rather
not do this in your dad’s office, anyway.”
“Good
point.”
Before
she could regain her feet, he swung her up into his arms and carried her out
the door and toward the old couch in a back room of the building that was
almost never used.
She
wrapped her arms around his neck and tried not to let the gesture go to her
head. “You don’t have to carry me.”
Zach’s
eyes were almost awed—an expression that made her heart pound. “If you’re going
to talk again about how I’m not very strong, I don’t want to hear it.”
“What?”
Her eyes widened as he lowered her to the couch. “What are you talking about?
Of course, you’re strong.”
He
smiled as she pulled him down on top of her. “Weren’t you talking just a few
days ago about how Silas Vance would kick my butt?”
“Of
course, he’d kick your butt. That doesn’t mean you’re not strong. It just means
that man is a mountain.” She reached up to stroke his warm face. “Of course,
you’re strong. You’re the most amazing guy I’ve ever known.”
His
expression relaxed with obvious appreciation. “You think so?”
“Yeah.
But that doesn’t mean you could take Silas Vance.”
“I
don’t want to talk about Silas right now.”
“Me
either.” She pulled him back down into a kiss, and soon the conversation was
forgotten.
His
tongue plunged into her mouth, teasing hers, and he slid his hand under her
body until he was cupping her bottom. She clutched at the fabric of his shirt
as she arched beneath him and tried to wrap her legs around him.
Her
skirt got in the way until Zach yanked it up for her. Then she was able to rub
herself against him as their kiss grew deeper and more passionate.
Before
she knew what was happening, she felt his fingers at her inner thigh and then
under the edge of her panties.
She
gasped and arched up dramatically when she felt one of his fingers slipping
inside her. She was already hot and wet—so quickly it was almost embarrassing.
“What’s
the matter?” Zach muttered, panting against her neck. “Is this too fast?”
“No.”
She arched up again, trying to get his finger to move inside her. “It’s just
right. Just…right.”
He
let out a breath in what was obviously release and joined the one finger with
another. He kissed her again as he moved his hand inside her until the
sensations were too intense for her to handle.
She
broke her mouth away from his and pressed her face against his shoulder, her
body tightening deliciously.
“That’s
right,” he said hoarsely. “I feel you getting tighter. You’re going to come,
aren’t you?”
She
whimpered some kind of response, the sound smothered by his shirt.
“Don’t
hide it,” he said, his thumb finding her clit. “Let me see.”
Every
instinct in her body was telling her to hide her face, tighten down around the
motion of his hand. She was rocking shamelessly, trying to ride his fingers.
“Let
me see, Missy.”
“I
can’t,” she gasped, momentarily biting down around his shoulder.
“Yes,
you can. I want to see you.”
She
was almost there, but a spark of something broke through enough for her to pant
out, “I’m sorry…but my orgasm…isn’t about you.”
This
obviously surprised him because he made a choking sound and broke the rhythm of
his fingers. Fortunately, he didn’t stop though, and he said in breathless
amusement. “Of course, it’s not. You come however you want.”
She
whimpered again in relief, affection flooding her chest with the physical
sensations. She clawed at his back and bit down on his shoulder again, stifling
the sound as she cried out in pleasure as the climax finally broke.
Zach
was murmuring out words of encouragement, although her mind was too blurred for
her to work out exactly what they were. He kissed her again as her body started
to relax, and she wrapped her legs around him again, wanting him as close as
possible.
He
was hard in his pants—she could feel his arousal very
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