I press against her hard, making her lips part, and my tongue moves in swiftly.
And goddamn…my head spins with the sensation of kissing Kate.
Kissing the fuck out of Kate.
Seeking more, I bend her backward, kissing her harder. Her hands come and grab on to my shoulders, a good sign that she won’t say no to me.
My hand skates up under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her back as my fingers splay wide to touch as much of her as I can. Kate shivers against me…just because I’m touching her back, and that reaction alone has me going fully hard.
Loath to break contact of our mouths, because I’m afraid she may try to stop me, I release my hold on her neck and bring that hand to her front. I slip it under the hem of her shirt and skim my fingers up over her ribs until I’m palming a deliciously full breast.
Kate arches her back and moans hard into my mouth, and fuck me…that’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
My breathing starts to get heavy and my cock is pulsing in my pants. A flash of worry passes through me. She can’t be forced. I need to know if she wants me to stop or not, so I pull my face away from hers.
Her eyes are closed, so I wait for her to open them. When she does, her look is glazed as she tries to focus on me.
“Do you want me to stop, Kate?” I ask her urgently, squeezing her breast gently, then rubbing my thumb over her nipple that’s puckered hard against her bra.
She moans again and then pushes her hips against me in a move that’s wanton and demanding. Christ…my dick is aching so bad and her grinding against me is torture. I need this to end one way or the other.
“Kate,” I say harshly so I can get her attention. Her eyes focus a little on me. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her brow furrows inward for a second, then she blows out a soft breath from her lips. “I’ll die if you do,” she says quietly and I know I’m an absolute goner.
Chapter 14
Kate
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. One of Zack’s hands on my breast, another spread wide against my back. The hard muscles in his shoulders jumping under my hands and his erection pushing against my stomach.
If life were to end for me right now, I could go to the great beyond with the satisfaction of just what I’m feeling in this moment. “Kate,” Zack growls at me, and I try to focus in on him rather than on the lust that’s coursing through me. “Do you want me to stop?”
Stop? Is he kidding?
“I’ll die if you do,” I tell him honestly.
Because I will…I’ll die if he stops.
“Good answer,” Zack rasps out before kissing me hard again.
It’s a brief kiss, though, one of thanks for giving the correct answer. The minute his lips pull away from mine, his hands are lifting my shirt over my head.
“Need to see this body again,” he says, more to himself than me.
For a brief moment, I panic. First I try to remember if I shaved this morning, and relief courses through me as I definitely remember doing that. Second, and more important, we’re standing in a brightly lit bathroom and I’m wearing a cheap white cotton bra that’s frayed on the edges and a pair of uninspiring panties that would do my name Roberta proud.
I start to pull away from him, suddenly self-conscious as my hands come up to cross over my chest and hide my bra.
“Don’t,” Zack warns me in a tight voice, causing my arms to freeze in midair. “No more hiding.”
“But you’ll never want to call me Kate again,” I say piteously.
Zack’s eyebrows draw together in confusion. “What?”
“I’m not wearing sexy lingerie.” I try to make my explanation sound rational and mature. “You seem like the type of guy that appreciates sexy lingerie. When you see mine, you’ll see I’m only good enough for the name Roberta.”
He gives me an immediately chastising look while trying to hide his grin. “Christ, Kate…I don’t give a fuck what your panties look like. I want to get to what’s underneath.”
“But you have to go through my completely asexual underwear to reach the prize. You’ll be sorely disappointed—”
Zack mutters a curse and grabs hold of one of my hands. He pulls it down and then shoves it against his erection, pressing my fingers around it. “Feel that, Kate?”
I nod and my fingers squeeze him reflexively.
“I’m hard as a fucking rock for you right now. Trust me, I will not be turned off by your underwear.”
Oh, wow, that sounds nice…and hot.
“Okay.” I sigh in capitulation and close my eyes, giving him the green light to move forward. I reluctantly pull my hand away from between his legs and bring both of my hands up to curl into his shirt, desperately trying to drag him toward me for another kiss.