“Well, what?” she asked.
“You going to undo my jeans or make me do all the work?” He grazed his fingers over her hips and dipped into the wetness between her legs. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?” she asked, looking into his eyes. They’d darkened like the night sky.
He smiled and stroked his fingers into her. “Tell me you what you want me to do.”
He kissed her neck and brought one hand up to pinch her nipple. She curled one hand over the bulge in his jeans and started undoing the zipper. He stepped back from her and dropped his hands form her body. “Tell me. You just have to tell me.”
“Fine I want you, damn it.”
He smiled and stepped closer. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me damn it. Now. Here. Hard.”
He put his hands on her hips and pressed his chest against hers. In the next second he was devouring her mouth with his own. She clawed at him, trying to get closer. She got his jeans open and his hard length into her hand. H
e gave a moan, grabbed her hips and went down on his knees in front of her.
He slipped two fingers into the small patch of dark curls between her legs and started working his fingers in and out. He slid the pad of his middle finger up and down over her clit. She dug her fingers into his shoulders. His mouth followed the path of his finger and she moaned. He worked magic on her with that clever tongue of his, moving from her clit to her entrance and back again to take long swipes. He slipped first one and then two fingers inside her, working them with a slow slid that left her burning. Panting hard, she put hand into his hair and tugged at his curls.
He took her clit to suck it hard. She exploded, her body shuddering. Standing, he grabbed her hips and pulled her up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He positioned himself at her entrance and slipped inside, pinning her to the wall with his hips. Slowly, he pushed inside her. He gave a deep moan. Leaning over her he took her lips. The orgasm hit her hard and left him gasping for breath. She could feel him pulsing inside her, releasing his seed.
Brushing the hair from her face, he pulled back. “Lucy...?”
She heard the question in his voice but she didn’t know what he was asking. She wet her lips and trailed a hand down his sweaty chest. “This doesn’t mean you own me.”
“Not looking for that. Now are we going to talk or are we going to fight.”
Unwrapping herself from him, she pushed on his chest. “I’d best make some tea. It’s a long story.”
She talked as she filled the kettle and scooped tea leaves into a china pot. Zach sat at the kitchen table, his shirt undone but with his jeans zipped, and looking like a man who’d been ridden hard and put away wet. He also looked good enough that she was having a hard time keeping focused on her story and not on putting her hands on him.
With the tea made, she sat down opposite him and picked up her cup. “I’m not looking for hand outs. I don’t need some kind of knight to swoop in and save me. I just want—a way out.”
He gave a nod. “Got that. And from the sound of it, Martino’s one greedy bastard. I can see why Charlie wants to take a gun to him.”
Lucy tightened her cold fingers around her hot mug of tea. “That would just put her in jail for murder.”
Zach smiled. He put his hand over hers. “It might. But for what I’m thinking, we’re going to need Charlie. You want to wake her and get her down here?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know...I...I’ve been used to taking care of myself. Myself and my mom. I don’t like dragging you into this.”
“You’re not dragging—I’m pretty well pushing my way in, so you’d better get used to that idea.”
She gave him a sideways stare. “I’m not sure I can. I don’t like owing others.”
“Which is what got you into this. If you’d told Martino to go screw himself from day one, that you didn’t have to pay your dad’s debts, he’d...”
“He’d have sent some of his guys to pay me a visit—and put me in the hospital.” She shook her head. “He knew I was an easy target. No family. No one to help me.”
He put his hand over hers. “That’s not who you are.”
“Just what are you thinking?”
Leaning back, he sipped his tea. “I’m thinking greed always kills. So, if you’re up for it, let’s see how greedy Martino is. Now go wake Charlie.”