Chapter 4
Not a second after Willow flashed that naughtier than hell grin the server came to the table. For a moment Zane forgot the server as he watched Willow get up and slowly walk toward the ladies’ room.
That tiny little dress barely covered her breasts and ass. His mouth watered.
“Sir?” The waiter’s voice was barely enough to bring Zane out of his fantasies. Damn. He’d been doing that all day and it probably wasn’t going to stop until he had her. “Wine? Appetizer?” the server asked.
“Uh, yeah.” A sudden rush came over Zane as images of being with Willow kept repeating over and over again in his mind. He tried not to look in the direction Willow had disappeared as he picked the first thing his gaze landed on. “Oysters. Wine, you choose.”
“Yes, sir.” The server gave a slight bow. “I’ll bring your wine to you shortly.”
“No rush.” Zane rose and strode toward the restrooms as soon as the server turned his back.
Half of him knew this was crazy, that he was out of his ever-lovin’ mind. But his other half said “get lost” to the first half.
Zane’s heart rate had jacked, and his body burned with fire. Willow better not have been teasing him because he’d die if he couldn’t have her soon.
It seemed forever before he reached the women’s restroom, and he jerked the door open. The moment he stepped through, Willow was on him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him to her for a rough, hard kiss.
He barely remembered to shut the door behind him and press the lock before he grabbed her by her ass and she wrapped her long legs around his hips.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
A growl rose up in Zane’s throat as he swung around so that her back was against the door. She moaned into his mouth before she drew away and pulled down the front of her dress, freeing her breasts.
Hungry for all of her, Zane licked and sucked her nipples. It was so easy to tell she was trying to hold in her moans and cries as she squirmed and rocked her hips against his.
“I’ve got to be inside you.” He raised his head and kissed her before he said against her lips, “Ican’t wait any longer.”
“Yes,” she clamped her legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders. “I’ve been wanting you all day.”
Someone tried the door handle and it jiggled, but Zane didn’t give a crap about anything than finally being where he belonged.
As Willow held on, he unfastened his jeans. It was only a slight relief to finally have his erection free. He jerked a condom out of his pocket and had that sucker on in two seconds flat.
He kissed Willow hard to swallow her cries as he thrust hard and buried himself in heaven.
* * *
It had been an insane idea,but Willow thrived on impulse and instinct.
Zane drove his erection into her and thank God he kissed her so hard because she couldn’t help the scream of pleasure and pain at the unexpected thickness and length of him. She could almost swear he touched her belly button with every thrust.
He didn’t ease up as he moved his mouth from hers. She tried to hold back her gasps and cries as he moved his mouth to her ear. “I wanted to take it slow and easy with you our first time, honey. But now I can’t have you hard or fast enough.”
“Don’t even ask me to think because my mind took a hike.” She kissed him and her breathing was rough, her words hard to get out. “The only thing that matters is how good you feel.” She bit back another cry. “Zane. Oh, God, I’m about to lose it.”
The door handle jiggled again and that sound, knowing that people were on the other side of that door as Zane took her, threw her over the top.
This time she dove for his mouth and let him take her cries as the most powerful, most incredible orgasm of her life tore through her. Her body shook and trembled and it felt so good as Zane didn’t stop and drew out her orgasm. Her core contracted around him and every throb caused her body to jerk and her mind to hum.
She’d bet Zane held back a shout of his own when he came, and he came hard. He threw back his head, his jaws clamped shut, his face dark as he fought for control.
He was so big that she felt every pulse and throb of his orgasm.
Willow collapsed against Zane, her arms around his neck. She felt weightless and lightheaded, and she wondered how she was going to be able to walk out of here.
There was a jiggle then a knock at the door. “Hello?”
“Just a minute,” Willow said. “I’m having a little problem from something I ate.”
“Oh.” The woman’s voice sounded like she was having second thoughts about using the restroom. “Okay. Hope you’re all right.”
Willow sniggered as she pressed her face against Zane’s shirt. “Actually, I haven’t had a chance to swallow what else I’m hungry for.”
Zane groaned and she felt him thicken and lengthen. “We’d better get out of here before I take you again.” She drew back and looked at him with a sly smile. He clamped his hand over her mouth, a dangerous glint to his eyes. “Don’t you dare.”
She could barely hold back a laugh as he slid out of her and set her on her feet. She also almost fell because her knees were so weak and her heels too high. When Zane steadied her, he tossed the condom and arranged himself as she tugged her dress back into place and tried to make her hair look like she hadn’t just been taken up against a wall. Door. Whatever.
When they’d washed up and were ready, as ready as they could be, Zane said, “There might be a whole line of women out there.”
Willow reached up and kissed him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got that covered.”
* * *
Zane snortedwhile he stood in the bathroom as Willow locked the door behind her and she started saying things that would drive away any crowd. “Smells just awful…plugged up…need to get management.”
He shook his head, then waited a few heartbeats before opening the door and thanking God that no one was in the hallway. Willow had done a good job of scaring away the mob.
His body stilled hummed and burned with heat as he headed back to the table. The fact he’d just taken Willow up against the door in a restaurant’s restroom just about blew his mind. He hadn’t done anything as daring as that since his young, wild days. Even then what he and Willow had just done made everything in his past seem tame.
Zane approached the table and watched Willow as she spoke with the server. She approved the wine before the server poured two glasses and then he left the bottle on the table as Zane sat.
Damn, Willow was beautiful. He couldn’t help smiling at how her hair was a little ruffled in the back. The just-got-laid look only added to her stunning beauty.
“You chose well.” She smiled while he pulled up his seat, candlelight from the holder in the center of the table flickering over her features. She circled the rim of her wine glass. “A 2018 Chardonnay.”
Yeah. The waiter probably picked the most expensive wine in the store, but he didn’t give a shit. All that mattered was the beautiful woman he couldn’t take his eyes off.
He raised his glass as she did, but she got to the toast before he did. “Here’s to fabulous restroom sex in one of the finest restaurants in all of Boston.”
God, this woman made him want to laugh and smile and grin—things he rarely did, especially in his line of work.
They sipped and he raised his glass. “My turn.” She brought her glass close to his as he said, “Here’s to meeting in the Common one of the most beautiful, genuine women in the world.”
Willow flashed her dimpled smile, and he knew he was getting deeper and deeper with every moment they spent together. The thing was, he couldn’t imagine not seeing Willow again, not being around her whenever he could.
He set his wine glass on the table and rubbed his temples. What happened to no relationships, Steele?
“You’re scared again, Zane.” Willow spoke in her easy, direct tone. He looked at her and she had her arms folded on the table in front of her as she leaned forward, her expression clear and thoughtful. “You’re worrying you’ll end up caring for someone.”