pressing her body against the wood. His lips scorched her neck as he kissed and nipped at the tender flesh.
“Dawson,” Zoey moaned as he rocked his firm erection against her belly.
He lifted her up, settling his body between her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Dawson slipped his hand beneath her dress, sliding his palm against her flesh as he cupped her breast. His lips met hers in a frenzy. Zoey bucked into him.
“You’re at work.” she whispered, not really wanting him to stop.
“Don’t.” He slipped her panties to the side and eased his finger between her folds. “Care.”
His touch sent an electric shock to her core. He pumped his digit in and out of her channel as he ground his hard-on against her leg.
Zoey couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips as her orgasm wracked her body. Her womb tightened around his finger as her juices coated his hand and she let go. Dawson unzipped his pants, setting his cock free. Pushing her panties to the side, he thrust inside her warm pussy. He paused, resting his forehead against hers.
“Everything feels so good with you.” Dawson pressed his mouth to hers as he slowly moved his shaft inside her.
“Fuck… Dawson, just like that… oh, God.” Zoey moaned, her body contorting as he pounded into her.
“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you on my cock.”
Zoey let go, her belly coiled as her orgasm took control. Dawson grunted, his cock spilling inside her at the same time. It was fast, but oh so fucking good. They were both breathless as his hips slowed. Dawson leaned into her body, slowly slipping out of her and setting her on her feet.
“I can’t believe we just did that here… I bet your whole department heard us.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t get a call.” Dawson waggled his eyebrows at her, eliciting a laugh from Zoey. “Let me grab you something to clean up with.”
Dawson snatched a t-shirt hanging on his bed and kneeled in front of Zoey. He wiped her legs off and helped her right her dress.
Pressing a kiss to her lips, “Thanks for coming by.”
Dawson grabbed his duffle bag off the table next to the door and slipped a key from his key ring. “Here, take this.”
“Your key? How will you get inside, though?”
“Zoey. I wasn’t kidding when I said I didn’t want to be apart from you any longer. Go to my house tonight. I want to come home and crawl into bed with you.”
Zoey flushed. “You sure?”
“Yes.” The tone sounded, “Shit. Good timing, though.” He smiled at her, “Go. I’ll call you in a few.”
Zoey kissed him goodbye and watched as he hurried down the stairwell. She waited until the firehouse emptied before leaving. Still high from their lovemaking, Zoey navigated the car towards her mom’s. She was going to need a few things tonight. Tomorrow she’d get Dawson to help her gather the rest of her stuff.