Page 71 of The Moment They Can't Forget

Strangely, he was more concerned about Zoe and what he felt when she was close than what his brother had come to tell him. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Could he talk to her and maybe… what? He wasn’t a one-girl man, and she wouldn’t settle for just sex in this town with her family close.

Lowering a foot to the ground, he set the hammock swinging and let his eyes close. At least for a few hours he could get some relief from the turmoil inside his head.

“Wake up, JD.”

“Zoe?” He opened his eyes and looked up. The sky was black, but moonlight silhouetted her. “What’s wrong? Is everyone okay?”

“Yes. I couldn’t sleep, and we need to talk. Nina knows something is off between us, and if she knows, pretty soon my brothers will, and I think they’re onto us anyway after your macho behavior at Circle Left. In fact, I know they are because Ryder sat on the end of my bed when he came home and asked me what I thought of you.”

He blinked a few times at her rush of words. “You’re here alone?”

“Right, because I’d bring my family with me to talk to you about us and tell you that we have to stop this… whatever the hell this is.”

He reached out and grabbed the hand she was waving about, then pulled her into the hammock with him.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked.

“Kissing you.” JD did just that. He’d wanted his mouth and hands on this woman again since the night they’d slept together. He wasn’t fighting it tonight.

He kept right on kissing her until he felt the resistance leave her body. Then he slid a hand under her shirt and cupped her breast. Zoe Duke had beautiful breasts. The perfect size to fit into his hands. When he ran his thumb over a hard nipple, she sighed.

“JD.”

“Zoe,” he whispered against her lips. “I want you.”

“My brothers?—”

“I do not want them,” he said before kissing her again. “We’re adults, Zoe.”

She sat up then, straddling him, and he was real happy he’d purchased the biggest hammock he could find. She looked beautiful in the moonlight.

“This is the last time,” she said. “Because I’m sure it won’t be as good as the last one, and then we’re done, and this time we make sure we ignore each other so Nina doesn’t have confirmation and?—”

“Agreed,” he said, sitting up. “Last time, and you’re right. It won’t be as good.”

He pulled off her sweatshirt, and as luck would have it, her tank top came off too.

“You’re beautiful, Zoe.”

“No, we’re not talking like that,” she said, pressing a finger to his mouth. “This is sex and the last time.”

“Kinda like a sexorcism?”

“Kinda.”

He eased down the cups of her bra and leaned in to lick a hard nipple. “Well then, we better get busy.”

She moaned as he continued to torment her with his tongue, laving each breast until her moans got louder. He could feel the heat between her legs pressed to his groin. It drove him crazy as she moved.

Her hands tugged his shirt from the waistband of his shorts and pulled it over his head. She then pushed him down onto his back. JD stroked her skin as she kissed him. He let the sensations roll over him. Zoe moved slowly down his body, kissing every inch of his chest. Her nails scraped his nipples, and the breath hissed from his mouth.

“I love your tattoos.”

“Thanks,” he rasped as her hands traced the ink on his shoulder and then down his arms. “Each one has a different meaning.”

“Will you tell me about them?”

“One day, but not now. Now I want to be inside you.” He pulled her hips down against his arousal.

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