Page 129 of Protecting Peyton

“Uh-huh.” I recited from memory. “If knocked down, I will get back up, every time.”

The group had gone quiet watching our interaction, and it didn’t bother me one bit. I cared for Zane enough to yell it to the entire neighborhood. He hadn’t been hurt, and that was all that mattered to me.

Lucas arrived. “We’re obviously not staying here tonight. You two should clean up while I arrange a safehouse.”

Zane gave Lucas a thumbs-up.

I nodded vigorously. “I like that idea.” There was a ton of crap from that neighbor’s yard in my hair, on my clothes, in my clothes, just everywhere.

Yates pulled Lucas toward the back door. “Can I have a moment?”

Zane cocked his head toward the hallway to the bedrooms. “The hot water should be okay.”

“I hope so.” I followed him, a mixed-up bundle of jittery nerves from my near-death experience.

“Make it quick,” Lucas called across the room. “I want to get moving soon.”

“Copy that,” Zane replied.

It might not make sense, but watching his ass as he led the way made one thing crystal clear—the adrenaline made me determined to have my way. Zane had saved me again, I wasn’t wasting any more time denying my attraction to this man.

Watching Zane demolish these goons had been hot with a capital H, underlined and highlighted. I’d heard of hate sex and make-up sex. Was there a name for my desire for hot sex that came from surviving a dangerous situation?

He opened the door to his room. The closed door had kept the layer of dust and debris from contaminating the area.

I followed him in.

“You heard Lucas. He wants to get you to the safehouse as soon as possible.” Zane walked into the bathroom.

I followed.

“In the interest of time, maybe you should use the shower in the other bathroom.”

I pushed him as hard as I could. It only got him to shuffle slowly back against the counter. I kept my voice low. “Wrong order of things, sailor. In the interest of time…” I started on his belt buckle. “You should fuck me quick, then we shower.”

A wicked grin formed on his face. He pulled my shirt up and off. “What’s come over you?”

“Screw Lucas. I’ve been beaten up, chased, and almost kidnapped, which means almost killed. Today could have been my last day on this earth. Tomorrow is promised to no one, so I’m not wasting any more time waiting for what I want. And I want you, Zane March.I’ve never done it on a bathroom counter.” I got his belt undone and yanked down his zipper. “Are you complaining?”

“Not a bit.” He reached behind me and undid my bra. “The counter sounds perfect.”

My heart pounded as I pulled his boxer briefs down with his pants. The Whopper sprang free. There was no denying he wanted me the way I wanted him.

Since I’d surprised him, he was big and stiff, but wasn’t yet as hard as he had been last night. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. He kissed me like the world was ending—a kiss filled with need and desire.

When I pulled back and attacked his clothes again, we became as frantic as teenagers in our race to get naked. I hopped on one leg to get out of my pants and almost fell over.

Less than a minute later, our clothes were a dirty pile on the floor.

He pushed me back to arm’s length, his cock now pointing up at my boobs, and weeping at the tip. “Christ, Angel, you’re gorgeous.”

I reached down and grabbed his cock, loving the feel of velvety-soft skin over rock hardness. “Pro tip, you don’t need to butter me up to have your way with me.”

“It’s true.” He lifted me up, spun us, and planted my ass on the edge of the marble counter.

I spread my legs for him, but didn’t let go of his cock.

His fingers split the seam of my sex. “You’re soaking wet for me, baby.”