Page 62 of Keepsake
The next two seconds were a whirl of motion, after which I found myself on my back looking up into Zach’s serious face. His body was spread out on top of mine, and the weight of him was delicious.
Still, he didn’t speak. The silence held between us as he dropped his head, brushing his lips against mine. It was my turn to hold my breath, as I waited to learn what he’d do next. His eyes fell shut then, and he pressed a soft kiss onto my lips. I couldn’t help myself. I opened up in blatant invitation. With a needy groan, Zach accepted the challenge. His tongue glided against mine, tangling, exploring.
Desire thrummed through me in earnest. With his enthusiastic kisses, Zach stoked the embers of my libido into flames. His hands moved to cup my face, his fingertips threading into my hair. Even though he held much of his weight off my body, it was impossible not to feel the pressure of his erection against my core.
Oh, the pleasures I could share with this man. The very idea caused me to whimper out loud.
At the sound, Zach pulled back. Again he studied me with a grave expression. “I’m not freaking you out, am I?” His whisper was coarse.
“You couldn’t ever,” I answered. And then I put my hands under his T-shirt, finally allowing myself to solve the mystery of how all that golden chest hair would feel against my fingers. It was surprisingly silky. Everything about Zach was finer than on a normal person. And when I pressed my fingers against the flat discs of his nipples, he groaned.
Our kisses went wild, and I lost myself inside my own senses in a way that I hadn’t done in a long time. For this beautiful moment, there was no fear. There were no nightmares, and no darkness hovering over my heart. There was only the slide of Zach’s tongue against my own, and the friction of his callused hands on my body.
He rolled us to the side, and his fingers became more daring. He stroked up the back of my thigh, then ventured beneath my nightgown.
Oh, hell yes.
I kissed him with everything I had, pressing my aching breasts against his hard chest. His fingers splayed across my belly, their tips so deliciously close to my core that I couldn’t keep still. I rolled my hips and gasped with encouragement.
Then I reached down and stroked him—just once—my hand glancing over his flannel-covered erection.
Zach broke off our kiss to flop his head back on the pillow. He let fly a whispered string of very un-Zach-like curses. “You’re killing me.”
“Remind me again,” I whispered, “why you’re a virgin?”
“Never wanted anyone enough,” he panted.
“And now?” I pressed, punctuating the question by sucking gently on the skin beneath Zach’s ear.
“In my dreams, we do it every night.”
Hot damn. I had to clench my legs together as the idea became a craving. Zach’s palm made another sweep across the waistband of my panties, and I moaned. He swallowed the sound with another of his kisses. I loved how responsive he was, and how willing. I sat up a little bit, tugging at the bottom hem of his T-shirt. Pushing the fabric up, I wordlessly urged him to shed it.
He gripped the fabric in two hands, but hesitated. “Maybe this isn’t what you need right now.”
“Sorry?” Getting him naked was exactly what I needed right now.
“This isn’t the reason I climb into your bed at night,” he whispered, his beautiful face more serious that I’d ever seen it.
“Iknowthat,” I hissed. “Nobody is taking advantage of me right now. And I don’t need you mansplaining what I need right now.”
Zach grinned at me. I loved that smile, but what I did next made it disappear. I grabbed my nightie and lifted it over my head, then flung it off the bed.
His gaze darkened to a lustful glitter, and I watched as his eyes swept my bare breasts. This time, when I gave his shirt a tug, he curled his body to let me shed it without a word.
Then he reached out with both arms and pulled me closer. Our next kiss was so hot and eager that I felt myself floating along on the pleasure of it all. We lay face to face, Zach’s palms skimming reverently over my breasts. Every touch made me a little crazier. It had been so long since anyone touched me with loving hands. His kisses trailed down my neck and into the valley of my breasts. He lay there on his side, his tongue exploring first one nipple and then the other. And when he closed his lips and sucked, I felt myself absolutely flood with desire.
I wanted more. And soon. But first there was something I needed to know. “Zach?”
“Mmm?” he asked, nuzzling my breast.
“What happened in your sexy dream tonight?”
He lifted his head and moved so that we were eye to eye again. “Why?”
“I just want to know.” I stroked my thumb across his beautiful lip. “Right before you woke up. What were we doing in your dream?”
His cheeks flushed red. “What if I don’t want to say?”
