Zach went still beneath her. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up to gaze down into his face, into those amber eyes, which were hooded and for once serious.
“You want to do this?” he asked.
Did she? But before her mind could rationalize the whole thing, her head was nodding.
His hands stroked down the length of her back, coming to rest on her buttocks. He squeezed and heat flooded between her thighs. She pressed against his hands, not knowing what she wanted but that she definitely wanted something, and he returned the pressure, pulling her down against the hot, hard length of him.
“And I guess it’s clear I want you,” Zach murmured.
A feeling of almost unbearable excitement filled her, as though her skin would burst. She shifted her hips to better feel the size of him, which seemed pretty impressive, and he groaned.
“Don’t do that, honey.”
She wouldn’t back down from a challenge; she did it again and watched the reaction flash across his face. Staring at that beautiful mouth, she slowly leaned down and licked her tongue along the sensual lower lip. She explored his face with her lips and tongue, scattering butterfly kisses across the hard line of his cheekbones. She licked the salty skin of his throat and then back to his lips. His mouth opened beneath hers, and he finally took control, his hands sliding back up her body to cup her face and hold her still, while his tongue thrust into her mouth, kissing her until she was boneless and mindless.
After long minutes, he pulled away. “Just lift up a minute, sweetheart.”
He lifted her off him so she knelt on the sofa at his side, then reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small foil packet. Dani shook her head, trying to get her brain to function. What sort of man carried a condom in his pocket? Easy question. One who had come out with the intention of having sex.
“Are you always this prepared?” she asked. “Or were you so sure of me?”
He glanced at her, the corner of his mouth quirked. “Hopeful rather than sure.”
As he pushed his pants down over his lean hips, she couldn’t resist glancing down. Then she stared. He was big, bigger than she’d expected, bigger than she’d imagined when she’d moved on him only minutes ago. When had it gotten that big?
Rock hard, it stood to attention flat against his lean, muscular belly, the skin taut with a satin sheen, the head blushed with blood. The thing pulsated under her stare.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
He flashed her a devastating smile. “Well, I sincerely hope so now that we’ve gotten this far.”
She sat back on her heels while he rolled the condom down over his erection. Then swallowed. A warm, heavy weight built inside her at the thought of all that pushing into her. Her sex felt hot and swollen, and her swimsuit chafed against her nipples. But not for long.
“There. Done,” he murmured, reaching for her. “Now to unwrap you.” His hands moved to her shoulders and he slipped his fingers under the straps and peeled the damp material from her breasts, then down over her hips. She wriggled out of it, and he tossed the scrap on the floor.
Help.
Oh God, she was naked, but Zach didn’t give her time to think. Clasping her by the hips, he tugged her across his body so she straddled his hips. This time there was nothing between them. The scorching length of him pressed against her belly, and she was totally aware of her bare sex resting against his hair-roughened thigh. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, and the pad of his thumbs rubbing over the peaks sent a jolt of pleasure along her nerves.
Her nipples tightened, and she held her breath as his head lowered and he stroked his tongue over her then sucked one taut peak into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, and her head fell back and her spine arched. Gripping his shoulders for balance, she closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations coursing through her. He shifted to the other breast, while one hand slid down between them and tangled in the curls at the base of her belly.
She went instantly motionless, but his mouth was still tugging at her nipples, scraping the sensitive peaks with his teeth then soothing with the warm velvet of his tongue. She couldn’t focus, her body out of control.
One long finger probed between the folds of her sex.
“Oh.” The word left her on a sigh.
“You are so wet,” he murmured as his finger pushed inside then withdrew and spread the slippery moisture over her sex. He teased a lazy circle around her clit, then again, until she thought she would go mad with need. Her hips jerked and finally he touched her there, stroking the tiny nub, and nothing in her whole life had ever felt so good. Her thighs widened without conscious thought, and he slipped his hands between them, two fingers pushed inside her while the heel of his hand massaged her clit. His fingers stroked her inner walls, sending tingles shooting through her. A pulse started its insistent throb deep in her body. She needed something, was reaching for something. Nearly there…