moment, lost and found in Felicity’s tight embrace.
Chapter 6
“I can’t believe we did that.” Felicity hitched her shoulders against the rear bumper of the car and leaned into Zane. “I can’t believe
I
did that.”
“No regrets?”
The light ease of his tone was at odds with tension she could feel in his strong, hard-muscled body. The body she’d felt every inch of, pressed against her and moving with her to create sensations she’d never even imagined possible…
Felicity smiled up at him and tried to find the energy to rearrange their rucked up clothing into something passably respectable. “None. Except maybe the fact that we didn’t take the time to get somewhere private where we could undress each other—and maybe find a flat surface.”
At one point, too caught up in each other to notice insignificant details like gravity, they’d slid right off the hood of the car and onto the ground. Cursing fluently, Zane had twisted them at the last second so he landed first and cushioned her fall. Felicity couldn’t help but laugh, even knowing it might piss Zane off. From what she remembered of her Bad Year of college hook-ups, boys did not enjoy it when girls got the giggles during sex.
Well, maybe that was the difference between boys and men, she reflected now as she watched answering humor lighten Zane’s incredible blue eyes. Because Zane had thrown his head back and laughed right along with her, then growled and lifted her above him and made her gasp. She’d never realized sex could be both intimate and playful, intense and silly at the same time.
“Flat surfaces are overrated,” Zane told her, with the air of a wise old man imparting deeply serious advice. “You get more points for style and high degree of difficulty if you go for slanted, bouncy, or otherwise unstable surfaces.”
“
You’re
unstable,” Felicity retorted nonsensically, lifting her mouth for a kiss.
“But you love that about me.” The words hummed against her swollen, sensitive lips, and Felicity told herself the shiver that shot down her spine was from the sensation…not from the sound of the “L” word in Zane’s rich, deep voice.
She didn’t want to move. All her muscles and bones felt weighted to the ground with spent pleasure and exhaustion. But the ever-present timer in her head kept relentlessly ticking, reminding her that time was running out.
“What I would love,” Felicity said, disentangling herself and struggling to her feet, “would be to nail down a reception location. I’ve planned everything I can without that last piece of the puzzle in place.”
Zane glanced at his wafer thin sports watch. “So. The most amazing sex of your life distracted you for all of…eighty-seven minutes. I must be slipping.”
“Who said it was the most amazing sex of my life?” Felicity responded tartly, hands on hips.
The smoldering look Zane directed up at her from his boneless sprawl on the ground made Felicity’s thighs tremble and her cheeks heat. There was something unbelievably sexy about Zane’s confidence, especially now that she’d peeked behind the curtain and glimpsed the reasons behind everything Zane did.
His brother’s death had scarred him. Zane might think he was over it, that he’d moved on by living his life a certain way—but Felicity could see that there was still healing to be done. For instance, even now, Zane avoided looking past her and out to across the beach to the sea.
Holding out a hand to help brace him, Felicity felt a thrill when he clasped her fingers and let her tug him up. They were in this together.
“You’re right,” she said, quiet and simple and to the point. “It was the best sex of my life, because for the first time in a long time, I let go and allowed myself to enjoy it. And you’re the one who showed me how. So thank you for that.”
His eyes heated to the color of the blue flames at the heart of a fire. “It was my pleasure, I assure you.”
“Let me
Chapter 6
“I can’t believe we did that.” Felicity hitched her shoulders against the rear bumper of the car and leaned into Zane. “I can’t believe
I
did that.”
“No regrets?”
The light ease of his tone was at odds with tension she could feel in his strong, hard-muscled body. The body she’d felt every inch of, pressed against her and moving with her to create sensations she’d never even imagined possible…
Felicity smiled up at him and tried to find the energy to rearrange their rucked up clothing into something passably respectable. “None. Except maybe the fact that we didn’t take the time to get somewhere private where we could undress each other—and maybe find a flat surface.”
At one point, too caught up in each other to notice insignificant details like gravity, they’d slid right off the hood of the car and onto the ground. Cursing fluently, Zane had twisted them at the last second so he landed first and cushioned her fall. Felicity couldn’t help but laugh, even knowing it might piss Zane off. From what she remembered of her Bad Year of college hook-ups, boys did not enjoy it when girls got the giggles during sex.
Well, maybe that was the difference between boys and men, she reflected now as she watched answering humor lighten Zane’s incredible blue eyes. Because Zane had thrown his head back and laughed right along with her, then growled and lifted her above him and made her gasp. She’d never realized sex could be both intimate and playful, intense and silly at the same time.
“Flat surfaces are overrated,” Zane told her, with the air of a wise old man imparting deeply serious advice. “You get more points for style and high degree of difficulty if you go for slanted, bouncy, or otherwise unstable surfaces.”
“
You’re
unstable,” Felicity retorted nonsensically, lifting her mouth for a kiss.
“But you love that about me.” The words hummed against her swollen, sensitive lips, and Felicity told herself the shiver that shot down her spine was from the sensation…not from the sound of the “L” word in Zane’s rich, deep voice.
She didn’t want to move. All her muscles and bones felt weighted to the ground with spent pleasure and exhaustion. But the ever-present timer in her head kept relentlessly ticking, reminding her that time was running out.
“What I would love,” Felicity said, disentangling herself and struggling to her feet, “would be to nail down a reception location. I’ve planned everything I can without that last piece of the puzzle in place.”
Zane glanced at his wafer thin sports watch. “So. The most amazing sex of your life distracted you for all of…eighty-seven minutes. I must be slipping.”
“Who said it was the most amazing sex of my life?” Felicity responded tartly, hands on hips.
The smoldering look Zane directed up at her from his boneless sprawl on the ground made Felicity’s thighs tremble and her cheeks heat. There was something unbelievably sexy about Zane’s confidence, especially now that she’d peeked behind the curtain and glimpsed the reasons behind everything Zane did.
His brother’s death had scarred him. Zane might think he was over it, that he’d moved on by living his life a certain way—but Felicity could see that there was still healing to be done. For instance, even now, Zane avoided looking past her and out to across the beach to the sea.
Holding out a hand to help brace him, Felicity felt a thrill when he clasped her fingers and let her tug him up. They were in this together.
“You’re right,” she said, quiet and simple and to the point. “It was the best sex of my life, because for the first time in a long time, I let go and allowed myself to enjoy it. And you’re the one who showed me how. So thank you for that.”
His eyes heated to the color of the blue flames at the heart of a fire. “It was my pleasure, I assure you.”
“Let me
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