Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
If Monty had been given time to think about it, he likely would have figured out that zeroing in on Zinnia’s considerable assets was a mistake.
That said, her unexpected arrival tonight had turned his brain to limp noodles and taken his cock in the opposite direction.
It was a wonder he was making any sense at all.
Yes, he’d been stunned by the sight of her generous, perfectly formed breasts tipped with rosy nipples. And his reaction had marked him as just another unevolved male with a boob fetish.
But judging by the sparkle in her green eyes when she’d urged him to suit up ASAP, not to mention the speed with which she’d wiggled out of her pants, he’d redeemed himself.
He rolled the condom into place and glanced at her. Taking a moment to capture the image, he resisted the urge to pinch himself. So beautiful. She lay on her side, her head propped on her hand, likely so she could watch him complete that operation.
She quickly lifted her gaze. “I just wanted to make sure you put it on right.”
That made him chuckle. “My cock has already lost its fascination for you?”
“Uh, not exactly.” She flushed. “But fair is fair. I don’t want to be a hypocrite.”
“What if I like being ogled?” He slid onto the bed and mirrored her position. “What if it turns me on?”
“Does it?”
“Uh-huh.” Threading his fingers through her hair, he relished the springy texture as he combed it behind her ear. “Your eyes go from emerald green to forest green. That’s sexy.”
Her breath hitched. “Everything about you is sexy.”
“Glad you think so.” Leaning in, he kissed her, keeping it light. Clearly she’d been mauled by clumsy lovers in the past. He didn’t really blame them for losing their cool when presented with her magnificent body.
But he wouldn’t lose his cool. Leaving her tasty mouth, he feathered kisses along her jawline and nuzzled behind her ear. He had a plan.
“Mmm. Let’s get closer.” Putting her arm around his waist, she snuggled in, rolled to her back and brought him with her. “That’s better.”
“Sure is.” Oh, right. He was in bed with a woman who had muscles and knew how to use them. She’d caught him off-guard, and now they were skin-to-skin.
He’d automatically braced himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush the breath out of her, but she had him in a tight hold. No daylight between his chest and her spectacular breasts. Plump. Warm. Silky.
A wave of primitive hunger hit with a vengeance. Moisture pooled in his mouth. His fingers curled. He wanted to feel the weight in his palm, feast on all that bounty, bury his face in—no, damn it!
“Your eyes go dark, too.”
“I’m not surprised.” He sucked in air. “You’re potent.” Fighting for sanity, he pushed upward, just enough so he could lean over and kiss her. Don’t look down, boy. Don’t look down. He captured her mouth, going for the gusto this time as he settled his hips between her thighs.
As an alternative, it wasn’t half-bad. He loved kissing her. Resting his package inches away from nirvana set off mini-fireworks of anticipation in his highly sensitized body.
Could he proceed without cracking? Maybe he should just ditch the plan and go after what his cock was begging for. He didn’t think she’d object.
No, damn it. He’d stick with the plan. He had something to prove to himself. And her.
But she seemed hell-bent on sabotaging his noble effort. She slid her hands south, likely aiming for his ass. If she repeated her previous move, he’d be toast.
Reaching back, he caught one wrist and brought it over her head, holding it there.
That drew a muffled protest.
Breaking the kiss, he murmured in her ear. “If you grab my ass, I’m liable to come.”
“Really?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“If you’re that close, we should—”
“We will.” Releasing her wrist, he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “There’s something I want to do first.”
She frowned. “Something kinky? Because I’m not into that.”
“Not kinky. Nice.”
“Am I supposed to do anything?”
“Just close your eyes.”
“All right.” Her lashes fluttered down.
Now he was free to look. He hadn’t intended that, but…. Heart pounding, he surveyed the territory.
Clearly sunlight had never fallen on those glorious breasts. A faint tan line marked the boundary of a swimsuit. He counted three small freckles, one above her left nipple and two on the underside of her right breast.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her breath hitched and her pink nipples tightened, changing to dark rose.
“So beautiful.” Closing his eyes, he placed a kiss in the hollow of her throat. Then he created a line of kisses between her breasts.
Their fullness brushed his cheeks. Stay focused, dude. She lay very still, her breathing quick and shallow. Was she waiting for him to lose control?
Scooting down, he cradled both breasts in his cupped hands and kissed a wide circle around each nipple. Then he used the tip of his tongue to moisten those tempting buds.
The sound of blood rushing in his ears almost made him miss her faint whimper. “Zinnia?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was breathy. “This is lovely.”
Encouraged, he drew a nipple gently into his mouth.
“More.”
He began to suck, taking it easy, banking his hunger.
“More.”
Okay, then. He loosened the reins just a little and concentrated on giving her pleasure, not wallowing in his.
She arched into his caress and urged him on, clearly enjoying the heck out of his approach. Hallelujah.
His groin ached like crazy, but he’d keep this up until she called a halt. Which she did, reaching for him and making a clear, earthy request.
He gladly complied, burying his cock in her juicy channel. He almost came. Locking down that response, he paused, anchoring his attention on her luminous eyes and flushed cheeks. “I need a second.”
She gulped for air. “You can have at least two.”
“Just need the one.” Holding her gaze, he began to stroke. “We can’t be loud.”
“I know.” Breathing fast, her hands on his hips, she rose to meet him. The glow in her eyes intensified each time he drove home.
Home. He’d met her yesterday. They should be awkward with each other. They weren’t. Not even a little.
When he looked into her eyes, she looked right back. No barriers.
They trusted each other. Simple as that. He would come soon and so would she. They would share the most intimate experience two people could have, and he wanted it. Wanted it more than he ever had before.
Her body tensed. Her eyes widened. Now. When her first spasm hit, he hurled himself over the edge. Gasping and shaking, bathed in glory, they shared the freefall and gently touched down.
His world had just shifted. Permanently.