scent everywhere. It teased and tormented, that innocent gingery-appley smell that made him want to rip her clothes off and bury himself inside her.
Instead he yanked her jacket down her shoulders, then pulled her shirt from her waistband, desperate to feel skin.
Yes. He groaned approvingly, closing his eyes to fullyappreciate her smooth torso as it arched forward, arms pinned behind her back by her jacket, skin silken heat beneath his palms. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
âThis needs to come off,â he muttered into her mouth, tugging at her shirt.
Her breathless agreement was all he needed to wrench those damn buttons apart and tug the shirt from her shoulders.
Emily finally managed to struggle free of her jacket, her eyes flying open as his hands continued their exploration. He overwhelmed her, filling her skin, her pores with hot desperate longing.
This. This was what she craved. What she needed. And when he bunched her skirt up around her waist before easing her legs apart with his knee, she groaned from sheer pleasure.
Pleasure that exploded into a thousand tiny sparks of need when his hand dove into her knickers and intimately cupped her curls.
She wouldâve fallen if he wasnât pinning her to the wall with his mouth, his hands, his hard thigh. And when his fingers slid through her warm slickness, brushing over hot flesh to unerringly find her taut sensitive bud, she groaned, wrenching her mouth from his.
It was too much. Too hot. Tooâ¦
âZac,â she got out. âWhat are we doing?â
His other hand clasped her chin, dragging her face back to him.
âIâm touching you. Now take your hair down.â
With shaky hands she did as he asked, pulling her hair free from the severe knot. The strands fell down her back and shoulders, across her face, and he reached up a finger to gently brush them from her eyes. Those all-seeing, all-knowing eyes were almost black with desire, his breath hot as it fanned over her cheek.
âLet go for me, Emily.â
She seemed to have lost all ability to think. Each single heartbeat echoed, blood racing through her body like a wall of flames.
She managed to get out a small nod, then a sigh when Zac let out a rumble of triumph and covered her mouth with his.
Then his finger slid inside her and her world ground to a breath-stealing halt. When she thought she might pass out from pleasure, he swiftly took charge, setting up a steady stroking pace that quickly began to swell and grow.
Her entire body screamed with joy. Heâd set her skin on fire, his fingers dipping inside before easing out to smooth over her engorged bud. Over and over, again and again, until she whimpered beneath his mouth, a ragged plea for relief tearing from her lips.
He suddenly shifted, bracing himself, pressing her hard against the wall. Then his tongue was in her mouth, echoing the erotic glide of his fingers deep inside her, and she couldnât hold back any longer.
Zac felt the exact moment she went crashing over the edge. He gritted his teeth, desperate to hold on to that thin thread of control so he didnât embarrass himself and follow her.
Her hot wetness as it flooded him, the sheer beauty of her face frozen in climactic joy, nearly did him in. With a racing heart and an almost unbearable throb in his groin, he held on, waiting until Emily stopped trembling, until her breathing regulated and he finally registered her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back.
âEmily?â He tried to meet her eyes, but they were averted to the floor, her face flushed in acute embarrassment.
âI came back for my glasses,â she muttered.
In the wake of his stunned surprise, she pulled away, quickly refixing her clothing.
The air was warm and thick with that familiar musky scent of sex, the silence complete as he forced his body into some semblance of control.
Her clothes were rumpled, shirt hanging loose and buttons askew. Her mouth was still puffy
Instead he yanked her jacket down her shoulders, then pulled her shirt from her waistband, desperate to feel skin.
Yes. He groaned approvingly, closing his eyes to fullyappreciate her smooth torso as it arched forward, arms pinned behind her back by her jacket, skin silken heat beneath his palms. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
âThis needs to come off,â he muttered into her mouth, tugging at her shirt.
Her breathless agreement was all he needed to wrench those damn buttons apart and tug the shirt from her shoulders.
Emily finally managed to struggle free of her jacket, her eyes flying open as his hands continued their exploration. He overwhelmed her, filling her skin, her pores with hot desperate longing.
This. This was what she craved. What she needed. And when he bunched her skirt up around her waist before easing her legs apart with his knee, she groaned from sheer pleasure.
Pleasure that exploded into a thousand tiny sparks of need when his hand dove into her knickers and intimately cupped her curls.
She wouldâve fallen if he wasnât pinning her to the wall with his mouth, his hands, his hard thigh. And when his fingers slid through her warm slickness, brushing over hot flesh to unerringly find her taut sensitive bud, she groaned, wrenching her mouth from his.
It was too much. Too hot. Tooâ¦
âZac,â she got out. âWhat are we doing?â
His other hand clasped her chin, dragging her face back to him.
âIâm touching you. Now take your hair down.â
With shaky hands she did as he asked, pulling her hair free from the severe knot. The strands fell down her back and shoulders, across her face, and he reached up a finger to gently brush them from her eyes. Those all-seeing, all-knowing eyes were almost black with desire, his breath hot as it fanned over her cheek.
âLet go for me, Emily.â
She seemed to have lost all ability to think. Each single heartbeat echoed, blood racing through her body like a wall of flames.
She managed to get out a small nod, then a sigh when Zac let out a rumble of triumph and covered her mouth with his.
Then his finger slid inside her and her world ground to a breath-stealing halt. When she thought she might pass out from pleasure, he swiftly took charge, setting up a steady stroking pace that quickly began to swell and grow.
Her entire body screamed with joy. Heâd set her skin on fire, his fingers dipping inside before easing out to smooth over her engorged bud. Over and over, again and again, until she whimpered beneath his mouth, a ragged plea for relief tearing from her lips.
He suddenly shifted, bracing himself, pressing her hard against the wall. Then his tongue was in her mouth, echoing the erotic glide of his fingers deep inside her, and she couldnât hold back any longer.
Zac felt the exact moment she went crashing over the edge. He gritted his teeth, desperate to hold on to that thin thread of control so he didnât embarrass himself and follow her.
Her hot wetness as it flooded him, the sheer beauty of her face frozen in climactic joy, nearly did him in. With a racing heart and an almost unbearable throb in his groin, he held on, waiting until Emily stopped trembling, until her breathing regulated and he finally registered her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back.
âEmily?â He tried to meet her eyes, but they were averted to the floor, her face flushed in acute embarrassment.
âI came back for my glasses,â she muttered.
In the wake of his stunned surprise, she pulled away, quickly refixing her clothing.
The air was warm and thick with that familiar musky scent of sex, the silence complete as he forced his body into some semblance of control.
Her clothes were rumpled, shirt hanging loose and buttons askew. Her mouth was still puffy
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