Peeking through her lashes, she found Zach’s eyes closed, his face expressionless. He stroked lazy circles on her skin and she shifted. His eyes blinked open, his head turned slightly, and his lips curved up in a slow smile.
Dani forced her mind to work. “Er, friends…?”
“This isn’t friendly?”
She didn’t know. It didn’t feel friendly. It felt… Actually, it felt good. “Maybe too friendly.”
“Killjoy. You have lovely skin. Soft.” But he gave her calf a last squeeze and withdrew his hand. He rested it on her knee. “How’s your leg?”
“Fine.”
“You just saying that?”
“No, it’s good.”
If she thought that was the end of it, she was mistaken. His edged a bit closer to her and his hand shifted to her thigh. He kneaded the muscle, and she almost groaned.
“It feels a little tense.”
“Just a little. It’s fine.”
He ignored her and continued to massage her thigh, alternating with strokes of his hand. “Relax,” he murmured. “This is medicinal.”
“I’ve heard that before.” But the knots unraveled under his skillful fingers. He was seducing her. Whether he was trying or whether it was unintentional didn’t matter.
“So tell me about being in the army?” he murmured.
“What about it?”
“Tell me a typical day?”
She started talking, as much to take her mind off the touch of his hand and the effect it was having than anything else.
“Sounds boring,” he said at one point.
“Maybe. But I like being structured, organized. I like knowing what to do and when to do it.”
“Really? I hate it.”
“I can imagine. But it’s not all boring.”
“No.” He rested his hand on the thigh above the scar. “I don’t suppose getting this was boring.”
“No.” She didn’t want to talk about her injury. She was feeling too mellow. Instead, she pulled herself upright so her legs still rested across his lap but she was sitting up. Then reached across for her glass and held it out to him. He quirked a brow but filled it and she sipped the icy liquid.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” he said. “I keep thinking friends, but my hands seem to think different. And I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. “You can’t?”
“Maybe it’s the lure of the forbidden.” He nodded behind them. “Maybe it’s like making out when you’re a kid and you know your mom or dad might walk in at any minute. Or Uncle Gary…”
She giggled. The sound brought her up short. She never giggled. Maybe it was the champagne bubbles coming out.
He looked at her speculatively. “You want to make out? A kiss and maybe a little furtive fondling?” His gaze dropped to her breast, and he gave an exaggerated leer. Another giggle slipped out. She’d never felt like this—sort of lightheaded and happy for no reason.
“Shh,” Zach whispered. “You’ll wake him up. So what do you think?”
Dani didn’t want to think. Excitement was bubbling inside her. When they landed and returned to real life would be soon enough to think. Right now, she wanted to feel.
When she didn’t answer, he plucked the empty glass from her hands and placed it on the table, then he hauled her onto his lap. Her face pressed into the curve of his neck, and she breathed in the wonderful odor of hot male and exotic aftershave, sharp and musky combined. As the scent filled her nostrils, a warm, heavy weight began to build low down in her belly.
One hard, hot hand glided up from where it rested on her hip, along her waist to come to rest just below the curve of her breast.
“Look at me, Dani.”
She raised her head and stared into his eyes as he slowly lowered his face to hers. She didn’t move as he kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth, her jaw. Small butterfly kisses. Then he took her lips in a kiss as his hand came up to cup her breast. Her mouth opened beneath his on a gasp, and his tongue thrust inside. He filled her, pushing all thoughts from her mind and the weight in her belly expanded. His fingers found her nipple beneath the layers of clothing and he rolled it between his finger and thumb. The sensation shot from her breast to her groin and warm, wet heat engulfed her sex. She groaned into his mouth, and he drew back from the kiss.
“Shh,” he whispered, and she could feel him chuckle against her skin.
He plucked open the top two buttons of her shirt and trailed a finger along the top of her bra, then slipped his hand beneath the cotton to cover her breast. His palm hot against her bare skin, he rubbed it over the taut peak, the delicious friction filling her.