"Oh, hell,” he said. “Let's move into the bedroom."
He tugged her hands, helping her stand up from the lounge chair. She was limp and dazed, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She let him lead her into the dimly-lit house. Connor was nowhere to be seen and once again Zach took her into his bedroom, shutting the door on Rocky.
When Zach turned around, Ashlyn was right behind him. She pressed herself against his body. The late-evening light provided just enough illumination for them to see each other.
He pulled her in to kiss her, his arms wrapping around her slim body, and he felt her stand on tiptoe and reach up to meet his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his hands slid down to her ass to lift her up against him, her feet nearly leaving the floor. That brought a gasp from her against his mouth, and he smiled and kissed the corners of her mouth, one, then the other, nibbling her lips.
She molded herself against him, rubbed her mound against his erection almost frantically, dragged her breasts across his chest. Her excitement turned him on even more, and he groaned and tightened his grip on the soft cheeks of her ass and kissed her hard. Hot. Wet.
She ground her mouth back against his, still bumping herself against him. He realized she was finding a rhythm and looking for release.
"Honey, you're so hot,” he murmured. “Slow down."
"I can't,” she panted against his mouth, her breath warm. “I just ... can't. You just get me so hot ... I can't stand it."
Her hips rolled in a sensuous rhythm, and he was suddenly afraid he was going to come in his pants. He lowered her, letting her slide down his body till her feet were back on the floor, and she whimpered.
"It'll be better,” he coaxed her, hands going to the hem of her top and stripping it off over her head. Then he found the clasp of her bra and let it fall. He filled his hands with her breasts, soft, warm, round, the nipples hard against his palm. He squeezed, drawing a moan of pleasure from her.
He got rid of his shorts. Oh man, that felt good. He swelled against her hands as she stroked him through the thin fabric. She lowered one hand to his balls, squeezing gently; he groaned as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Ashlyn,” he croaked. She dragged his briefs down his thighs. His skin felt tight and sizzling as his dick sprang up, released from the confines of his underwear.
"Oh, Zach,” she whispered, and he looked down at her taking him in her hands. The sight of her feminine hands on his hard dark cock made his mouth grow dry and his heart pound. He didn't know what to do with his hands as he stood there in front of her, so he put them on her silky head and dug his fingers into her hair. He wanted to pull her head towards him so she could put her mouth on him. Too pushy? He groaned. He wanted it so bad, but he wanted her to want it.
And she did. As her hands stroked him and she admired him, her lips parted and her lashes fluttered down. She leaned in and closed her warm, wet mouth over the head, and he went blind. Damn, he loved blow jobs, but this was beyond anything he'd ever experienced. The hungry suction of her mouth, the swirling heat of her tongue sent pleasure slamming through him.
"Hold me tighter, honey,” he murmured, and her hands tightened around him exquisitely. “Oh, yeah."
She pulled on him, up and down, one hand sliding to his balls and tugging them down and away from his body. Jesus Christ! He gasped, his hands tightening in her hair as her mouth slid hotly over him, sensations shooting to the base of his spine and sending weakness down his legs.
Then her fingers slid behind his balls, up the crease between his cheeks, gliding over the ultra-sensitive skin there. His legs almost gave out at the excitement her touch evoked.
"Ashlyn,” he gasped hoarsely. “Holy...” His words ended with a groan. “I'm going to come,” he choked out. “Ash..."
He loosened his grip on her head so she could move off him if she wanted, but she kept sucking, sliding wetly, and as all the incredible sensations built in him higher and higher, he burst and came in her mouth.
She sucked him, took it all, her hands going still on his cock as he growled his release, pumped into her mouth, his whole body trembling.
When she lifted her mouth off him, he dropped to his knees in front of her, afraid he was going to fall, gathered her up against him and buried his face in her hair.
"God, Ashlyn,” he muttered, still shaking. Her hands stroked his back slowly, tenderly. His heart slammed hard and fast in his chest and he gulped in air, overcome with his release and how powerful it had been.
"You taste incredible, Zach,” she murmured against his chest. “And you feel incredible. Last night you were so good to me ... was that okay?"
He laughed, a short, choked laugh. “Honey, that was so much more than okay. Words can't describe how that was.” He kissed her hair and held her tighter.
As his heart slowed to a more normal pace and he managed to suck air into his lungs, he lay down on the floor, pulling Ashlyn with him. The carpet softened the floor beneath his butt, and he realized he was still wearing his T-shirt. He ripped it off over his head and leaned over Ashlyn. She still had her shorts on, and he skimmed them down over her legs, along with her panties, leaving her naked on the floor beneath him. He moved over her and pushed her thighs apart with his hands, slowly, gently until she was spread wide. He positioned himself between her legs and stroked the soft skin of her thighs, down to her knees, making her shiver.
He looked up and met her gaze, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Her breasts were soft on her chest, the nipples still tight and dark like raspberries, and his gaze moved from them down over the smooth flatness of her stomach, the slight protrusion of her hip bones, the dark-blonde fluff between her legs. He traced his fingers through the smooth channel where her legs joined her hips, admiring the neat grooming there. His fingers slid down lower, around to the crease between her sweet cheeks, and one finger continued back, higher, making her muscles tighten, while the other slid forward into the slick folds.
"You're wet for me,” he murmured, and she nodded tightly, eyes now closed. “God, you're so wet, you're almost dripping."
"You turn me on,” she whispered, her head moving restlessly. Her hips lifted against his hands impatiently. “You turn me on so much."
"Yeah,” he said with satisfaction, leaning closer for a taste. He licked over her lower lips, slowly, savoring her unique taste, and inhaled a deep breath of her brown-sugar scent through his nose. Then he lifted his gaze to her face and saw her watching him, the look on her face so aroused, so pleased. Her lips were parted, her eyes hot and hazy, and he smiled at her. He saw her mouth move, the corners tipping slightly in a responding smile, and she lifted her hands and threaded her fingers through his hair.
"You taste good, too,” he murmured. “I want to make you come."
"Yes,” she whispered, eyes falling shut again. “Make me come."
He lowered his mouth to her again, pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could, and then licked up over her clit, small, swollen, hard. He flattened his tongue over her and let her push against him, letting her find the rhythm. Then he closed his mouth over the nub and sucked, and she convulsed beneath him as it came over her. Her hips moved, lifted, tightened, and her hands gripped his hair as she moaned, “God, oh God oh God."
When her tremors stopped, he lifted his mouth from her and slid up her body to lie beside her, half on her, getting his breath back himself. Her response was so honest, so pure. He loved making her come, giving that to her.
"We didn't even make it to the bed,” she said beside him, a smile in her voice.
"God, I'm sorry,” he groaned. “I didn't mean to fuck you on the floor."
"You haven't fucked me yet,” she pointed out idly, her hand on his chest. “We can still do it in the bed."
"Give me a minute,” he said. “Okay, let's go."
He rolled off her and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet. Then the sight of her naked, perfect body shot lust through him to his dick once more, and he wrapped his arms around her, wanting to feel her against him from breast to thigh.
He wanted to tell her how incredible this was, how it had never been like this for him before, but the words sounded clichéd and fake in his head. His hard-on pressed insistently against her, and he wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to breathe, so he dragged her over to the bed and tossed her down.
Her eyes widened as she hit the bed, but he also saw the excitement there and knew it was okay. He had been gentle with her, but this time his frustration at the feelings he couldn't express, and his intense level of arousal, made him want things a little rougher. He growled as he moved over her, remembering at the last minute to grab a condom. Impatience made his fingers fumble as he tried to get it on. “Shit,” he muttered, clenching his teeth.
Then he grabbed her hands and held them over her head, fingers hard on her wrists. He leaned down to suck a nipple, took it in his teeth, pulled and nibbled on it. She writhed under him and gasped, and he dragged his teeth over the distended tip, released it, and took the other one. He sucked hard and felt her response, felt her hips move, her head toss on the pillow.
Then he was inside her. His mind was spinning; he was lost, out of control, needing to possess her body with hard, driving strokes until the pleasure spiked in him, unbearable, sharp, and he came in a starburst of sensation that rippled over him as he thrust and pulsed into her.
"Are you okay?"
Long, recuperative moments later, his body hot and heavy on hers, Zach asked the question, his head on her breast.
"More than okay,” she said. “That was incredible."
"I was afraid I was too rough.” He rubbed his face over one soft breast.
"No,” she murmured. “I liked it."
He lifted his head to look at her, and Ashlyn met his eyes and smiled reassuringly.
"Good to know,” he muttered, smiling a little slyly. “You're pretty assertive in bed ... but a little domination turns you on, doesn't it?"
Her smile widened. “Apparently it does,” she admitted. “Or maybe it's just you."
As their gazes held, their smiles faded and she knew he felt it, too—the close connection, the tenderness swelling in their chests, almost choking them, almost frightening in its intensity. Something was happening, something powerful and beautiful.
The room was almost totally dark now, but their eyes linked together in the little light that was left, and a shimmering veil of emotion wrapped around them.
"Ashlyn...” Zach started, and she put a hand over his mouth. She was afraid of what he was going to say, knowing it was something significant, something that would change things between them. And that scared her. It scared her because she knew that soon, when the truth came out about what she had done, he was going to hate her. She just couldn't let him say it, even though she wanted to hear it, even though she felt it too.
"Shh.” She pulled him up for a long kiss, acknowledging the powerful emotions but preventing him from speaking. He kissed her back but didn't sink into the kiss, instead holding himself back, and she knew he still wanted to talk.
"Please,” she whispered against his mouth. “Don't talk right now. I just want to hold you."
"
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats."
Music from the clock radio woke Ashlyn up. It took a while for the sound to penetrate her sleep-fogged brain, and she realized it was Zach's alarm clock. Beside her, Zach was stirring and sitting up.
Painfully forcing her eyes open, she squinted at the clock in the dim room. “Shit!” she gasped. “It's eight o'clock! We ... brewery ... nine!” As usual, her mouth was not cooperative in forming words and complete sentences seconds after she'd woken.
Zach laughed—actually laughed, at this hour of the morning—beside her. “Good morning to you too,” he said, stretching. “Good thing I set the alarm, huh?"
"Mmmm.” She blinked several times, trying to focus her eyes. “But..."
He leaned over and kissed her nose, smiling. “I'll get you some coffee. We'll make it on time."
"But ... home!” she tried to cry. “Change clothes ... shit.” She struggled out of the bed, tangled in the sheets and comforter.
Zach got out of bed easily, gracefully, and she resented his morning composure. Naked, he strode across the room to the small bathroom and shut the door behind him. She pushed her hair back off her face as she managed to untangle the covers and sit up. Sitting there for a minute, she tried to figure out what the hell had happened to her this weekend. Two nights in a row! She hadn't even gone home and once again, her roommates were going to be pissed. This slutty behavior was so unlike her. But then a reluctant smile tugged her mouth as she recalled the things she and Zach had done with each other, the feelings she'd experienced that she never had before. She pressed a hand to her lower belly, where excitement lurched.
She heard the shower running and wondered if she had the nerve and energy to drag herself in there with Zach. But it must have been the shortest shower ever because before she could force her legs to move, the water shut off. Moments later Zach came striding out of the bathroom, a towel around his lean hips and another in his hands, rubbing his hair.
"I'm sorry, Ash,” he said, coming over and kissing her again. “I should have taken you home last night. You probably don't want to go to this meeting wearing the same clothes you did yesterday."
She shook her head, eyeing his gorgeous body, water drops gleaming on his muscular shoulders. His wet hair was wild and spiky, his dark eyes soft. “S'okay,” she muttered, getting out of bed. “Just need coffee."
She staggered into the bathroom. Now it was her turn to have the quickest shower ever, just to wash the smell of Zach and sex off her before she met with her father. She shamelessly borrowed Zach's toothbrush to clean her teeth.
She located her scattered and now-wrinkled clothes, dragged them on, and gave a heavy sigh at the thought of showing up for a business meeting dressed in shorts and a cami.