He lowered me onto the mattress of his king-sized bed and crashed down on top of me. His lips captured my mouth in another passionate kiss, and we were both panting for breath when he lifted his head to press kisses along my jawline. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb caressing the pebbled nipple through my dress. My back arched, pressing it deeper into his palm. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His gaze scanned me from head to toe. “Even more beautiful now that I’ve finally got you where you belong.”
“Finally? We just met two days ago.” My voice hitched at the end when he slid his hand under the neckline of my dress.
“That might be true,” he conceded as he tugged the sheer material down to get better access to my cleavage. “But I’ve been looking for you my whole damn life, Amelia.”
“You do realize that saying stuff like that makes you even more dangerous.” Not just to my body. To my heart, too. I was starting to believe he really meant that he wanted more than just a weekend fling while I was in town.
“What about when I do something like this?” he asked, moving down my body to slide the hem of my dress up my thighs. When he got the material up to my hips, he commanded, “It’s time for you to drop those pretty panties for me.”
When he’d fixed my clothing back in his office and talked about the next time he got me like this, I hadn’t really thought it would ever happen. I’d never been happier to be proven wrong about something than I was at this moment with Zack’s body hovering over mine. “Give me a little room,” I requested as I lifted my hips off the mattress.
Zack levered off my body, and I tugged my panties down until I could kick them off.
“Thanks, beautiful.” He nudged my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. “Perfect for me to get another taste of you.”
Using two fingers to open my lips wide, he licked up the center. My hips jerked up at the touch of his tongue, and his hands gripped my upper thighs to hold me down as he groaned. “I’m already addicted. I’ll need to get my fix every day from now on.”
If he gave me more mind-blowing orgasms like the one in his office earlier, I’d be more than willing to splay myself out and let him feast whenever he wanted. In a lucky coincidence, I was pretty sure I was already addicted to the pleasure his mouth could give me. Pressing my head back against the pillows, I focused on the feel of his tongue circling my clit. When he worked a finger inside me, my pussy clenched around it.
“I’m so close already,” I admitted as my body went taut.
His only response was to suck on my clit harder before he bit down gently. The little pinch of pain sent me flying over the edge. My hips jerked up again, and he replaced his finger with his tongue. I rode his face until the last of my orgasm passed, and then he rose to his knees.
My head was reeling from my climax, and I had a difficult time focusing on Zack as he slid his zipper down to free his cock. His dark eyes burned into mine as he demanded, “Tell me you want me inside you as much as I need to be there.”
“Yes,” I gasped as my legs wrapped around his hips, lining us up perfectly. His hard length pressed against my core, and my head finally cleared enough for me to remember I needed to tell Zack something important. Wrapping my hands around his biceps, I whispered, “You should probably—”
Before I finished my confession, he drove inside in one powerful thrust. I let out a little yelp, and he dropped his forehead against mine. “Fuck,” he groaned, his dark eyes burning into mine. “I’m so sorry, beautiful. If I’d known you’d saved your cherry for me, I would’ve been gentler this time around.”
“It’s okay. I don’t know that there’s a good way to do this, no matter what,” I reassured him, remembering the horror stories I’d heard from friends about how awful losing their virginity had been.
“Give yourself a little bit to get accustomed to me, and I’ll prove you wrong,” he promised before capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.
By the time he lifted his head again, the pain was a faint memory. I wiggled my hips and felt a tingle of pleasure race up my spine. “You might be right about that.”
“Of course, I am. How could I not be when you’re so fucking perfect?” He slowly withdrew. “Tight.” Then he plunged back inside. “Wet.” He stared down at me as he pulled back again. “And all mine.”
His control seemed to snap on the last word, and he kept repeating it as his rhythm sped up, pushing me closer to the edge. “Come for me,” he growled. “Now.”
I flew apart, crying out his name as my body convulsed around him. My pussy clamped down around his hard length while I saw stars burst behind my eyelids. His body shuddered, and he groaned, “Your pussy feels too damn good strangling my cock. I didn’t have a chance in hell of lasting any longer.”
He rolled onto his back, and I cuddled into his chest. “You won’t hear me complaining, not when you gave me two orgasms of my own.”
“Rest up, beautiful. The night’s not over yet.”
* * *
I mentally cursed my internal alarm clock when my eyes popped open at eight o’clock the next morning. Zack has woken me up twice throughout the night, so I hadn’t gotten much sleep, but once I was up, there was no going back to bed for me. Since he was still knocked out—and who could blame him when he’d done all the work each time we’d had sex—I slowly slid out from under his arm and rolled off the mattress. After tiptoeing into the bathroom and freshening up a bit, I stole a T-shirt and boxers from the top drawers in his massive walk-in closet. Then I headed to the kitchen to explore his top-of-the-line appliances.
I had my head buried in the Viking double oven when a feminine voice startled me.
“Are you going to be my new stepmom?”
My head banged against the top of the oven at her question. “Ouch,” I grumbled as I stood and turned to find the girl from the picture on Zack’s desk—his daughter—standing near the refrigerator.
“Sorry about that.” Her lips curved up in a grin, and her dark eyes—so very much like her father’s—gleamed with humor. “I didn’t stop to think about how I might’ve startled you.”
“It’s okay,” I reassured her with a smile, my hand dropping back to my side. “I think it was what you said more than anything else.”
Her gaze dropped down to The Artemis logo on the shirt I’d borrowed, making me acutely aware that it had to be obvious I’d come from her dad’s bed since I was wearing his clothes. “In my defense, my dad has never brought anyone home with him before. So, it’s not as though my leap to that conclusion was super huge.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that.” It wasn’t as though I could give a big whoop of joy over her confirmation that I really was special to her dad without scaring the poor girl, no matter how much I might want to.
“How about we introduce ourselves?” she suggested. “I’m Delia, Zack’s daughter.”
“And I’m Amelia,” I replied.
“Amelia and Delia. I like it!” Her grin grew wider. “But we might need to get creative with other names.”
“Other names?” I echoed softly, shaking my head in confusion.
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted a little sister,” she admitted with a sly grin. “Maybe you could get to work on that for me?”
“A sister? Um, no. I just met your dad a couple of days ago. It’s way too soon to be talking about stuff like marriage and babies.” Although, maybe it wasn’t since we hadn’t used a single condom last night...
“You’d think so, except it happens all the time around here.”
My head jerked back in shock. “I thought your dad had never been married before?”
“Oh, not him.” Delia pointed at a framed picture on the fireplace mantel in the living room. “My uncle proposed to my aunt the same weekend they met and didn’t waste any time giving me cousins.”
“I guess love at first sight does happen sometimes,” I conceded. “But it doesn’t mean that’s what’s going to happen with your dad and me since it’s not the
usual for couples.”
“Around here it is. You’ve got my aunt and uncle.” Delia lifted up her hand and started ticking off her fingers. “And then there’s a bunch of my dad’s friends who’ve gotten married super-fast, too. Drew and Autumn, Griffith and Belle, Maddox and Ariel, Will and Aurora, Knox and Addilyn, Julian and Anna. The list is long, and there are plenty of babies to go around...except none of them are my little sisters”—she grinned mischievously and winked—“yet.”
I would’ve asked about all the fairy-tale princess names, except I was too busy trying to wrap my brain around all the examples of love at first sight she was able to rattle off from the top of her head. I was starting to think Delia really did want me to marry her dad and give her siblings...and it might be crazy, but I was hoping her dad was on board with the plan, too.
10
Zack
I opened my eyes and frowned when I saw that I was alone in bed. My whole body froze in fear when I thought about the possibility that Amelia had run out on me. Then I saw her clothes still scattered on the floor and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Amelia?” I called, wondering if she might be in the en suite bathroom. “Beautiful?” There was no answer, so I hopped out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from my closet. After yanking them on, I went in search of Amelia. When I opened the bedroom door, the smell of coffee hit me, and my stomach growled. A smile lifted the corners of my mouth, and I followed the delicious scent that would lead me to my woman.
My steps slowed outside the kitchen when I heard two female voices. I assumed Delia was home, and I felt nervous all of a sudden. I wasn’t worried about them getting along; they were both sweet and loving. My concern stemmed from the fear that meeting Delia so soon would spook Amelia even though she’d said that my having a teenage daughter didn’t bother her.
Soft laughter floated out of the kitchen, and the smile that had disappeared stretched wide across my face again. There was no sound more beautiful than the laughter of my daughter and soon-to-be wife. Well...almost nothing. Amelia’s cries of passion when she climaxed were my favorite too.
With a spring in my step, I entered the kitchen and almost ran right into Delia. She gave me a quick hug and whispered, “Good job, Dad. I really like her.” Warmth flooded my body, a sweet feeling of pure love and happiness. The same one I always got when my daughter was happy. I squeezed her back briefly before letting her go. She began moving again but patted my shoulder as she walked past. “Now get to work on that baby sister I’ve always wanted,” she instructed in her normal volume. Then she was gone, and I was left with a wide-eyed, obviously shocked beauty and laughter bubbling up my throat.
I scanned her from head to toe, and something primitive inside me roared with possession and satisfaction at the sight of my woman in my clothes. With a devilish grin, I closed the distance between us in a few strides and wrapped my arms around Amelia. “You heard the boss, beautiful,” I stated matter-of-factly. “We need to get to work on knocking you up.” I kissed the tip of her nose before running my lips along her jawline, making her shiver. “I think we are off to a pretty good start after last night,” I whispered before nibbling the lobe of her ear. My cock was already rock hard, but it throbbed with barely restrained hunger. Who would have guessed that an earlobe could be so fucking sexy? Not that it really surprised me too much. There wasn’t an inch of Amelia’s body that didn’t fill me with desire.
Amelia had melted into me, and a little moan escaped her lips, but after another moment, she stiffened. I raised my head to meet her gaze and almost got lost in her gorgeous brown eyes. Her brows were furrowed, and her mouth pinched as she stared at me with uncertainty.
“How can you be talking about kids already? We just met!” she exclaimed. I didn’t have the chance to answer before she continued, “This is crazy. I’m going home tomorrow.”
My expression darkened, and my hold on her tightened. “You are home,” I growled. Amelia’s eyes squinted at me in confusion, and she opened her mouth, but I silenced her with a deep kiss. When I finally let her up for air, I narrowed my eyes, warning her not to argue with me. She clamped her mouth shut but gave me a cute little glare. “As I said before, beautiful. From the moment your lips touched mine, I knew you were it for me, and I don’t want to waste time pretending otherwise. Who gives a fuck what the rest of the world thinks? What matters is what we feel. Only you and me. And no matter how hard you try to fight it, I know you feel what’s between us.”
“What do you mean I am home?” she squeaked. I almost rolled my eyes. Had she missed everything else I’d said by fixating on that one thing in the beginning?
“Just what I said, Amelia. This is your home now. Our home.”
“But I live in a whole other state,” she argued weakly.
I shrugged. “You can work from anywhere, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“I’ll arrange to have your things packed up tomorrow, and everything should be here the day after that.”
Amelia stared at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she sighed and laid her head on my chest. “I’m not denying I feel the pull between us. You are more than I ever dreamed a man could be. It’s not that I don’t want to pursue a relationship, but I don’t understand how you can be so sure.”
I curled my index finger under her chin and nudged her head up. She dropped it back so she could look up at me. “Because I love you, beautiful. You’re the other half of my soul, and from the moment we met, I felt complete.”
Her lips parted and her eyes widened, but what I saw in their depths was hope. “Do you really believe in love at first sight?” she asked tentatively.
I nodded firmly. “I’ll admit, I didn’t really believe it until it happened to me, but I’ve seen it over and over.” Her whole face softened, and I stifled the urge to kiss her and take her back to bed. I needed one thing first. “Stop thinking so hard, Amelia. What does your heart tell you?”
She studied my face for a couple of very long seconds, then a smile lit up her face. “I love you too, Zack.”
I cupped her cheeks in my palms and brushed a kiss over her lips. “You have no idea what those words do to me, beautiful.”
She was already pressed tightly against me and could no doubt feel my desire. Still, I rocked my hips a little so the long, thick bulge in my pants pushed into her stomach.
“Show me,” she moaned. I covered her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in to taste her sweetness. I groaned, and my hands slid down her body to cup her ass and lift her. Her legs automatically circled my waist, and I moved to the nearest wall and pressed her back against it. I slipped one hand under her shirt and brought it to rest on the underswell of her breast.
“Dad!” Delia’s voice suddenly shattered the moment, and I groaned at the interruption, burying my head in Amelia’s neck.
She giggled, and I growled, “This shit is not funny, Amelia. I’m dying here ” My words only made her giggle harder, and I grunted in frustration as I lifted my head and slowly lowered Amelia to her feet. Then I took a few deep breaths to will my dick to calm down before calling, “In the kitchen, sweetie.”
Delia snorted, the sound coming from the hallway just outside the entrance to the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m not coming in there. I know exactly what’s going on in that kitchen. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to Kim’s to study for our finals. So...carry on.”
Amelia blushed bright red and dropped her forehead to my chest. She didn’t make a sound, but her shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. When we heard the front door slam shut, she stopped trying to hold it in and collapsed against me in a fit of giggles.
I would have joined her if I hadn’t been aching with the need to be inside her. In a flash, I had her shirt whipped over her head and lifted her with her legs wrapped around me and her back supported against the wall. Her laughter melted into a ragged moan when I sucked a hard, pink nipple into my mouth. I rocked into her, pressing my sh
aft into the heat of her center.
After switching tits, I licked and nibbled while I reached for the waistband of my sweats and freed my painfully swollen cock. I let her nipple go with a little pop and returned to drink from her mouth as I used the same hand to yank the boxers she was wearing to the side. I pushed a finger into her slick pussy, testing to see if she was ready for me. Amelia was small, but she’d taken me fully inside her every time we’d made love.
But this time, I was feeling desperate and out of control. I wanted to fuck her hard, and my last vestiges of sense warmed me to make sure she could handle it. “Damn, you’re tight as fuck,” I groaned. But she was so slick that my digit easily slid into her channel. I pumped it a few times and used my thumb to rub her clit. She cried out my name, and it pushed me over the edge of sanity. “Are you ready for more, beautiful?”
“Please,” she begged softly.
I withdrew my finger and grabbed my cock, lining it up with her sex. Then I drove in deep, seating myself fully with one thrust. “Fuck!” I shouted as I slapped a hand onto the wall near her head. “I can’t hold back, beautiful,” I warned her with a ragged breath.
“Don’t, Zack. I need you,” she whimpered.
“Kiss me, baby,” I growled. Our lips met, and our souls merged as I lost all control. My hips pumped fast and hard. I would have been concerned about being too rough if she hadn’t thrown back her head and cried out, asking for more.
I drove her up and over the edge, gritting my teeth and using all of my strength to follow right after her. Before she even had a chance to come down from that high, I was pushing her toward another. “You’re going to marry me, right?” I suddenly blurted out.
“Yes!” Amelia shouted as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me soundly. Shudders started wracking her body, and after a minute, she tore her mouth from mine and screamed yes for a whole different reason.
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