He stroked her stomach, and eased beneath the elastic band of her bikini panties. His fingers lightly brushed the downy stripe of hair on her mound before moving lower to cup her in his hand. He pressed with his fingers, then slid deeper to alternately cup and flatten his palm over her. She was so wet with arousal his actions caused a faint squelching sound, and her face flamed with mortification. But Zach groaned in wholehearted approval and insinuated his fingers between the dewy lips of her sex.
"Oh, God, sweet" he said reverently, and his eyes slid closed. They reopened almost immediately, but his eyelids remained at half-mast when he stared down to where his hand disappeared beneath her open fly. "This is exactly what I wanted—to feel you hot and wet." He licked his lips and raised his gaze to her eyes. "To feel you all slick." His fingers slid leisurely up and down slippery feminine folds, and every nerve in Lily's body screamed for more.
He gave it to her, too… but just as her breath grew choppy and the rocking of her hips began to strain upward in search of release, he eased his hand out of her pants. "I want you spread out naked beneath me," he said, and tugged at her pants.
"Do you?" Disgruntled at having been brought so close, only to be left hanging, she nevertheless lifted her hips to facilitate her jeans' removal. "How very macho of you. What happens if I want to be on top?"
"Then, honey, climb aboard and show me how you like it." He grinned at her. "You want on top, you get the top. You want the bottom, it's your choice whether you wrap your legs around my waist or prop your ankles on my shoulders. You prefer it doggie style, I'll grab those gorgeous hips and bark with the best of them. I'm not fussy about position, sweet thing, as long as you let me in." He finished peeling her pants down her legs, but ran into a snag when they puddled around her faux alligator Cuban-heeled shoes. There was no way the legs of her jeans would go over them.
"Damn," he muttered. "Guess I have to take these off you after all. There goes my big fantasy." He unbuckled the straps around her ankles and slid the shoes from her feet.
Lily laughed, kicked free of her jeans, and pushed herself to sit up, clad in only a minuscule pair of wine-colored panties. "Tell you what," she offered. "I'll put them back on while you make things a little more equitable by taking off your pants."
He climbed to his feet. "I like the way you think." He watched her put her shoes back on and fasten the straps as he shucked out of his pants. "You've probably heard this a lot, but you've sure got one killer body."
Pure pleasure suffused her, leaving no room for even a flicker of her usual compulsion to catalog her flaws. She simply flashed him a radiant smile. "Thanks." Watching him slide his hands beneath his jockeys and push them down his narrow hips, she blinked. Then she blinked again. And licked her lips.
"Wow," she whispered.
He gave her a crooked grin. "Thanks yourself. I'm hardly in Rocket's class, but I can promise you I've never had any complaints."
This time when she blinked it was in confusion. "You're not in a rocket class?"
"No, I'm not in Rocket's —" Smiling wryly, he shook his head. "Forget it. It's not important."
"Wait, are you talking about your friend John? That Rocket?"
"Yeah."
She stared at his erection so long it began to bob and weave, and he reached down to hold it still. Then she raised her eyes to his. "I don't know, soldier boy. If a guy came at me with something more than what you've got there, I'd probably run for the door. Seems to me that'd be a major case of overkill."
Damn. He dove onto the bed and snatched her up. Clearly surprised, Lily gave a shriek of laughter, and Zach found himself laughing, too, as he rolled them both over and over until they rocked to a halt perilously close to the edge of the mattress. The playfulness caught him by surprise. The kind of sex he was used to was all about being hot and driven and getting to the goal. He'd never thought of it as having fun. But this was fun. And when Lily, who'd ended up draped atop him with her fingers tangled in the hair on his chest, pushed up slightly to grin down at him as if she were queen of the mountain, Zach suddenly felt happier than he had in ages. For a brief moment the realization made him uneasy. Because it didn't pay to get attached to people.
Then he shrugged it off, telling himself not to be an idiot. Hell, he was about to get lucky, and it had been an age since that had happened. So big surprise he felt happy about it.
"You look good on me," he said and ran his hands along Lily's soft-skinned shoulders and down her back, appreciating the tinyness of her waist before smoothing his palms onto the voluptuous curve of her lace-clad butt. Her breasts rested warm and heavy against his diaphragm and they were full, pale, and pink-tipped. He slid his hands back up to cup her elegant little jaw, tunneling his fingers into the soft hair at her nape. " Damn good." Thumbs softly pressing her flushed cheeks, he exerted pressure to bring her face down to his. Raising his head off the mattress to meet her halfway, he kissed her feverishly and all the heat that had been banked between them exploded back into full flame.
Usually he was big on prolonged foreplay, but he wanted inside her—and he wanted inside her now. Luckily for him, Lily seemed to feel the same, for when the head of his dick brushed up against her wet, lace-covered heat, she slowly rocked against it. When she lifted her head and stared down at him, her mouth looked debauched, her blue eyes hot and slumberous.
"I don't think I can wait," she said breathlessly. "You have any protection handy?" She squirmed atop him. "I need… Oh, man, Zach, I need—"
"Satisfaction," he agreed. "I know. Me, too." Clamping her to him, he tipped them toward the edge of the bed. "Can you reach the nightstand drawer?" He sucked in a harsh breath when her stretch for it rasped her nipples across his chest. Then she pulled the drawer open. "Excellent. Inside there's a—"
"Got it."
Her hand emerged from the drawer clutching the tin foil packet, and he immediately rolled them back to their former position. Hands on her narrow waist, he scooted her up until one of her beaded, pink nipples was directly above his mouth. Raising his head, he gently bit it.
She cried out and dropped the condom. While he enjoyed himself nursing away the small hurt he'd inflicted, she swept up the protection and ripped it open with her teeth. Reaching behind her, she patted around blindly until her hand suddenly brushed the head of his cock.
She immediately glommed onto it, and then it was he who rapped out a curse. His mouth went slack, Lily's nipple eased free, and she pushed up to sit astride his stomach. A second later, she climbed off as if dismounting a horse, and knelt by his side to roll the condom down his erect length. He hissed through his teeth not only at the feel of her small competent hands unfurling the rubber down his hard-on, but at the sight of them.
"Are you dead set on being on top?" he demanded, then gritted his teeth when she tightened her grip on him. He thrust up into her touch.
She seemed to have her work cut out dragging her gaze away from his erection as it pumped through her fist. "Hmm?" she asked vaguely. But then she blinked, gave her head a slight shake, and smiled up at him. "No."
"Good." And in a few efficient moves, he had her flat on her back beneath him. "Then let's satisfy my fantasy." He patted his shoulders. "Let's see those pretty shoes up here."
She laughed and started to comply, but before she could follow through he reached between them.
"Whoops—forgot to remove these," he said, and pulled her bikini panties off her hips and down her legs. Tossing them over his shoulder, he looked down at what he'd revealed and smiled. "And here I thought you were a natural blonde."