“You want the table?” she asked.
“Yeah. I want you on top of me.” He wished he could have said, “on his face,” but they didn’t have time for that. A bump-and-grind lap dance would have to do.
Delaney stood. Zac sat and then helped her up to straddle him, but the table was too narrow to accommodate her knees and her feet were too far off the floor to get any purchase. So much for the bump-and-grind plan. “This place sucks,” he muttered.
“You’re overthinking it, Zac,” Delaney said, climbing off his lap and moving between his legs. “Let’s just keep it simple.” She rested her hands lightly on his knees. Her gaze sought his. “How ’bout if I just kiss you?”
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time for that,” he said.
She licked her lips and slid her hands up his thighs. “That’s not exactly the kind of kiss I meant.”
Holy shit. He sucked in a breath on the instant surge of heat to his groin. He sure as hell hadn’t seen that coming. He glanced down at his dick. Nothing wrong down there. That was for damn sure. He was already hard as a post. All he’d needed was the right stimulus, but he feared too much of a good thing could be equally fatal. Just the thought of Delaney’s mouth on his dick made his balls contract. He shut his eyes as her fingers worked his zipper. He wasn’t worried about shooting a load anymore, just afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold it back long enough even to unscrew the damned lid.
Delaney was filled with guilt from the moment they walked into the clinic. Until now, she’d never given a second thought as to how awkward and invasive all this would feel to Zac, but he’d taken it all with surprising good humor. In truth, he’d bent over backwards to accommodate her desires—postponing his trip, driving twice to the clinic when it was over two hours away. Now, the pressure of time only poured insult on injury. She was amazed that he hadn’t complained about any of it, but bore it all with his cowboy stoicism.
He’d done so much for her. It was past time she reciprocated, not that she minded it a lick—or minded licking it. She reached inside and took him in hand, closing her fingers slowly around his hard, hot, exquisitely smooth shaft. She took a few seconds to revel in the pulsing sensation before she began stroking. She glanced up to find his brows drawn in concentration. He stole a look at her through slit lids as she worked his flesh. “Harder,” he urged and brought his hand on top of hers. There was something incredibly erotic about their joined hands pumping his flesh. She leaned in to him, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the exposed part of his chest.
“Unbutton your shirt,” she murmured. In seconds he’d popped the buttons. She pressed him back onto the paper-covered table, working over his torso with her mouth, kissing and licking a downward trail while steadily pumping her hand. Releasing his shaft, she laved his navel with her tongue as she tugged on his jeans. “Lift your hips.”
She pulled his jeans down, exposing the full glory of his manhood for the first time. The feel of him had thrilled her, but the sight stole her breath away. Ty had been extremely well endowed, maybe too much for her comfort. Zac was perfect in every way.
Hoping to send him to the same heaven he’d taken her to only a few days ago, she wet her lips and lowered her head. Gripping his shaft with one hand and cupping his sac with the other, she licked him slowly upward from base to tip. Shutting her eyes, she inhaled his musky male scent, savoring the silky feel and tangy taste of him. Curling her tongue, she taunted and teased with flicks and darts until she finally wrapped her lips around his broad, smooth crown.
He sucked in a breath, his body tensing beneath her as he murmured huskily, “You’re killing me, you know that?”
Releasing him briefly from her mouth, she answered with a smug smile. “Then I hope you’ll die a happy man.”
His green, passion-filled eyes held hers with a look that both thrilled and terrified her. He replied softly, “I will if I can call you mine.”
“Zac, I—” Delaney startled at the sound of a sharp rap on the exam room door.
“Mr. McDaniel?” came a shrill voice from the other side.
“What the fuck?” Zac bolted up to a sitting position.
Another knock sounded. This one harder. “Mr. McDaniel? The clinic is closing now. You need to give me your specimen or come back tomorrow.”
“Goddammit,” Zac muttered. “She must be related to Bart.”
“Pardon me?” Delaney asked.
“It’s nothin’,” Zac replied. He stood with a groan, shoved himself back into his jeans, and zipped.
“I’m so sorry about all this, Zac,” Delaney said tearfully. “I hate that your whole day was wasted. This is not how I envisioned any of it.”
“You’ve got no reason to apologize,” he said gruffly. “None of this was your fault.”
“Yes, it was,” she sniffed. “I’m the one who made you come.”