breath caught and her chest heaved from the force of it.
He was there with her. His thrusts slowed as his body shuddered. Drained, his lower half stopped moving. He fell heavy against her, bracing his body against hers and the wall, trapping her there in a wonderful cocoon of heat.
Slowly the sounds of the restaurant floated back to her. There was another thud of the door as someone outside tried to open it. The lock held but her body didn’t. She’d gone boneless, letting her body merge into his.
She tucked her face into the curve of his neck and inhaled his familiar scent. Loved the race of his pulse against her lips. Ran her hands over his shoulders, enjoying the firm curve of his muscles.
“Now I’m hungry,” he said.
For some reason that struck her as hysterical. She laughed and kept going. When she finally threw her head back and balanced it against the wall she saw him staring at her.
“You’re so unbelievably beautiful.”
That sobered her up because he sounded so serious. “We’re going to have to go somewhere else to eat.”
“Oh, hell no.” He frowned as he pulled out of her.
A gentle ache started inside her a second later. A mix of satisfaction and loss. She wanted to keep touching him, but they were in public.
Stepping back, some of his weight eased off her. Her legs slid down his sides, nice and slow. She knew she couldn’t depend on them to hold her, so she held on to him for balance.
Without a word, he reached over and tugged a tissue out of the nearby box and held it up to her. “You might need this.”
She held out her hand. “And the underwear.”
“Not going to happen, babe.” He zipped up, then leaned in and treated her to another smoking hot kiss. This one lingered and danced over her mouth. “I keep the panties. And hurry up, because I really am hungry.”