She ground herself against him in urgent demand, and cried out when he drove, hard and deep, inside her. And still it wasn't enough. Her hips pistoned in a brutal bid for speed, she groaned her desire for it over the sharp sound of flesh striking flesh, striking the wall, striking flesh.
He rode with her, in that fast, sweaty race toward release until his vision blurred and his blood screamed. Then drove them both, quivering, to the finish.
Her heart was still thundering when she dropped her head to his shoulder. She gulped air, felt it catch, then tear its way into her lungs and out again.
She was, she realized dimly, naked, sweaty, and pinned to the wall outside her son's room. She should be horrified. She wasn't, she thought. In fact, she was delighted.
"You okay?" His voice was muffled, and she felt his lips move against her hair.
"I think I was a lot better than okay. I think I was fantastic."
"You were. You are." He'd just taken her against the wall. Or she'd taken him. "Can't think yet," he admitted, and braced a hand against the wall so he could remain upright. "You went for the hoop today." He ran his other hand down her body until he could skim a finger over the ring in her belly button. "It's so fucking sexy. I had no idea."
He eased back just enough to watch her laugh. "We moved pretty quick. I seem to have missed your tattoo."
Dazzled, delighted, she touched his hair. "You're a funny guy, Bradley Charles Vane IV. All worked up over belly rings and tattoos."
"I never had this reaction to them on anyone else. Where is it?"
"I'll show you. First, I ought to tell you I'm not finished using you tonight." She leaned in, ran her tongue in a slow, wet line along the side of his throat. "But you may want to lie down for the next round." "Am I still standing?"
She laughed again, then eased around him, tapping a finger to her left shoulder blade as she walked toward the room across the hall.
"Wait." He put a hand on her arm, coming close behind her to study the image. "It's a faerie."
"That's right. Sometimes she's a good faerie." Zoe looked over her shoulder, a small smile playing around her lips. "Sometimes she's wicked. Why don't you come in here with me and see just which she is tonight?"
Chapter Ten
Zoe faced the day with energy to burn and fresh ideas springing inside her head. While the coffee brewed, she hummed and scrambled some eggs.
There was a man in her shower, she thought with a mile-wide grin. A gorgeous man who'd kept her busy half the night. She didn't know the last time she'd felt so… healthy on less than four hours' sleep. Her body felt wonderfully loose and limber, and so did her mind. She was damn sure she could tackle anything that came her way, one-handed.
People who said sex wasn't important, she decided, obviously weren't having any.
She piled eggs onto a plate, added a slice of toast just as she heard Brad walking into the room. "Right on time," she said and turned to offer the plate.
"You didn't have to fix me breakfast."
"Don't want it?" She picked up a fork, scooped up some eggs.
"I didn't say I didn't want it." He grabbed the plate from her, then the fork. "You having any?"
"Maybe." She stepped forward, opened her mouth.
Willing to join the playful mood, he fed her a bite of eggs while they stood in front of the stove.
"Go ahead and sit down," she told him, and poured the coffee. "Eat while it's hot. You said you had an early meeting."
"Maybe I should cancel it." He leaned over to press his lips to the base of her neck. "We could have breakfast in bed."
"The only way you get breakfast in bed around here is if you're sick." She eased away so she could lay a hand on his brow. "Nope. Eat, go home and change, and get to work." "You're awfully strict. But you make really good scrambled eggs. You got plans for the day?"
"This and that." She snagged a piece of toast, then sat across from him to butter it. "Next time you get a chance, you'll have to come by Indulgence. We're down to the details, and it's really starting to shine."
"That's the first time you've asked me to come by."
"It's the first time I've slept with you, too."