He cupped her chin in his hand and looked down at her with utter sincerity. “Are you ready?”
“God yes,” she chuckled, her body feeling hot and ready. Then he surprised her by getting to his feet.
“Not here.” He held his hand out to her and as she sat up, he pulled her to her feet and against his chest.
She felt herself floating as he took her mouth in a hard demanding kiss. Then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his room. He set her down by the bed then pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it aside. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
She repeated his action and pulling her shirt over her head, tossed it with his. Actions spoke louder than words. She shimmied out of the work-out shorts cursing under her breath that they clung to her so tightly. She kicked out of her shoes, peeled off her socks, then walked up to him and lifting to her toes, took his mouth in hers.
His hands were warm as they came to rest on her hips. The only clothing she wore was a simple black bra and panties. He backed her toward the bed and when it hit her calves she sat on the edge, bringing him down with her as she laid back. He was hard and ready beneath his trousers and pressed right into her core.
His fingers skimmed along her body as they had on her face. It tickled and aroused all at the same time. When they trailed over first one breast then the other, she began to quiver. She began to move beneath him, her body aching for more. Then his fingers slipped beneath the cotton bra to graze over the swell.
She moaned, arched and pulled him closer.
He touched her so gently it was no more than a whisper. But it did so much to arouse. She’d never felt anything like it before. When his hands slid to her back, she arched a little more to allow him access to the clasps on her bra. He released them then slowly slid the bra away.
Her breath caught when he paused, his eyes gazing at the long red line between her breasts where the knife had cut her flesh. Would he stop now? Did it repulse him?
Then his eyes met hers. What he did next took her breath away. Leaning down, he placed his lips to the tip of the scar and kissed it. His eyes met hers again, then he kissed her. His lips teasing hers, he skimmed his fingers over her very taut nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned. He twirled his finger over the top of first one then the other. With each move her body heated up even more to the point where she just couldn’t take it any longer.
“Touch me, Zach. Now.”
Saying nothing, he kissed his way down her face, over her neck before coming to a rest on one breast. His mouth closed around the tip and when his tongue brushed over it she swallowed the gasp. Then his fingers skimmed down her belly to the tip of the waistband of her panties. Shifting off her, he began a slow dance of removing them. She felt like he was torturing her. She lifted her leg as he slid the garment over her thigh and down her leg. When she felt it on her foot, she kicked it aside.
Then his hand touched her heat and sent her into a world of desire.
“Just say the word.”
“Touch me.”
Like he had done to her face and nipple, he only grazed her with his finger tips. Up and down, side to side, circling the spot that ached for release. She moved her hips in anticipation, while his hands teased and his mouth suckled. She felt it building deep within her, that slow cruise to fulfillment. Parting her legs, she begged for more.
Releasing her breast, he took her mouth as his fingers sought the well of her desires. The instant he was inside the orgasm stabbed into her. Clasping onto his arms, she bucked beneath his hand as he drove her up and over.
As she began to come down, he released her mouth, pulled his fingers out and looked into her eyes. “More?”
“Dear God yes,” she laughed.
He stood up and slowly removed the belt from his pants. She watched in eager anticipation as he let them fall to his feet, stepping out of them. He wore silk black boxers which were incredibly sexy. Bracing on her elbows, she waited while he drew the black silk down past his waist, over and down. He was beautiful, so full and ready.
She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her.
Reaching into the bedside table, he pulled out a condom and slid it over the length. Then meeting her eyes, joined her on the bed. He pressed against her, and she parted for him. He held there for what seemed like forever, just looking into her eyes. Then he took her mouth as he slowly slipped inside.
She felt herself giving in to him as he pressed himself deeper. Then he took one leg in his hand, holding it by her thigh as he began to move.
Their mouths devoured, their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, and all the while his fingers softly grazed her face. She’d never felt anything so moving before in her life.
He gave her everything that night as he took her over and beyond.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Can you change into anything?” Deborah asked as she lay lazily and very content in his arms. She felt glorious and was very happy not to have to move from her spot. There had been no hesitation when he’d touched her, as she’d feared. When he touched her, she only thought of him.
His fingers toyed with hers as he spoke. “Pretty much anything.”
“Could you change into a chair or something like that?”
He angled his head at her. “Now why would I want to do that?”
“I don’t know. I was just curious. Do you ever use it for your own gain?” His hesitation said it all. “You don’t have to explain, I was only asking. Can everyone in your family change?”
“It’s a family trait. I’m part of a long race of shape shifters. Does it bother you?”
She liked the way he played with her fingers. “Not at all. I find it fascinating.” She listened to him breathing, watched him play with her fingers before she spoke again. “I never once thought of him while you were touching me. And that just sounds bad.”
He sat up a little, bringing her with him. “Not at all, it’s very natural. Did you think you would?”
Now he was playing with her hair. She loved how he made contact with her in such a gentle way. “I was afraid I would.”
“So this was an experiment?”
She looked up at him, saw the teasing grin on his face. “Do you mind me using you?”
“Not at all. I’m here at your disposal anytime you need me.”
Laughing, she nuzzled into his chest. She toyed with the fine downy blond hair that covered his skin. “I hate that I couldn’t stop what happened to me. I hate that I just laid there and let him touch me and I hate that I didn’t try to scream. I don’t know why I couldn’t, but it just wouldn’t come out.”
“Some people freeze up when faced with danger. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
She begged to differ. “Thank you for helping me find not only my voice, but my courage.”
He sat up taking her with him. Cupping her chin in his hand, he responded so softly it took her breath away. “The only thanks I need is seeing you stand tall.” He released her face to tuck her hair behind her ear. “It kills me to think of what you endured, of him putting his hands on you. I won’t lie to you by saying I haven’t thought about hunting him down and ripping his throat out, but I won’t do it and do you know why?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and responded, “Why?”
“Because I don’t want that to come between us.”
She drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes and leaned against his forehead. “Am I a bad person if I said I wished he was dead?”
He lifted her chin again. “No, it only makes you human.” He pulled her down with him as he lay back down.
She lay in his arms, his hands stroking her face into sleep and as she drifted off, she was smiling.
***
Not only was Ginny’s car in the driveway but Mitch’ as well. As De
borah entered through the front door, she heard the giggles from her friend and felt her excitement build. Setting her purse on the couch, she made her way to the kitchen to find Ginny and Mitch in a tight embrace. Ginny was in her white silk robe, bare feet and her hair looked as if she’d just rolled out of bed. Seeing Mitch in only his jeans told her they both had just rolled out of bed.
Deborah decided it was best if she just turned back around and left the two love-birds alone.
“He proposed!” Ginny announced as she whirled around, throwing her left hand out at Deborah. “And I said yes.”
“Oh, Ginny. I am so happy for you. For you both.”
“Me too.” With tears in her eyes, Ginny ran to her friend, wrapping her arms around her neck and giving Deborah a good hard hug. “I was so nervous throughout the dinner and I half expected him to do it then but he didn’t. I don’t even know what the movie was about. I just couldn’t concentrate. We got back to his place and there were rose petals on the bed, soft music playing, and on the center of the bed was a small, black box. He got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife.” She turned to Mitch, her face beaming. “Isn’t he just the best?”
“Yes he is. Congratulations to the both of you. Now, I’ll just leave the two of you to continue your celebration.”
“I have to go to work,” Mitch explained as he headed to the stairs, stopping first to grab Ginny and sweep her off her feet with a kiss.
They made a cute couple.
“Can you believe it?” Ginny boasted after Mitch headed off to shower. “I’m engaged.”
Taking Ginny’s hand in hers, Deborah examined the single solitaire diamond on the gold band. It was absolutely lovely. “Yes you are. And he has very good taste. In rings and in women.” She met her friend’s tear-filled eyes and smiled. “I really am happy for you.”
“Me too. Now, what the hell are you doing coming home at two in the afternoon?”
“How do you know I wasn’t here before?”
“Your bed is still made. Did you sleep in your car again, Deborah? Please tell me you didn’t.”
With a frown, Deborah sauntered past her friend as she headed to the kitchen. “I didn’t sleep in my car.”
“Then where...oh, you must have bunked at Zach’s. I told you I was staying at Mitch’s…but of course you couldn’t come here alone. I should have thought of that. I’m sorry, Deb.”
Pouring a cup of coffee, Deborah smiled to herself. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not.” She took her cup to the table and saw how Ginny was looking at her. “What?”
“Why did you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like, ‘I’m not’,” Ginny said in a slow seductive tone.
“I did not say it like that,” Deborah giggled knowing full well it gave her away.
Pulling up a chair, Ginny sat. “Close enough. Wait—Oh my god. You slept with Zach.”
Lifting her cup, Deborah grinned like a school girl with a crush as she sipped, saying nothing.
“Oh my God, you did! How was it? Forget it. I know how it was. With Zach it has to be perfect.”
She furrowed her brow at Ginny. “How do you know what it’s like with Zach?” Had Ginny slept with him?
“I don’t, but I can guess. The guy’s so smooth I just bet he’s the same way in bed. Is he?” Ginny pleaded, grabbing hold of Deborah’s hand.
She pulled her hand away, laughing. “I am not going to discuss my sex-life with you.”
“Yes you are. You always have so come on, spill. Was it great?”
She felt herself glowing. “It was better than great. It was phenomenal.”
“I knew it!” Ginny shouted. “So tell me. How did it happen? Did he sweep you off your feet?”
“Well, yes but not before I kicked him and sent him flying to the floor.”
Ginny’s mouth dropped open. “For real?”
“For real, but unintentionally. It was part of my self defense training. And that’s all I’m giving you.” Coffee cup in hand, Deborah sauntered out the door to enjoy the warm summer afternoon.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Deborah spent the next week not only learning more self defense maneuvers but learning she could have multiple orgasms. Oh how glorious that was. She was pretty sure she could never go back to only one. She was spoiled now for sure. Zach was a gifted man in bed not only with his hands and body but his mouth as well. He’d done things to her she’d never heard of much less imagined. And she couldn’t wait for him to do it to her again.
He woke her at three in the afternoon with that gifted mouth and took her over the edge and beyond. While she lay in his bed, breathless, she couldn’t help but wonder how soon he would be ready for more.
“Have you talked with Simone recently?”
He fluffed his pillow then perched it up against the headboard as he sat. “Yesterday. She sounded so much better, so upbeat.”
“I’m glad. She called me the other day to say thank you. I told her there was no need to thank me. She was the one doing all the hard work.”
He took her hands in his, played with her fingers. “I think this time she really will get better. Do you like Italian?”
Rolling onto her side, she looked up at him. His long blond hair was messed up around his face and only managed to make him look even more gorgeous. “I’ve never had an Italian but I hear they make great lovers.”
His response was to put her fingers in his mouth and gently bite down on them.
“Ouch. Oh, you meant as in food. Yes, I like Italian food.” She sat up, straddling him. “Planning on ordering some in?”
“No, I thought we would go out to dine for a change.”
She kissed him as she positioned herself over him. As she drew him into her, she heard him moan. “That sounds nice.”
“Then again, dining in sounds promising as well.” With his hands on her hips, he took one breast into his mouth to toy with the nipple.
“It does, doesn’t it? Still…oh…” There was that gifted mouth, stirring her up. “Getting out is nice too. Do you have any idea how crazy your mouth makes me?”
“I have some idea,” he murmured then drew her nipple in and suckled it. He paused when his cell phone rang with an ominous tune similar to the death march.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” she asked, rocking over him.
“Do I look like a stupid man to you?”
She squealed when he flipped her onto her back. “Not at all.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to rock inside of her. “I love how your hair falls forward when you’re on top of me.” She swept it up in her fingers, letting the golden locks slide along as she pulled her hands away.
The bedroom door flew open. “Zach? You still in bed lazy a—oh, wow, shit. Sorry.”
Quick as a flash Zach pulled the sheet over them both and cursing under his breath, pulled out.
Her heart was pounding from excitement and fright. “Who was that?” she asked, pulling the sheet tight to her breast.
“My soon-to-be-dead little brother.” Throwing his pants on, Zach muttered, “Wait here. I won’t be long.”
***
He shoved from his room and was sure there had to be smoke coming out of his ears. When he saw Eli snooping through his fridge, it only made him angrier. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey, I called first but when you didn’t answer I figured you were still in bed. I slipped in under the door as an ant. You have crap in the fridge to eat, bro.”
Zach slammed the door shut, startling Eli. “Did it occur to you that I might have a guest?”
Eli shrugged. “Not really, but while we’re on the subject, who’s the hottie with the killer legs?”
Grabbing Eli by the shirt front, Zach promptly escorted
him to the door.
“Hi.”
Both men turned to see Deborah standing in the hall, wearing Zach’s robe.
“Well hello there, pretty lady,” Eli drawled seductively.
“Not even in your wildest dreams, little man. He was just leaving,” Zach explained as he escorted his nosey brother to the door.
“You must be Eli. Zach’s told me about you. I’m Deborah.” She came forward, hand extended.
“Pleasure to meet you, Deborah.” Taking her hand in his, he brought it to his lips.
“Cut that out.” Zach jerked his brother to the side.
“I see the charm runs freely in the Adams family. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. I’ll just be in the shower.”
“Wow, Zach, she is a cutie,” Eli sighed as Deborah left for her shower. “So not like your usual though. I wouldn’t mind joining her in the shower. Ouch!” He rubbed the back of his head where Zach had just smacked him.
“She’s mine so keep your thoughts to yourself. Why are you here, Eli?”
Straightening his hair, Eli responded with a snarl. “I want to come live with you.” The snort of laughter Zach gave didn’t do much to change Eli’s attitude. “Come on. Mom and Dad are so old. They just don’t get me. You gotta let me stay here.”
“I don’t gotta let you do anything, especially not staying here and yes, our parents are old but that does happen when you live a long time. Get over it.”
“Come on, bro. They’re killing me. I have no social life and they took my computer away because they said it’s corrupting me. I have to be home right after school and I can’t go out on the weekends. I’m about ready to explode. You gotta help me out.”
Zach had a feeling his parents might go to the extreme with Eli. “We have got to work on your grammar. I’ll have a talk with Mom and Dad—”
“But—”
“And I’ll get them to lighten up on you but you have to prove to them you deserve it. You stick to curfew and help out more around the house.”
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