Chapter 31
Chapter thirty-one
Present day, Leavenworth: Zac
How did I get so fucking lucky?
Zac’s thoughts ran wild as he pressed Tabitha up against the sliding door of his van.
She purred in approval as his hips settled against her, one knee poised between her legs.
He didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve her.
But he wasn’t foolish enough to turn down the gift she was offering.
He reached up into her hair and tugged the band holding her ponytail in place.
Autumn red silk spilled over her sun-kissed shoulders.
He found himself jealous of the strands tickling at her collarbone and brushed them aside so he could take over.
She moaned under his nips and kisses. And, god, she tasted sweet.
Exactly the same as his fantasies from years ago.
No that was wrong, she was better. Sweeter. Headier.
Tabitha arched her back into him, aching for more contact.
Just like him. He wanted to touch all of her with all of him and thought he might go mad if he didn’t do so soon.
Twining one arm firmly around her waist to hold her close, the other fisted in her loose hair.
The silk of it played through his fingers and he guided her lips to his.
He traced the line of them and steadied his knees as she parted them with a sexy little sigh.
Fuck.
This woman was a goddess.
And he had the privilege of touching her. Feeling her. Tasting her.
He dipped his tongue into her mouth and she opened wide, welcoming him inside. He pressed hard against her lips to delve and explore, until a little whimper escaped her. One sounding vaguely pained.
“Tabby cat?” he asked, relaxing the press but still speaking with his lips on hers. “Are you ok?”
She nodded vigorously. “It’s the beard—”
“I’ll shave it immediately,” he swore to her.
“No,” she trailed her fingers along his cheeks and into the wiry mass. “No. Please don’t. I’ve never . . . experienced a man with facial hair.”
The desire to park his face between her legs reached critical mass. He wanted to rub his facial hair all over her body just so she could tell him where it tickled the most. What she liked best so he could do it over and over and over and until he dropped dead from exhaustion.
“Do you want to go inside?” he asked, already reaching for the handle.
“Yes. Very much,” she practically begged.
Zac squatted down and heaved Tabitha over his shoulder.
She squealed in delight and then again when he slapped her rear playfully.
The door slid open and he hauled her inside.
Mercifully, he didn’t have far to go to find a bed.
He applauded his choice to deck out the Sprinter to his exact specifications as he tossed her down on the mattress.
They were both tall and would benefit from the custom oversized bed.
Before joining her, he stripped off his fitted henley and tossed it aside. She tracked the movements as though hypnotized. She barely raised her eyes from his pecks and let out a hysterical little laugh.
“Those are new too.” She whistled.
He crawled onto the bed, prowling like a beast going in for the kill. “Are you saying I was scrawny back then?”
“Not at all.” She gasped as he grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her toward him.
The hem of her dress rode up, barely covering her panties.
Zac was desperate to find out what kind they were.
Lace? Cheekies? Cotton with a sweet little design?
Nothing? The mystery was killing him. “You were young. Lean and strong but with not nearly as much bulk.”
She raised a hand and brushed it over the swath of chest hair before trailing it over and flicking his nipple. As though his dick weren’t hard enough as it was. His pants felt so fucking tight. He wanted them off, but he wanted something else first.
Zac backed off the bed.
“Where are you going?” The near panic in Tabitha’s voice had him chuckling.
“Only right here,” he assured. “But you’re coming with me.”
He slid his hands beneath her knees again and pulled so her ass nearly hung off the edge of the bed.
“For beard experiences?” she asked sheepishly.
“Exactly.” He stood over her and leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips. “Is that ok?”
She nodded so hard he thought her head would roll off her neck.
He grinned wide with relief and decided to take the long way around.
Feather-light kisses teased along her jaw and neck.
He lingered to kiss the erratically pumping vein below her ear, thinking better of leaving her with a hickey to mark her as his.
A love bite wouldn’t scream professionalism and the last thing he wanted was to cause her any public embarrassment.
His tabby cat was a private woman and he’d respect that.
But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t leave her with a little nip somewhere else.
Beneath one breast? Inner thigh, perhaps?
Though it’d have to be high enough for those little workout shorts of hers to hide it.
His mouth practically watered as he continued down the middle of her chest. Over the top of the dress’s fabric, he licked a circle around her nipple then sucked it into his mouth.
She writhed beneath him, hips undulating up like she longed for the same treatment between her legs.
He sucked harder and pulled away with an obscene pop, leaving a damp spot on the white and pink flower pattern.
He could see her rosy nipple through the wetness, which made his mind go wild.
Was she not wearing a bra? He hooked a finger on the bust of the fabric and pulled down.
There was definitely a bra there, but it was thin and strapless and looked more like a bandage around her ribs than the traditional style.
“It’s called a bandeau bra.” His tabby cat giggled at his furrowed brow and shameless investigation. “So the straps don’t show.”
Zac released the fabric and ventured over to her other breast to provide similar attention to her other perfect nipple, while opting to use a little teeth this time around. She squirmed and shuddered in response.
Satisfied with his work he continued south, hands following along and stopping at either side of Tabitha’s hips.
He wasn’t the only one whose body had changed in the last sixteen years.
She was softer, with rounder hips he couldn’t wait to use as leverage.
He thought about how his large handprint would look on her generous ass.
She’d changed, same as him, and while he’d never call attention to the softening of her pro-climber edges, he mused about how incredibly sexy she was now.
His cock throbbed as he imagined how incredible she would look naked in every position he was about to put her in.
He released her hip and adjusted the nagging erection, telling it to calm down. They had other more important things to do.
Beard experiences.
Zac grinned and sat back on his heels, shaking with the anticipation of finally seeing what kind of panties she wore.
Tabitha’s eyes connected with his, holding him hostage as he gripped her ankle to remove one shoe, soon to be followed by the other. But paused and looked down, puzzled.
The laugh began low and rumbled up through his chest until it burst from between his lips. He folded forward, head resting on her belly.
“What?” Tabitha’s voice held so much trepidation that he didn’t dare hold her in suspense. He gripped her ankle and lifted it up into her line of sight. She began laughing too but abruptly stopped and looked dead seriously at Zac. “I’m a thief.”
He slid off her stolen bowling shoes and then his immediately after. Holding both sets, he smiled mischievously. “We’d better make a run for it.”
“We need to return those,” she insisted.
“Later,” Zac said gruffly, tossing the pilfered footwear aside in order to resume his task. “You’re about to be mind-numbingly busy.”
Her little huff of indignation filled him with determination.
Zac slid his fingers slowly up her knees toward the hem of her dress, licking his lips in anticipation.
He reached the bottom of the fabric and slowly shucked it up her thighs.
What greeted him was a pair of cheek panties in a sky blue that perfectly matched the thin iris ringing her large black pupils.
His breath hitched as he pinched the top of the delicate undies.
The slow, torturous removal revved him to a dangerous state of being.
His heart pounded frantically against his ribcage as he exposed her to the warm air of his van.
Should he leave them hooked at her knees or ankles to keep her somewhat tethered?
No, he wanted maximum mobility for maximum access.
So he pulled them all the way off and flung them behind him.
He flicked a glance up to Tabitha, who was watching in heady anticipation as he grasped each of her knees and pushed them out and up.
He lingered his eyes on hers until her thighs were spread wide and he had exquisite access to her sweetness.
“You still ok?” he asked.
She eyed his hair, likely a rumpled mess by this point, and he wondered if she was considering grabbing a handful in each fist to get the work done herself. Then she nodded and said, “Yes.”
He couldn’t bear to wait any more and lowered himself between her splayed legs.
He didn’t have to touch or taste her to see that she was wet for him.
The satisfying discovery that she was just as aroused as he was made his heart ache.
He’d missed this woman. And he would finally, finally have her again.
Except that was the moment her phone rang.