It wasn’t exactly as he fantasized.

It was so much fucking better.

“Crew…”

He focused on her face.

“I need you to move,” she encouraged.

“Give me a second…”

If he had to admit it, he didn’t only stay still to allow her to adjust. He needed to keep himself from losing his shit.

Luckily, she had no idea he had fantasized about doing this every fucking night since that day at the Pittsburgh field office.

She had no clue she haunted him in his dreams. Because if she did, she’d ride his ass about it.

Her short nails dug into the top of his bare ass, right above where his boxer briefs hung precariously.

Keeping his jeans on and remaining dressed was a good idea. It showed her that this was nothing more than a quick fuck.

Because that was all she was. All she could be.

Nothing more.

She was so damn wrong for him.

It would be stupid to think otherwise.

ChapterFourteen

He wasn’t moving.

He needed to move.

Her nails weren’t long but she dug them deeper into his ass, anyway, to spur him to move. “Crew…”

He took a deep breath like he needed to steel himself, or maybe bring himself back from wherever he went.

Finally, he began to thrust up and into her.

Just what she had wanted, right?

Not exactly. She hadn’t expected to get fucked against a wall. With him still dressed. After only a kiss and no other foreplay at all.

She kind of felt cheated.

To her, it was similar to getting the entree before the waiter even asked if she wanted a drink. Or before she was served her appetizer.

The man was in his early forties. She had hoped to experience some of the skills he surely learned along the way.

She’d been with older men before and they had never disappointed her. They seemed to care about making sure the woman was satisfied. In contrast, every time she’d been with a man under thirty, they tended to be a bit more self-centered.

It could have been just the luck of the draw.

Even so, she had a feeling Crew was holding back and still warring with himself.

For no good reason that she knew of.