with what you’re suggesting.” I wave to my cock that currently resembles a heat-seeking missile mere feet from its target. “That being said, giving you a reason to hate me again is less than appetizing. Screwing you quick and dirty in a public space after we just rectified our relationship is grounds for retaliation. It seems more appropriate to spread you out on a pillowy surface and let my tongue do wicked things to you before giving my dick a turn. I figured you’d want me to lavish every inch while professing my love.”
A dreamy lilt passes across Vannah’s expression. She clears it a moment later with several blinks. “Well, it sounds like you have our evening plans all squared away. This will be more of a sprint to get us all stretched and warmed up.”
I keep my feet locked onto the pavement. “Are you sure?”
This scenario is new territory I never planned to traverse. Vannah is more to me than a fast fuck. She’s my… girlfriend, I guess. That title doesn’t carry the significance I crave deep within my bones. I’ll be rectifying that soon enough.
Vannah smiles without the usual restrictions I’m accustomed to. The slightest creases form around her eyes. “Positive, but not if you continue questioning me.”
I frown at her. “Forgive me for taking your feelings into consideration.”
“You can fuck me in the bathroom, Lannie. I don’t mind the thrill of getting caught.” She motions down her body. “Now my outfit comes in handy. The skirt provides easy access.”
“Have I told you lately that I appreciate your wardrobe?”
“You can show me inside.”
A low noise rumbles from my chest. “Damn, I love you.”
“I love you too. This much.” She hitches a thumb at the windows littered with neon signs.
We stumble toward a shadowed section in the back like a teenage couple with only mere moments to spare alone. No one pays us a glance as we reach the darkened alcove.
“It’s a single,” she coos while pushing inside.
The semblance of privacy doesn’t change matters, other than being able to explore the square space. I lock the door behind me while Vannah beckons me to a corner with her crooking finger. The room is perfumed with too much bleach and cinnamon potpourri, but all I smell is her flower meadow enveloping me. My stride is more prowl as I narrow in on her, boxing us with an arm on either side. For a few beats, I just stare at her fluttering pulse. The rapid rise and fall of her chest is captivating. Then I’m digging in my wallet to get this consummation ceremony started.
She traps the pouty flesh of her bottom lip between her teeth. “When’s the last time you slept with someone else?”
I pause with the foil packet in my fingers. “Are we really having this conversation in a bar restroom minutes before I slide into you?”
Her gaze is imploring mine, spreading molten lava through my veins. “I don’t want anything between us. Are you clean?”
“Squeaky,” I assure.
“Good. So am I.” She bats the rubber away. “I’m on the pill and I trust you.”
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” I smash her against the wall, making sure to cradle her head in my palm to brace the impact. Our mouths meet in a crash of fire and smoke, the rich flavor swirling and blending between us. Her tongue sweeps along mine, begging to be caressed like the lovers we are. I nibble at her while she sips at me. Desire swarms me in a tingling ripple. The brewing need sets my skin ablaze and I’m nearly dizzy from the fiery onslaught.
When I pull away, it’s only to rest my forehead on hers. “I’ve never—”
“Me either,” she finishes.
I grip her upper thighs and hoist her up. She cradles me with her legs, locking her ankles across my ass. With deft fingers, she rips at my belt. The metallic clink echoes off the ceramic shield cocooning us. I reach for the silk barrier hiding her from me, ripping the flimsy material with a single yank.
Vannah wiggles in my hold. “Do you have something against my panties?”
I nip her throat. “Yes, they’re always blocking my path.”
“Maybe I should go without.” She hisses as I tease her slick opening with my tip.
“But only when you’re with me.”
“Caveman,” she purrs.
“You turn me into a barbarian.” To prove my point, I slam into her welcoming heat with a punishing thrust.