Night Unbound(54)

Moaning, she arched her hips against him.
While Lisette wasn’t a short woman, Zach still towered over her at six foot ten and couldn’t reach and touch and taste everything he wanted to.
Turning them, he lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall.
 

 

The cold tile against her skin didn’t cool Lisette’s ardor even the slightest. It seemed as though she had wanted this for months.
Wrapping her legs around Zach’s waist, she ground her core against his erection.
He groaned and dragged his lips from hers, scorching a path down her neck to her breasts. First one, then the other, he tongued and nipped and drew on hard. There was nothing tentative in his explorations. No uncertainty or any of the timidity that had plagued her the first time she had made love. Zach was bold, his touch firm, his hands aggressive as they roamed her bare body.
And she had never wanted anyone more, never felt such intense heat and need.
“Zach, please,” she gasped. “I need you.”
He raised his head . . . and Lisette was mesmerized by the intensity in his golden gaze. He had no difficulty supporting her with one hand as he positioned his hard cock at her entrance.
Wet and desperate for him, she held her breath, waiting.
When he plunged inside, a cry of pure pleasure escaped her. Zach was a big man, filling her with such delicious friction that she nearly came from the first penetration. All the way to the hilt he pressed, then ground against her as if he wanted to go even deeper, get even closer, rubbing against her clitoris.
Lightning crackled through her, heating her blood even more.
Then he withdrew almost entirely and plunged inside again. And again. Driving into her with hard, powerful strokes. His hands once more roving and exploring. His lips and tongue tasting . . . everything.
All Lisette could do was hang on and try to breathe as the pleasure and pressure continued to mount. Her fangs descended as they sometimes did when she experienced strong emotion. Her legs tightened around his hips, urging him on. Her fingers clutched his hair.
His tongue rasped across her nipple. At the same time, he slid a hand between them and stroked her clit. Ecstasy claimed her. Her body clenched and unclenched around his.
Zach stiffened as an orgasm gripped him.
Her climax seemed to go on for minutes, wringing the last of her strength until Lisette collapsed against him, hanging limply in his arms, breath coming in gasps.
Zach seemed a bit weak in the knees himself, resting his forehead on her shoulder as his breath slowly calmed.
Water continued to pound the tiles in the shower as she drew her fingers over his slick skin in languid movements.
He raised his head.
She met his golden gaze, saw the fierce emotion that lit his eyes, and . . . everything changed. Everything.
Framing his stubbled jaw in both hands, Lisette couldn’t find the words to express what she felt for him in that moment.
He dipped his head. Their lips touched.
Her stomach growled.
Both laughed.
“I can’t help it,” she said. “I’m always hungry after a hunt. Fighting with preternatural strength and speed burns a lot of energy. And this fight burned more than usual.”
Shaking his head, Zach withdrew from her and gently lowered her until her feet touched the floor. “Then let’s see if we can’t do something to replenish that energy.” As he reached for the soap and washcloth, he sent her a smile she thought half shy and half sly. “You’ll need it later.”
She grinned. “How about dinner in bed? We could make a couple of sandwiches, grab some chips, and have a picnic down here.”
His smile broadened. “I like the sound of that.”
“Even though we’ll get crumbs in the bed?” she teased.
He lathered up the cloth. “You could crush an entire bag of potato chips, sprinkle them on the sheets, and—as long as I held you in my arms—I wouldn’t notice.”
Damn. He must be the only man on the planet who could make crumbs in bed sound romantic. “Maybe while we eat, you can explain to me how you can be so good at something you’ve never done before.”
He winked, the handsome rogue, and motioned for her to turn around. “I might not have done it, but I spent a lot of time thinking about it.”
Lisette laughed as he began to wash her back.
 

 

Seth leaned over David’s desk, perusing the page full of barely understandable gibberish before him. At his elbow, David sat in his usual comfy chair and held the large medical text open to the passage he wished to discuss.
Weariness dragged at Seth, weighing his body down and forcing him to read the same damned paragraph several times before he could understand it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept. Usually, he spent hours teleporting from this country to that, handling whatever crises arose and seeing to the various and assorted needs and concerns of Immortal Guardians worldwide, then sought sleep whenever his phone stopped ringing.