His hands stroked across her abdomen, finding the hem of her tank top and moving under it, sliding across her bare skin. The sensation sent shivers of delight over her body. Then one hand slid upward, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, and the other slid lower, his fingertips slipping under the low waistband of her jeans. Her jeans were snug, so he couldn't go too low, but he kept his fingers there, the tips of them just touching her panties.
His hand on her breast squeezed gently, and she let out a little moan. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, and he leaned down and kissed the tender skin on the side of her neck, sucking a little. Her breast swelled even more, her nipple pushing into his palm.
"God, you're gorgeous,” he murmured into her ear. Hands sliding over her skin, he turned her in his arms so she faced him. She leaned back a little and opened her heavy eyes to look at him.
"So are you.” She put her hands on him like she'd wanted to all night, slid them down his back until they reached that tight butt she'd admired earlier, slipped them in the pockets of his jeans. She pulled him forward. His erection pressed firmly against her, and now he groaned. She tipped her hips forward to meet him, and the melting ache between her legs was so sweet, it was almost unbearable.
"I've been hot for you ever since I saw you sitting beside me at the bar that night,” he whispered raggedly.
"I know.” Her eyes closed and her head fell back in helpless delight. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, either."
"Really?” His hands sifted through her hair, fisted, and he pulled her head towards him for a kiss. His mouth covered hers in a long, deep, wet kiss, his tongue languidly rubbing hers even as he rubbed his body against hers. God, it was more than she could stand. The ache low in her belly throbbed, and she rubbed him back, almost climbing onto him in her excitement. The kiss grew hotter, wetter, and his hands tightened almost painfully in her hair.
"Oh, man,” he groaned. “You're incredible, Ashlyn.” His mouth slid over her cheek, down the side of her neck, sending delicious shivers over her body. Her nipples puckered even harder, and she pressed her aching breasts against him.
He kissed her again, his mouth opening hers even wider, hot and deep and wet. She felt dizzy. She kissed him back, sliding her arms up his warm, broad back, holding him tightly. His mouth lifted from hers and he touched his tongue to her lips, licked, and then thrust into her mouth again.
His hands relaxed in her hair, and he let the strands slide though his fingers as he lowered his hands to her shoulders. The tips of his fingers slid under the straps of her tank top and lower, to touch the tops of her swelling breasts. She wanted more and without thinking, she took a step back from him, reached for the hem of her top, and yanked it off over her head.
She looked at his face, his eyes glazed and hot as he gazed at her breasts swelling out of the cups of her bra. It wasn't the sexiest bra she owned, a basic T-shirt bra in pink flowered cotton, but he seemed fascinated by it. She smiled and lifted her arms to twine them around his neck.
"Ashlyn,” he said hoarsely, his hands lifting to her breasts, cupping their fullness. Then his fingers searched for the clasp, which he seemed to know was at the front, and with a quick flick he had it open and pushed her bra back off her shoulders.
She shrugged so it fell off her arms, dropping to the deck behind her, and leaned into his hands. God! His touch on her breasts felt so good. It was almost beyond bearing, and she felt herself go wetter between her legs.
The soft breeze off the ocean cooled her heated skin and gently blew her long hair around her face. The waves rolling onto shore created a distant, hushed sound as her ears roared with lust.
His fingers touched her hard nipples, plucked at them, gently pulled at them, sending tugs right to her womb. She moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure that was almost pain. Then, just as she thought she couldn't take any more, he lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.
Sensations shot through her to her core, jolting her, as he sucked on the tip of her breast. “Oh God!” she cried and clutched his hair, pulling his head to her breast for more. “God, Zach."
He slowly let her nipple slide out of his tugging mouth, then kissed his way over to her other breast and did the same.
She writhed beneath his hand and his mouth as he sucked, softly, wetly on her breast. She thought she might die if that aching emptiness between her legs wasn't filled, and again she pushed her hips forward, seeking satisfaction.
"Oh man, Ashlyn,” he muttered. “Hold on, honey."
He turned away from her, sliding his hand down her arm to clasp hers, tugging her over to a lounge chair. When they stood beside it, she reached for his golf shirt, trying to yank it over his head. To her frustration, it stuck on his head.
"The buttons,” he said, voice muffled under the soft fabric. He pulled it down and fumbled for the two buttons, impatiently pulled it off and tossed it aside.
Enough light shone through the huge windows of his house to illuminate his bronzed muscular chest, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. Yikes, he was gorgeous. His shoulders were broad, with large rounded muscles on his upper arms, and a flat, defined and nearly hairless chest and abdomen. She drew in a breath as her eyes moved over him.
When she lifted her eyes to his face, she saw a faint smile on his mouth at the fact that she'd been checking out his body, and she smiled back at him, unashamed. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. “Wow,” was all she could say, and he gave a soft laugh.
"That's my line,” he murmured, his hands moving from her waist to her breasts again. She breathed in slowly, feeling her breasts rise against his palms.
"Come on,” he murmured and gently pulled her down to sit on the lounge chair. The thick cushion gave invitingly under their weight and, turning his body, he somehow maneuvered her down onto the chair so she was lying beneath him. His hand went to the button of her jeans and flicked it open, tugged the short zipper down.
Then, eyes crossing, she felt him slide his hand into her jeans, under her panties, brushing against the curls there. All the air left her lungs, and her body went hot and tingly. She reached down and grabbed his hand to stop him.
He raised his head and looked at her. “No?"
When she saw the fierce arousal on his face, the naked want, but also his concern for her, she relaxed. “Yes,” she whispered. “Sorry. I'm just ... this is incredible."
"I know,” he whispered back. He moved away from her so both hands could tug on her jeans, and in a flash they were off and crumpled in a heap on the wooden deck. She moved her bare legs restlessly as he studied her in only a tiny pink cotton thong.
He smiled admiringly and stroked a hand down her leg, back up to the inside of her thigh, and then gently parted her legs. She closed her eyes, overcome by emotion, and then opened them again, fascinated with his face as he looked at her.
No man had ever looked at her that way.
Yes, she'd had boyfriends and she'd had sex and she'd been complimented; but she had never seen that deep, admiring desire on a man's face as he'd looked at her. In response, her mind spun out of control, and her body dissolved.
She let her legs fall apart, Zach's hands on her inner thighs, stroking up and down. Then his hands went higher, over her hips bones, across her tummy in a shiver-inducing caress.
"You're beautiful, Ashlyn,” he said, his voice low and thick.
The craving in his eyes melted her.
He leaned down and kissed the pink triangle of fabric that covered her curls. As he pressed his mouth there, he inhaled deeply. Ashlyn didn't think she could get any hotter, but at that, she was about to burst into flames. She helplessly moaned again.
He hooked his index fingers under the tiny strips of fabric on each hip and pulled the panties down, his face still between her legs. She shifted her legs together momentarily as he pulled her panties off, and then slowly, sensuously let them part again. His hands pushed her thighs even farther apart as he studied her
"Oh, God, Zach, don't,” she whispered. This was more intimate and exciting than anything she'd ever experienced.
"You're beautiful,” he murmured. His fingers explored her folds, stroking lusciously. “So pretty. I want to taste you."
Her eyes closed, and she melted into the deep cushion as his tongue touched her lightly, licking slowly up and down. His thumbs parted her and his tongue moved deeper, plunging into her, and then licking up and over her clitoris. His touch there jolted her. She was so aroused and on edge, she felt as though she trembled at the top of a cliff, and her hips lifted beneath him. “Ashlyn,” he growled. “I want to make you come."
"Yes.” Even if she could have protested, her body had other ideas, moving against his mouth instinctively, seeking, everything inside her reaching further, higher, tighter until she went over, coming in his mouth with hot, hard shudders that wracked her whole body.
She'd tumbled over the edge of the cliff and was free-falling through dark space.
Zach laid his head on Ashlyn's thigh, her body still quaking beneath him. He tried to catch his own breath, her sexy taste still in his mouth—and he wanted more. When he turned his face back to her beautiful sex, she lifted her hands and tugged his hair.
"I need a minute,” she gasped softly. “And I want you to come. I want you inside me."
He smiled.
He couldn't get his jeans off fast enough, remembering to grab the condom package out of his pocket. He ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock, so rock-hard and throbbing it hurt.
This was unbelievable. His dream girl. Not only had he found her by some incredible twist of fate, but here she was, lying naked beneath him and the stars and the moon, the soft salty ocean breeze caressing their skin.
He gazed down at her for a moment as he supported himself over her, his muscles tight. Her perfect oval face was flushed and gleaming, and when she opened her eyes, they glittered with excitement and satisfaction. Her delicious, wet mouth curved into a seductive smile, and she lifted arms that appeared to be heavy and linked them behind his neck.
"Thank you,” she whispered. “That was incredible. Now fuck me."
Her bold words turned him on as if her voice had wrapped around his dick and squeezed, and his body throbbed with need. Reaching down between them, he found his cock, hard and dripping, and stroked between her wet folds. “You're so wet.” The head of his cock slid over her. She tipped her pelvis beneath him to give him better access and he found her entrance, tight and wet. He pushed in, still holding himself with one hand, then stopped, as his balls drew up tightly and he was almost overcome with an orgasm. With quick, panting breaths, he struggled for control, muscles bunched and straining with the effort.
"It's okay,” she whispered, hands stroking over his shoulders. Her fingers were so soft and feminine—and that made him feel strong and powerful. He took another breath.
"I'm not going to last long. I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it."
"It's okay,” she said again and moved against him. He pushed in but she was tight around him, her inner muscles clenching around his shaft. He pulled back a little and pushed again, and she did too.
"Relax, honey,” he said. “You're so tight."
"You're so big.” She bit her lip.
He pulled back. “Am I hurting you?"
She shook her head violently on the cushion, and her hands went to his ass, jerking him toward her as he thrust hard. Now she was soft and wet enough that he could slide all the way in, although he was still afraid he was hurting her. “I'm okay,” she said, seeming to know. “I want you inside me. All of you.” She lifted her hips again, feet planted on the cushion, and he was lost. The orgasm was like a rogue wave crashing over him, drowning him in exquisite pleasure. And as he poured himself into her, he heard her cry out, felt her slim body tense and press against him through her own second orgasm.
He couldn't help but smile smugly against her hair as he relaxed onto her, shifting his weight to the side so he didn't crush her. As his breath returned and his pounding heart slowed to near normal, he remembered that Connor was inside the house. Grimacing, he stroked Ashlyn's hair and hoped his brother was sound asleep.
He turned to his back, pulling Ashlyn into his arms and holding her to him, looking up at the glittering stars playing peek-a-boo with wispy pale clouds, and laid his hand flat across her smooth stomach.
She laughed. “Holy sh-shoot,” she said. “We just had sex outside."
His own laugh rumbled in his chest. “Yeah. Isn't it great?"
She turned her head to look at him. “Ah ... you do this a lot?"
He grinned. “I've only lived in this house for a few months."
"That's not really answering the question, but never mind.” Her hand came to rest on his chest. He liked the feel of it. His smile broadened with satisfaction and pure joy.Then he suddenly sensed they were being watched, and Ashlyn must have too, because she lifted her head. Sure enough, there was Rocky standing beside them, smiling, eyes soft and dark.
"What a good dog,” she said lazily. “He waited till we were done."
Zach laughed. He felt goose bumps puckering her smooth skin.
"Are you cold?"
She smiled at him. “A little. It is nice out here, though."
"I can go get a blanket ... or we could move inside. To my bed.” He deliberately gave her those two choices, not the choice of going home.
She looked back at him, her eyes glowing but sleepy. “I ... okay. Bed."
He pulled her up, helped her gather the clothes strewn about the deck, and slid open the door for her to enter the house. “Come on, Rocky,” he said softly, and Rocky padded quietly in behind him. He shut the door behind him and locked it, and then led the way down the hall to his bedroom. They were both stark naked, and again he prayed Connor was asleep. Ashlyn didn't seem concerned, apparently comfortable in her nudity, carrying her crumpled clothes in her arms. Her wildly tangled hair created the sexiest hairstyle he'd ever seen, with her makeup smudged a little beneath her eyes.