Out of Control(35)

Beneath her, the hardening length of his erection nudged at her ass, and she wriggled her buttocks against him. “Hey, nothing below the waist,” he murmured, then nipped her earlobe, sending shivers running through her. She wriggled again. He withdrew his hand from her breast and moved to her hips, pressing her down into his lap and closing his eyes for a moment. “We need to slow down,” he said through gritted teeth. He tossed a look over his shoulder. She’d forgotten about Gary. How the hell could she have forgotten? But he still slept the sleep of the innocent. And the back of the sofa was between them. Even if he woke, he wouldn’t see anything.

“Not that slow,” Zach said. He pinched her nipple, and she gasped. The feelings were spiraling out of control as though her body no longer belonged to her. She was reaching for something. As she stared up at his face, he held her gaze while his other hand cupped her sex. Even through the layers, she felt the heat of his palm and pushed against it. The last remnants of her sanity broke through the fog of desire.

“What happened to nothing below the waist?”

“Some rules exist to be broken.” He pressed upward with the heel of his hand, rocking it against the most sensitive spot, and the need built higher.

He nuzzled her neck. “You want to come?”

Flames licked through her at the question. Between her thighs, she could feel her clit throbbing with need. She didn’t answer, wasn’t sure she could speak, but he took her silence for acquiescence.

“Open your legs,” he whispered, and her thighs parted as if by magic.

He flicked open the button at her waist, then slid down the zipper, and his hand pushed down inside her panties. She gasped as he found her and his fingers parted the sodden folds of her sex.

“Shit.” He groaned. “You are so hot and wet and”—he pressed one finger inside her—“tight and I wish it was my cock there instead of my finger.” She opened her legs wider and he pushed another finger inside, rubbing her inner walls. Her head was against his chest and beneath her cheek, his heart beat a rapid rhythm.

He withdrew his fingers, spreading her moisture up over her clit. She jerked at the first touch there, every muscle locking solid.

His hand went still. “Relax, sweetheart. Let it go.” He took her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss as his finger started to move. He massaged the tiny nub, rubbing slow circles, and the pleasure built inside her. Higher and higher until she teetered on the edge.

Then he stopped. “More?”

She snarled up at him, and he moved his hand. Two fingers pushed inside, while he stroked her with the pad of his thumb. This time he didn’t stop, and the feelings built until they exploded in a starburst of pleasure. She opened her mouth to scream and his lips covered hers, swallowing the sound. He kissed her for long minutes as the tremors racked her body, his hand trailing soothing circles on her back.

Finally, he pulled away and stared down at her, his expression a curious blend of wry amusement and hot desire. “You owe me one.”

“I do?”

“Oh, yes.”

He tugged his hand from between her legs, zipped her up, and fastened her pants. Beneath her, she could still feel his raging-hard erection. Maybe she should do something about it. She just wasn’t sure what, and before she could come to a decision, he picked her up and settled her on the cushions.

“But perhaps not right now.” He peered over his shoulder. “I don’t think our luck will hold much longer.”

She realized he meant Gary and followed his gaze. He still slept.

Zach pressed the button. “Coffee,” he said.

Dani shook her head, trying to get her brain functioning again. She peered down. Her shirt was open, revealing the edge of her white bra, and she fastened it quickly. “You have a weird idea of being friends,” she muttered.

“Not really. Why shouldn’t friends give each other pleasure?”

“Why not indeed?”

The flight attendant appeared at that moment carrying a tray. She put it on the table and cleared away the empty champagne and glasses. Zach poured Dani a coffee, adding cream and sugar before handing it to her.

“I hope there’s some of that for me?” a voice said from behind them.

“Sleeping Beauty awakens,” Zach said.

“What have you two been up to?” Gary asked, smothering a yawn with his hand and getting to his feet. He came over and plunked himself down opposite them.

“We’ve been discussing philosophy.”

“Yeah, right.” He cast Dani a suspicious glance.

She gulped her coffee and hoped she didn’t look as dazed as she felt. Which was mussed, and sticky, and like she’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm. She put her coffee down and rose to her feet.