Chapter Thirteen #3
She twisted in his lap, bumping up against his cock. He was so hard he felt like he could pound nails, but he wanted someplace softer to bury himself. Her mouth had been too exotic; he never would have lasted this long.
He didn’t have much left as it was.
Her body arched as he suckled her. Her hand cupped the back of his head, holding him to her until her whimpers became cries. Then the hold changed and became a pull.
He sat back, confused and just a bit desperate.
She contorted in his arms, and he caught her waist to keep her from falling, but she wasn’t trying to get away.
She was reaching for his pants. The light bulb dawned when she snagged them with her toes and dragged them closer.
Her hands were shaky as she searched his pockets.
He watched, getting even more turned on when she ripped open a foil package.
She wasn’t shy at all as she placed the condom over the head of his penis. He couldn’t stop his hips from lifting. Her touch drove him wild. He reciprocated by working another finger into her tight pussy.
Her hair fell forward, and her body bowed. “Zac!”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and wound his arm around her hips. He pulled her to him and savored the feel of her body against his. “Hurry up and get it on.”
Her fingers shook as she finished, and his balls tightened up dangerously.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He was hard as iron, and she was wet as rain. He gripped her hips. She was already lifting and positioning herself over him. When she started settling down, he had to close his eyes at the sensation.
Like velvet. Tight, soft and giving.
He ran his hands over her thighs and felt them straining. His gaze went to her naked breast. It swayed and juddered as she began moving. He jerked the other strap down too. He wanted to watch her. He wanted to see the natural beauty of her body as she took him.
The straps caught at her elbows, binding her.
She worked them off sensuously and caught his shoulders.
The filmy material pooled around her hips.
It felt sexy as it draped over his lap. Instead of shying away, she watched him back.
Her eyes were so deep a brown, they looked almost sable.
Pleasure, need and possessiveness were written all over her face.
He fisted his hand in her hair and kissed her voraciously.
Sitting there on the chair together, they took and gave from each other until their muscles were tense and their bodies were sweating. Urgency had taken over Maxie, and she was pumping up and dropping down fast. Her feet arched as she braced her weight on her toes.
Zac buried his face between her breasts. She smelled incredible.
“Ohhhh,” she gasped.
He cupped his hands under her butt to help her move.
With each thrust, he lifted and released, lifted and released, until she tensed around him.
Her fingers pulled the hair at the nape of his neck, and the sharp little pain pushed him over the edge.
They orgasmed together, with her body wrapped around his, little sounds erupting from the back of her throat.
“Ah, ahhhh!” she cried.
It was nirvana. It was sexy as hell. And it was real.
The moment came and went too quickly. When air became a vital need, Zac sucked it in with a ragged breath.
His muscles released, and he was glad for the chair underneath them.
It was the only thing holding them both up.
All he could manage was collapsing against her and burying his face in her wavy hair.
She was gorgeous. She was open, and she was his.
“Hoorah for privacy,” he muttered into her ear.
“Zac, will you go steady with me?”
He chuckled. “Yeah.”
She snuggled against his chest, warm and sated. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“I’m sorry I rushed you,” he returned. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I didn’t want you to get away. I knew your sisters wouldn’t be here much longer, and then what reason would I have to insist you keep me around?”
Her fingers were gentle as they rubbed his scalp. “They’re going back to Cobalt City tomorrow.”
“So soon?”
“We’re going to the doctor’s office first thing so I can have a DNA swab test. Then we’re going to breakfast together. I want them to stay longer, but they have to get back to their jobs and their lives.”
She sounded sad. He placed a kiss against her temple. “You can find sometime soon to get together, or you could go down there.”
“Would you come with me?”
There was no way he’d let her leave him now. “I’ve got some vacation time coming my way.”
She rested her cheek against his chest. “Or we could visit Chicago.”
His arms tightened around her. “We could do that too.”
“I told them everything,” she whispered. “That I’d lied and that I made you lie.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I was never lying, Beauty.”
“But I told them that was why we’d fought.”
“What did they say?”
“That I was insane.” She kept her face pressed to his chest when he tried to look her in the eye. “Everyone could see what was happening but me.”
He stroked her soft hair. “You saw it, but you were too timid to believe it.”
She stiffened. “I don’t want to be that ever again.”
“What?”
“Timid.”
He cupped her face. “It’s all right if you are. It’s part of you, Maxie, and it’s a part that turns me on. I like teasing you out of it.”
She blushed, and he brushed a finger over her cheek. “But if there’s anything you want to try or do, you let me know.”
“Like teaching me how to rock climb? Or taking the zip line down the hill at Indigo Blitz?”
He chuckled. “Will doing these things excite you like skinny-dipping or pulling the triplet switch?” Those memories brought back vivid impressions for him.
“Maybe.”
“Then we’re going skydiving.” With a heave, he lifted them both out of the chair and her into his arms. Carrying her close to his chest, he headed through the living room to the stairs.
She caught at his shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“I’m moving us up to that king-sized bed of yours. It’s about time we put that thing to better use.”