her face, he stared down at her and gently helped her put her skirt and tights into place again. He left her bustier open so he could continue to play with her breasts, both building the pleasure and denying release with every firm yet gentle caress.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure my legs work anymore.”
“I promised I’d carry you. You held up your end of the bargain. I’ll hold up mine.”
She didn’t doubt he could. Perhaps being a world-traveling adventurer equipped him to carry a girl for blocks down a dark, windswept street, after he’d fingered her into oblivion.
“Give me a sec to recover,” she told him, not ready to go back out into the cold night and surrender their private—but oh-so-public—chamber. “Finish checking your balance.”
He chuckled lightly. “I definitely can’t remember my pin now. I’m not sure I can remember my name. That was something to see.”
He looked as pleased and cocky as a man who’d made a woman come in under two minutes with just his fingers should look. And while it had been her pleasure to oblige him—most definitely—she also wanted him just as crazed and lost to sensual delight as she had been. “Maybe I can help you remember the number.”
“Oh?”
“Sure. Go back over there and put your hands on the keys.” She licked her lips. “And keep them there.”
He didn’t appear to understand at first, but he did as she ordered, stepping into place again and eyeing the machine. “Hmm. Deposit or withdrawal? Or just the balance check?”
“How about ninety minutes of serious deposits and withdrawals,” she said. Her smile impish, she added, “Especially if you have a lot to deposit?”
“Find out for yourself.”
Unable to wait, she did just that, reaching out to stroke the tented front of his pants. Feeling the massive erection straining against his zipper, she melted, the last bit of strength draining out of her legs. Sliding down the wall, she didn’t stop until she sat on the backs of her calves.
Which was a very nice position to be in, indeed.
“What are you...”
“Let me see if I can help jog your memory, and, uh, take your edge off at the same time,” she said, gazing up at him with wanton sweetness. “Maybe if you relax and don’t think too hard about anything, the number will pop right into your mind.”
He watched her, looking surprised and excited as she edged between him and the wall, directly below the machine, out of the camera’s prying eye. Kneeling face-level with his groin, she grasped his zipper and carefully lowered it, her hand trembling as she acknowledged just how big he was.
“You aren’t seriously...”
“Oh, yes, I am,” she whispered, moving closer so she could brush her open mouth against the cotton of his tight boxer briefs. She exhaled and then pressed her tongue there, wetting the fabric, tasting the heat and musk of him.
“God almighty,” he said, dropping a hand to tangle it in her hair. “Your mouth has been driving me crazy since the moment you smiled at me.”
“Did you picture me using it on you...here?”
He groaned as she pressed her lips to the straining cotton again. “Not in the very first ten seconds after I saw you.”
“Fifteen?”
“Maybe twenty,” he admitted with a boyish grin.
Her laugh was sultry. “Points for honesty. So what did you think about for the first nineteen?”
The rough pad of a thumb scraped her bottom lip. “I thought about kissing you. Tasting you. Swallowing that smile. I figured somebody with a smile like that was somebody I needed to get to know. It brightens a room.”
She swallowed hard, trying not to react too strongly to the gentleness of his words and tone. Innate sweetness had always been a part of Chaz’s personality; it had been genuine, unfeigned. That kind, earnest streak was potent in combination with the hot masculinity he now possessed in spades.
Needing to return to sexy-and-edgy things and not sweetly-seductive things, she said, “And on the twentieth second?” Pursing her lips, she added, “What did you think then?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Chicken.”
Not waiting for him to reply, she licked again while unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Seeing that the tip of his erection was nudging out of the elastic at the top of his briefs, she moaned, deep in her throat. He had a lot to deposit, most definitely. More than she’d ever seen in her life, and for tonight, it was all hers.
Dying to taste him, she gently tugged the cotton down, revealing him to her hungry gaze, inch by inch. God, he was beautiful, bold, masculine and strong. She wanted him in every orifice of her body, starting with her mouth.
“Come on, admit it. You imagined this. Me on my knees, sucking you off,” she said, still utterly fascinated by the awe-inspiring erection.
“Not on your knees.” He sounded hoarse, needy.
She shifted her gaze to see him clenching both sides of the ATM. The tendons in his forearms flexed with the strain. He was dying for her mouth, she knew, but she drew things out, enjoying the sensual torment she was inflicting on them both.
“Where then?”
He scorched her with a glance, his eyes blazing with hunger. “I pictured you lying on top of me, turned around so you could suck my cock while I licked you into incoherence.”
He didn’t shock her, as he might have intended. “Sixty-nine is my favorite number.”
“Mine, too.”
“Maybe that’s your pin number,” she said with a saucy wink.
His response was more helpless groan than laugh. “Let’s get out of here,” he urged. “I’ll take you to my place, get you in my bed and we’ll talk about all our favorite numbers.”
“First, I’d like to do some pleasuring. Now shut up.”
He shut up.
Totally in the moment, uncaring of who might pull up outside, or what the camera above her head might record, she could focus only on the masculine perfection before her eyes. Lulu had worked the briefs down low enough to encircle as much of him as she could hold in one hand. Leaning closer, inhaling deeply to create another sense memory—one she would no doubt always associate with pure, driving need and hot, illicit sex—she flicked her tongue across the engorged tip, sampling his essence. His soft skin covered steel, and tasted salty and musky. Delicious.
Widening her mouth, she covered the tip of his erection and gently sucked, her tongue wetting him, her mouth devouring him. His hips instinctively thrust toward her, and she turned her head so he could go deeper. She took him in, sucking until that delicious
