“And I—like you. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Now, come here, girl. And straddle me like you did before.”
Her heart jumped at his words. Tim had never called her beautiful. Or waited for her with a boner the size of Texas.
“You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy,” she breathed, taking in the sight of his long, lean body, hard muscles, and mouthwatering cock. Cunt-watering was more like it, she realized, as she grew slick with desire for him. With that, she swung her leg over his and settled onto his thighs. She trembled.
He took his hat off, sailing it onto one of the nearby chairs; she could see his face clearly now. His eyes appeared large and dark in the dim candlelight. “You smell nice,” he said, reaching up to pinch her nipples between fingers and thumbs. “How do you taste?”
Her answer fled her brain. She could only moan as her breasts grew heavy and ached. She pressed into his touch. She wanted more.
“You like that, huh?” he murmured, rhythmically tweaking the sensitive peaks.
“Mm-hmm,” was all she could manage to breathe.
“How much?”
“Very much,” she answered with an effort. Between her nether lips her clit swelled, throbbing, and the moisture trickled out of her body. She needed to feel him inside her. Alex moved so that his cock pressed against her aching flesh; she circled her hips against him.
He hissed a breath and reached out to stop her motion. “You asking for something, Scarlett?”
She nodded. “Please.”
Zach was almost afraid to move—or breathe—for fear this was all just a dream. He’d thought he’d never get the chance to tell her he loved her once Tim got into the picture. And earlier today had been just play. But now, they were going to make love in the most intimate way possible. And he would tell her.
After that? He wasn’t sure. He hoped it meant that they’d be together, always. She’d buy the little yellow farmhouse in a meadow in the White Mountains, and he’d join her there. They’d fill the meadow with rescued horses and eventually fill the house with babies who looked just like her. Lots and lots of them. And they’d each have a pony of their own. And everyone would live happily ever after. The End.
Hell, they should co-write a romance. He was a damn romantic guy. Zach grinned up at Alex. “You make me…” Whole. Complete. Happy.
“Horny as hell?” She bit her lip.
“That, too.” He flipped her onto her back and pressed the tip of his erection between the excruciatingly wet heat of her lips. She closed her eyes and sighed, spreading her thighs wide in invitation.
He wanted to ram himself as deeply into her as he could. But more than that, he wanted her to enjoy their joining. Go easy, he told himself—she’s little and you’re not. Zach poised himself at her opening and began the inch-by-inch drive into her tight pussy. This was the woman he had loved forever, and nothing was more important than bringing her pleasure.
“Open your eyes, Al,” he murmured, and when she did, he held her gaze with his own. Her amber eyes were almost black; her pupils had dilated so wide, there was almost no gold left.
“Don’t you mean ‘Scarlett’?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Later. This time, it’s just us.” He clenched his teeth and fought for control, especially when she tilted her hips upward, pushing against him. With an effort that made sweat break out on his forehead, he still moved slowly. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper with her heels.
“Zach,” she breathed, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
“Not so fast, Scarlett.” He reached between them to stroke at her clit with the ball of his thumb, hoping he got the sensitive place she’d shown him. After a moment, her pussy clenched around him and Alex rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, arched her back, thumped her hands onto his back. Oh, God. I’ve hurt her.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and stilled, giving her body time to adjust. All the women he’d ever had sex with had needed adjustment time—
“You can move a little faster, you know. You’re killing me.” Alex jerked her hips.
He lifted his head to search her eyes. “You’re…you’re okay?”
She nodded and gave him a dreamy smile. “I’ve never been better.” She wiggled again and tugged at the hair at his neck.
He dropped his mouth to hers and began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first. Instead of crying out in discomfort, she shouted with enjoyment, even grabbing his ass and pressing him deeper into her, moving her hips to match his rhythm. They soared into the most intense, mind-numbing orgasm he’d ever experienced, and Zach knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Alex had been created especially for him.
Finally, the room stopped spinning. He sank down beside her, his face pressed into her neck. He could still feel the thumping of her heart against the underside of his arm, and the panting breaths that eventually slowed. He lifted his head and brushed his lips over hers. This was it. He took a deep breath. He’d never said this to any woman before. Even if he knew it was true, saying it wasn’t something he took lightly. His heart began pounding anew, but instead of passion, it beat with joy, or nerves, or maybe a mixture of both. He wasn’t sure. The only thing he knew was that his mind was made up. Zach put his hands on her cheeks, made sure they were eye-to-eye, and that she could read his heart’s emotions in his gaze. “Alexandrea Taylor…I love you.”
Chapter Ten
Alex’s heart skipped a beat. “Nice touch. I bet you say that to all the girls you screw.”
Zach frowned. “No. I never said it to anyone, before.”
Impossible. “Come on, Zach. Men say ‘I love you’ just to make brownie points. It never means anything.” She wrapped one of the curls at the curve of his neck around her finger. “Like Tim. He told me he loved me, and I bet he told his assistant the same thing, just so he could get laid. It’s a guy thing.”
“Alex,” Zach growled. “I. Love. You.”
He sounded like he meant it. He was good. “Yeah. I love you too, Zach. Let’s just drop it, okay?” It hurt too much, playing the game this way. Realizing the man you thought you were going to marry didn’t love you at all was bad enough. Hearing it from your best friend—the one who’d just given you the best orgasm of your life—was intolerable. She couldn’t bear the thought of looking up at him and reading the truth in his eyes; love was a farce created by…romance writers. Like me, she thought.
But Zach wouldn’t let her hide her face from him. He slid his fingers under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.
His eyes were soft. “Please. Believe me. I’m in love with you, Alex.” Zach smiled. “I’ve been wanting to say that to you forever. But Tim got in the way.”
Her heart sped up into an erratic, bumpy beat that made her feel light-headed. “Really?”
“Really.” He swiped the tip of his tongue over her lips. “And the way you taste. I could kiss you for hours.”
It was too good to be true. Could it be? “We’ve got hours,” she told him, turning to claim his mouth with her own. He was the perfect kisser. Not too wet, not too dry. Just right.
But he broke the kiss. “I’ll be right back.” He slipped off the bed and left for the bathroom, grabbing a few of the glowing candles for light as he walked.
How could he go from kissing for hours to going to the bathroom?
Simple. He didn’t mean it. She sighed and settled back on the pillows. Typical man.
Zach reappeared, confident in his nakedness. Of course. Who wouldn’t want to see him, naked? He was as gorgeous as a god. There wasn’t one bit of him that didn’t inspire desire; even flaccid, his cock made her mouth water and her pussy ache. She wondered how long it would be before they’d make love again.
She hoped he didn’t roll over and go to sleep. Tim had always done that. Usually with the television remote clenched tightly in his fingers. His security clicker, she’d called it. Alex sighed as a wave of sadness washed over her. Love. What a joke.
“I’m b
ack,” Zach said softly and slid under the covers beside her, tucking his arm under her so that she curled against him, her head resting on his shoulder. He smelled good, like soap and his very own, unique Zach-ness. Was it possible to have your heart broken twice in less than forty-eight hours? Apparently, she was about to find out.
He hugged her. “See? Cuddling rocks. But don’t fall asleep, Miz Scarlett. I just pulled another card.”
Her heart bumped. Another card? Did he mean it? Alex lifted her head to peer at him. “Really? You want to do it…again?” Well, Zippidy do dah day. She sat up, holding the sheets against her breasts.
He reached over to the nightstand and lifted the card up. “It says here…you know what? I’m not going to read it. I’m just going to do it.” He rolled over and stood, holding out his hand. “Come with me.”
She couldn’t help but notice that his cock was already growing hard for her. Thrills of erotic pleasure slithered through her body, coiling between her thighs, making her tingle and feel boneless. She took his hand and let him tug her to her feet.
Because really—when presented with the option to make love with the sexiest man alive, a girl couldn’t question it. She had to just revel in it, and hope that when the weekend was over, they were still able to be friends.
***
Kissing Alex was something he could develop an addiction to, Zach realized. And that wouldn’t be a bad thing. She tasted sweet, and felt so good, like warm honey—kissing her made him feel as if he glowed from the inside out. Radiant. She made him feel radiant. He gently broke the kiss and pulled away, surprised to see that the soft yellow glow in the bathroom came from the candles he’d purloined from the bedroom, and not from the golden glow he was sure was pouring off his skin like water.
Alex blinked at him. Her pouty lips glistened from their kiss, and her tiny nose scrunched up as she smiled. “I can’t believe we’re naked but not touching,” she whispered.
Zach lifted one of his eyebrows at her. “That’s all part of the card, darlin’.”
“Ooh,” she said and shivered visibly. “Your cowboy voice. I love it when you use your cowboy voice.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so? I would’ve cowboyed-up a lot sooner.”
She reached down and wrapped her fingers over his stiff cock; her warm, dry clasp made him ache to lay her down and slide deep into her hot, wet grip instead. “Seems to me you cowboyed-up ju-u-u-st fine.”
Stick with the program, Zach. He took a deep breath and pushed her hand away. “No touchin’, Miz Scarlett.”
She pouted again. “I like touching you.”
And I’m dying to touch you. But—not yet. He turned her toward the bed by her shoulders. “Onto the bed, Miz Scarlett.”
“But I just left it,” she said, attempting to turn and sit down.
“Yes. But now you’re going back onto it. On your knees.”
“Oh,” she breathed, and moved onto the bed on all fours, obediently tilting her pelvis upwards in invitation; her musky arousal mixed with the sweet scent of cinnamon made Zach’s mouth water. As he watched, her clit unfurled and swelled, opening her passage to his gaze and his cock. It was all he could do not to touch her. Not to lick her and suck at her flesh, flick it with his tongue until she squirmed…
But he couldn’t, not yet. He had to wait. Had to let the anticipation build until she was ready to scream, until she was aching for anything he could give her. Until he tortured her—and himself—with desire.
After a moment, he reached out to spread her lips with his index finger and thumb, exposing her to his gaze. Her cunt glistened with her cream; he wanted so much to taste her. She moved her head back and forth, moaning, clenching and unclenching her fists.
“What do you want, darlin’? How about this?” He slid his index finger into her hot, wet passage. She lifted her hips, clenched around him so hard his cock ached. It felt as if it were made of pulsating rock, so heavy, so painful. So good. Wait, he told himself.
He watched the way her breasts moved as she breathed, the way her body quivered as she recovered from her orgasm. Alex swallowed, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes to look at him over her shoulder. “Zach…what about you?” She reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist.
“No. Not yet.”
She focused her gaze on his cock. “I’ve never said this before and I always thought it was the stupidest thing to say, when I read it in a romance. But—your dick is a magnificent thing.”
“It’s…a thing.” He shrugged and pulled her to her feet. “I’ve never been with a woman who’s as small as you.” Tiny as Tinker Bell, he wanted to say, but knew he’d be asking for a bruised shin if he did. Years of experience had taught him there was at least one thing you never teased Alex about, unless you wanted her to get mad at you. He grinned to himself and reached beside him on the nightstand for The Box.
“What…did the card say?” She watched him open The Box and pull out the silk handkerchiefs.
He separated out the red one. “Blindfold your partner,” he said and placed it over her eyes, tying it loosely behind her head. She was able to open her eyes; it wasn’t too tight. But she couldn’t see.
“Oh…” she said. “This is kinky.”
“Uh-huh. Lie on your back, now.”
She lowered herself to her belly and rolled over. Her body trembled. Her nipples pebbled into tight, hard points. Her clitoris swelled again, and moisture trickled between her cheeks; she’d never been so aroused. And all Zach had done was touch her, made her come—and then blindfold her.
“Here’s a pillow. Comfortable?” He propped a few pillows behind her head and neck with gentle hands.
“Yes. Am I going to take a nap?” She grinned.
“Eventually.” She felt his weight on the bed; the mattress shifted. He touched her hip with his large, callused hands. “Lift up.”
She put her heels beneath her to lift her pelvis off the mattress. A pillow caressed the skin of her ass as he slid it beneath her, tilting her hips upward so that she was more exposed to his gaze. “The pillowcase is cold.” Alex imagined him sitting there, his eyes on her pussy. She had no idea what he was going to do. All she knew was she was on the precipice of another orgasm. If he so much as breathed on her clit, she’d come.
She heard rustling, then felt Zach’s hand sliding down her leg, where cool silk suddenly wrapped around her right ankle. She felt the fabric tighten, heard the bed creak as he tied it to the footboard.
Holy crap. This was unexpected. “Zach?”
“The card also says to tie up your partner.” He wrapped a second handkerchief around her left ankle and tied that too. “Are you comfortable?”
“I feel…” Exposed. Really exposed. And…horny as hell. “I’m okay.”
“Good.” He reached for her hands, clasped them together, then tied them. In moments, she was completely at his mercy, with her arms bent at the elbow and tied over her head.
“My arms are going to fall asleep.”
“Maybe. Or maybe you’ll be so distracted, you won’t notice.” His voice was husky. “You look gorgeous. You should see how hot you are.”
She felt him lean against the mattress; his mouth pressed to hers in another perfect kiss. He nibbled her lower lip, then pulled away. “If you can’t breathe, bang your hands on the headboard, okay?”
“If I can’t breathe? What do you—mmph!” Alex’s eyes flew open beneath the blindfold as the final silk handkerchief went over her mouth. Zach’s fingers were gentle as he tied it behind her head.
“Okay?” he asked softly, drawing a finger over her cheek.
She nodded.
“Good. Wait here.”
Chapter Eleven
As if I have a choice, she thought, straining to hear what he was doing. It struck her how much you had to trust the person who tied you up. Because there was no way you could escape. Or yell for help. Or see, if the person suddenly allowed a stream of other people in the room to take advantage of your
helplessness… “Mamph?” She called his name against the silk.
“Don’t worry. I’m right here.” He called to her from what sounded like the other side of the room. “Just…watching you. You’re so sexy right now. Do you want me to tell you what I see?”
“Mmph.” She didn’t really want to know. But it didn’t matter—he couldn’t understand her.
“Your skin is flushed. Did you know that? I can see it, even though the only light in the room is from the candles. And your tits…they’re perfect. So round. Your nipples are the color of strawberry ice cream. I want to lick them.”
She shivered.
“I love the curve of your waist…your hips. Makes me want to grab you, and slide between your legs…” His voice grew closer. “And fuck you senseless.”
“Mmmmmph.” That sounded good, actually.
Something hot and liquid spurted over her belly. What—did he come on her? Was he standing there, whacking off over her helpless body?
“You think I just came on you, don’t you?” His voice came closer; she felt his breath puff against her cheek. “Sorry, Al. It’s just massage oil.”
Oh! How stupid of me. She giggled against the silk. She could feel the oil heating against her skin, now that she knew what it was. In moments, his long-fingered, callused hands began stroking it into her skin. His hands traveled up over her breasts; he squeezed and molded them to his whim.
Zach’s hot breath puffed over her skin; Alex leapt slightly as his tongue flicked over one of her nipples. “The oil is strawberry-kiwi flavored. At least it’s supposed to be. Tastes more like…mmmm.” He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She arched up to him. Before long, she felt one of his hands toying with her other nipple; then his tongue slid across her skin to the other breast, where he sucked and teased her until she squirmed. She wanted to feel him inside her. But he didn’t relent. He only suckled and teased her, occasionally slipping his hand down to test, but not linger between her legs.
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