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body.
Arm draped over his forehead, fist clenched, Zach regarded
the fading shadows on the master bedroom’s ceiling, then chanced a look at the
clock.
A muttered oath escaped his lips. Only ten minutes to go
before the alarm went off and he’d barely slept.
Each time he’d managed to drift off, he’d awakened in a
start from dreams he couldn’t recall. Tension knotted the muscles in his neck
and shoulders. He couldn’t relax his arms or legs. An hour ago, he’d finally
given in and stroked his rigid cock, masturbating like an out-of-control teen,
releasing his cum on the sheet rather than in a warm, soft female body.
Toni’s.
Uh-uh. No fucking way. Even if she did stir him as few
females had, she was a complication he just didn’t need.
Rolling over, Zach punched his pillow and buried his head in
it. Instantly, his knee and leg hurt. He adjusted his weight and squeezed his
lids tight.
Images of Toni arrived without pause, snatching his breath,
overwhelming his resistance. He saw the ends of her hair swinging against her
smooth cheeks, her plump lower lip shiny from the steak’s juices, her eyes
searching his, her expression guileless, wanting, receptive.
He could have taken her on the picnic table and he knew she
wouldn’t have protested. Hell, she probably would have encouraged it and more…a
lot more. Anything he wanted, no matter how crazy or lewd.
Like tying her wrists to the bed and playing pirate or
whatever the hell women fantasized about. Having her willingly submit to his
dominance and beg for still more. Playing those games in fun and for mutual
pleasure.
Unlike Meg, Toni hadn’t been sheltered. She seemed to expect
such behavior from a man, practically encouraging it from him. And yet, despite
her gutsy personality and the brave front she kept putting on, she had a world
weariness about her, a forlornness that kept pulling him near. Telling him he
could ease whatever hurt she’d once known. They could comfort each other.
Until she left, and she would. She had Lucky and Belle to
support.
Who in the fuck were they? Where in the hell had she met the
couple? What did it mean that she’d adopted them, rather than they’d done so
with her?
At dinner last night, after she’d kept dodging his questions
about her past, Zach had finally surrendered, asking her about Lucky and
Belle’s. Toni’s answer was to tell him about their shop, how excited they were
to have it up and running. It had always been their dream.
While they’d done what exactly? What were their previous
jobs?
He hadn’t asked. Instead, he’d listened as she’d recounted
how Lucky taught her to repair vehicles. Her love for the man and Belle
transformed and relaxed her, allowing Toni to smile freely, laugh recklessly,
turning her into one of the most interesting and surely most desirable women
Zach had ever known.
And he didn’t know her at all.
Sighing deeply, he pushed up on his elbow and looked at the
clock.
Shit. Five more minutes and his day would begin. A day
filled with Toni easing his emptiness over losing Meg, crowding out his
memories of her.
Unsettled, Zach rolled off the bed and yanked on his jeans.
T-shirt in hand, he left his bedroom to go downstairs and start the coffee.
He got as far as the hall bath.
His steps paused and his heart lurched as the door clicked,
then swung inward unexpectedly. Plumes of steam drifted out.
Unaware of him, Toni looked behind herself at something in
the bath. Her skin, more pink now than ivory, glowed from her shower and
smelled of soap rather than lavender cologne. Her stretchy blue camisole and
plaid boxer shorts clung to her damp flesh.
Zach’s heart beat violently. His limbs went limp. The tee
slipped from his hand.
He told himself to pick it up and keep moving before she saw
him, to go downstairs.
His legs refused to move.
A bead of moisture freed itself from her freshly washed
hair, rolling down her temple to her cheek. Her camisole’s thin satin
Arm draped over his forehead, fist clenched, Zach regarded
the fading shadows on the master bedroom’s ceiling, then chanced a look at the
clock.
A muttered oath escaped his lips. Only ten minutes to go
before the alarm went off and he’d barely slept.
Each time he’d managed to drift off, he’d awakened in a
start from dreams he couldn’t recall. Tension knotted the muscles in his neck
and shoulders. He couldn’t relax his arms or legs. An hour ago, he’d finally
given in and stroked his rigid cock, masturbating like an out-of-control teen,
releasing his cum on the sheet rather than in a warm, soft female body.
Toni’s.
Uh-uh. No fucking way. Even if she did stir him as few
females had, she was a complication he just didn’t need.
Rolling over, Zach punched his pillow and buried his head in
it. Instantly, his knee and leg hurt. He adjusted his weight and squeezed his
lids tight.
Images of Toni arrived without pause, snatching his breath,
overwhelming his resistance. He saw the ends of her hair swinging against her
smooth cheeks, her plump lower lip shiny from the steak’s juices, her eyes
searching his, her expression guileless, wanting, receptive.
He could have taken her on the picnic table and he knew she
wouldn’t have protested. Hell, she probably would have encouraged it and more…a
lot more. Anything he wanted, no matter how crazy or lewd.
Like tying her wrists to the bed and playing pirate or
whatever the hell women fantasized about. Having her willingly submit to his
dominance and beg for still more. Playing those games in fun and for mutual
pleasure.
Unlike Meg, Toni hadn’t been sheltered. She seemed to expect
such behavior from a man, practically encouraging it from him. And yet, despite
her gutsy personality and the brave front she kept putting on, she had a world
weariness about her, a forlornness that kept pulling him near. Telling him he
could ease whatever hurt she’d once known. They could comfort each other.
Until she left, and she would. She had Lucky and Belle to
support.
Who in the fuck were they? Where in the hell had she met the
couple? What did it mean that she’d adopted them, rather than they’d done so
with her?
At dinner last night, after she’d kept dodging his questions
about her past, Zach had finally surrendered, asking her about Lucky and
Belle’s. Toni’s answer was to tell him about their shop, how excited they were
to have it up and running. It had always been their dream.
While they’d done what exactly? What were their previous
jobs?
He hadn’t asked. Instead, he’d listened as she’d recounted
how Lucky taught her to repair vehicles. Her love for the man and Belle
transformed and relaxed her, allowing Toni to smile freely, laugh recklessly,
turning her into one of the most interesting and surely most desirable women
Zach had ever known.
And he didn’t know her at all.
Sighing deeply, he pushed up on his elbow and looked at the
clock.
Shit. Five more minutes and his day would begin. A day
filled with Toni easing his emptiness over losing Meg, crowding out his
memories of her.
Unsettled, Zach rolled off the bed and yanked on his jeans.
T-shirt in hand, he left his bedroom to go downstairs and start the coffee.
He got as far as the hall bath.
His steps paused and his heart lurched as the door clicked,
then swung inward unexpectedly. Plumes of steam drifted out.
Unaware of him, Toni looked behind herself at something in
the bath. Her skin, more pink now than ivory, glowed from her shower and
smelled of soap rather than lavender cologne. Her stretchy blue camisole and
plaid boxer shorts clung to her damp flesh.
Zach’s heart beat violently. His limbs went limp. The tee
slipped from his hand.
He told himself to pick it up and keep moving before she saw
him, to go downstairs.
His legs refused to move.
A bead of moisture freed itself from her freshly washed
hair, rolling down her temple to her cheek. Her camisole’s thin satin
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