“I just . . .”
“I don’t want you to drive in this.” He kisses my forehead, and I feel my resolve evaporating. I want to stay. I lay my hand on his cheek, and my stomach clenches when he turns his face and presses a wet kiss to my palm. “Didn’t I hear that you remodeled the attic into a new master suite?”
He turns surprised eyes to mine and a slow smile spreads over his sexy lips. “I did.”
“I’d love to see it.”
“Are you sure?” He whispers and rests his forehead on mine. “I swear, there are no strings, sugar. You can have a room all to yourself.”
I bite my lip and inhale deeply. He gently tugs the flesh out of my teeth with the tip of his thumb. “We’ve been circling around each other for months, Zack. I’m tired of it. I don’t feel this with anyone else.”
“What do you feel?”
I frown and try to look down, but he catches my chin with his finger and keeps me trapped in his gaze.
“I won’t ask again.”
“I feel . . . safe.” I shrug. “Sexy. Turned on.”
He stands easily with me in his arms and buries his face in my neck as he carries me to the stairs.
“You are all of those things, baby.”
“I wasn’t going to do this.”
“You still don’t have to.”
I rest my hand on his cheek as he continues to climb the stairs without even an increase in his breathing.
He’s so fucking strong.
“I want you.” It’s a whisper, but I feel it to my toes. His eyes dilate as he pushes open his bedroom door and carries me to his bed.
“I never stopped wanting you,” he replies.
The bed is wide, king-size for a big man. The room is enormous, spanning the entire length of the house. There is a sitting area with bookshelves near a wide window that looks out to the back part of the property and the mountains, and I can just imagine what that view must look like early in the morning. The wood floor is covered in cozy rugs. There are two doors, both closed, on the opposite side of the space.
“Bathroom and closet over there,” he murmurs when he sees me glance that way.
“This is beautiful.”
“You are beautiful. Are you completely sure that this is what you want, Jillian?” He kisses my cheek and my neck then pulls back to watch my face.
I grin and lean in to press my lips against his. “Hell yes.”
He growls and kisses me with restrained fervor. His hands grasp the hem of my sweater and tug it over my head, followed by the orange cami beneath it, leaving me in jeans and a bra.
I pull frantically on his T-shirt, dying to see and feel the muscles beneath.
Zack naked is a sight to behold, and it’s been way too long since I last saw it.
He yanks the shirt off and returns his lips to mine, plundering, then reeling it back, tasting and nibbling.
“This isn’t going to be fast, sugar,” he murmurs as his lips drift down my jawline. “We have all night, and I’m going to take my time.”
I push my fingers into his hair, loving the softness of the strands between them. “You don’t have to go slow for me.”
“I’m going slow for me.” He reaches around with one hand and deftly unclasps my bra. I shrug out of it and toss it aside. “You are never going to forget all of the things I’m going to do to you tonight. Every inch of your amazing little body is going to feel me.”
My breath hitches at his words. He boosts me up in the bed, unclasps my jeans, peels them down, and kneels between my legs, staring at me clad only in my tiny blue lace panties.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” he growls and braces himself above me, holding his body away from mine as he brushes his lips over mine softly, barely touching me.
My hands glide across his smooth chest, over his sculpted stomach, to the button on his jeans.
“I need you naked,” I breathe.
“Here’s the thing,” he whispers and pulls the lobe of my ear between his teeth, then soothes the bite with his tongue. “I only have one condom.”
“Well, you’re not very well prepared for this,” I mutter grouchily.
“I wasn’t trying to jinx anything,” he replies with a chuckle. “But I do plan to make you come all night long, so we’re going to have to be creative here, baby.”
“All night?” I squeak. Dear God, I don’t think I can do it.
“All.” He kisses my collarbone. “Night.”
Fuck yes I’m going to make love to her all night long.
“I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never imagined,” I warn her as I trace her dusky brown nipple with my nose until it puckers. “I want to hear those sexy moans you make when I’m buried deep inside you, holding your legs down, making you stay still while I drive you nuts.”
She moans and shimmies under me, trying to press her pussy against my stomach as I kiss across her chest, not quite reaching her sensitive nipples.
“And I want to feel you fall over the edge while I have my fingers deep inside your pussy and your clit between my lips.”
“Jesus, Zack.” Her sweet voice is raspy with lust now and she’s breathing hard, her head thrashing on my pillow. Her gorgeous brown hair is fanned around her.
I can’t wait to pull it while I fuck her from behind.
But that’ll have to be another day because tonight, when I finally do sink into her hot, wet pussy, it’ll be while she’s under me, and I can see those amazing blue eyes while she comes around me.
I pull her nipple into my mouth and tug with my teeth, then soothe it with my tongue. She plunges her hands into my hair and holds on tight.
I make love to the other nipple, satisfied when it puckers, then pull back with a loud pop, glide my hands up her arms to her hands, still buried in my hair, and link my fingers with hers and guide them over her head.
“You taste so good,” I whisper against her lips. She grins, panting, her blue eyes on fire, and circles her hips, pushing her pussy against my cock, making it throb even more.
“Zack,” she murmurs. “I want you inside me.”
“I’ll get there,” I reply and kiss her lightly, just tickling her lips with my own. God, she’s so soft and sweet.
I let go of her hands and they go straight for my hair again, pulling me in deeper. This woman kisses like it’s her sole mission in life, with 100 percent of her attention.