No man had ever taken charge of me like this or excited me so much. I’d expected a quickie, a fast and hard shag, but it seemed Zack had other ideas. With excruciating precision he licked and kissed back up to my jaw, finally taking my lips. His tongue plundered, flicking mine and claiming my mouth. He owned me. I was so ravenous for him, I’d agree to pretty much anything, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders to get his attention.
“Yes, gorgeous?” His words vibrated against me.
“I need you, Zack, Please don’t make me wait.”
Chapter Eight
“The dogs,” Zack murmured, while nibbling on my earlobe. “Don’t leave them loose. We might be some time.”
Dogs? My brain chugged slowly and then clicked into place. Gwen and Lily, roaming the sand. I sucked in a ragged breath. Once I left the sanctuary of his lap, would the spell be broken? Would I reclaim my senses and run back to Jasper’s house?
“Come on. I don’t want to wait, either.” He released my hair, and I tried to focus, to slither to the floor. I managed it, but as ungainly as a newborn foal. My knees were weak, my limbs refusing to obey the commands from my lust-fueled brain. I staggered the few steps to the door, Zack right behind me, and I stepped out onto the deck. It was still early, and the beach was empty apart from Jasper’s dogs, nosing the sand a short distance away.
I was about to whistle when Zack shucked up close to me, sliding his hands around my waist and flexing his hips. That had to be his hard-on nudging me, and the ripple of excitement in my belly surged into a freakin’ tidal wave. Get the dogs. Yes. Zack deftly unfastened the button on my jeans and tugged down the zipper. My voice disappeared when I tried to shout, and any thoughts of calling the girls back dissolved.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered, lips nuzzling my ear and fingers diving under the cotton of my panties. “Oh, baby. So fuckin’ wet.” One digit skimmed my swollen clit and I sagged, unable to stand. “Call the dogs, Holly. We don’t go in until they come back.”
Call them? I’d be lucky to say my own name. I managed a feeble whistle and they ignored me. Zack chuckled and slid his other hand under my T-shirt to rest on my stomach, little electric shocks in his wake. Jesus. I’d be undressed in a minute. I ran my tongue over dry lips and sought my voice. Meanwhile, Zack was busy inside my panties and one long finger pushed inside me. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I’d have melted to the floor in a puddle of desire. I heard a muffled groan and realized that was me.
“Get the dogs, baby.” Zack’s teeth grazed the back of my neck. “Otherwise I’ll be fucking you right here.”
God yes. The sensible part of me finally broke through and shook her head. Not here, in public, where anyone might see us. Zack added a second finger and pumped them slowly in and out. Christ, if he kept that up, I’d come. It’d been ages for me; my vibrator was no substitute for a man. My palms were moist, and I flexed my hands, unable to stand still. I wanted to squirm, to push onto his fingers, to grind onto his hard-on, to kiss the hell out of him and all at once. He held me firmly, and the only part I could move was my fingers, digging into his thighs.
The spring inside me tightened, and another whimper escaped my mouth. “Zack.” It was a plea. He pumped faster with his fingers, and I writhed, wanton and uncaring of anything except the feel of him touching me.
“So wet.” His thumb brushed over my hyper-sensitive clit when he spoke, and I bucked, sensation flooding me and pushing me headlong toward my climax.
“Please.” It was the only word I could choke out, and he hummed approval. I teetered on the edge of a mind-bending orgasm, completely at his will. I tried to beg again but couldn’t form even one small word. Any second now. My heart hammered, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. Zack rubbed my clit once more, and it was enough. I fell headlong over the abyss, coming hard with a series of convulsions that threatened to reduce me to jelly.
I sucked in a ragged breath, and the world stopped spinning, Zack’s hand stilled inside my panties, and he brushed a tender openmouthed kiss on my neck. “So fuckin’ hot, baby.” He stroked my clit and sent another wave of tremors down my spine. “Get the dogs, Holly. I want to be in you so bad.”
Lily was trotting in our direction anyway, and I called her with another half-assed whistle. To my eternal gratitude she scampered over to the deck, Gwen following. I released my death grip on Zack and whimpered when he, in turn, withdrew his hands from my panties and T-shirt. He left my jeans undone, pressed another hot kiss on my nape, and stepped back, bending down to grab Lily’s collar and then Gwen’s. His grin made my insides melt.
“You coming, baby?”
I suddenly found my voice. “Again?”
He huffed a laugh. “Fuck, yeah.”
The moment should have been awkward. After all, I stood there partly undressed on the deck, after the most amazing orgasm I’d ever known, but his wicked sense of humor was intoxicating. I couldn’t hold back a giggle as I padded after him into the kitchen. The dogs sat on the tiled floor, watching him expectantly as he filled two bowls with cold water.
Moments later, Zack held out his hand to me. “Come here, gorgeous.” I felt drunk, high on an overdose of sexual energy, and I caught his hand, happy to go with him wherever he asked. He led me into a bedroom, light and airy with morning sunlight painting a bright pattern on the floor, and tugged me into his arms. I took a deep breath and inhaled his amazing scent. It’d tantalized me since he came out of his shower, and he smelled edible. Mmm, I’d get to taste him soon.
He held me close, hands on my hips, devouring me with his eyes. I stroked the back of his neck, loving the feel of the soft, short hair I found there. I explored with my free hand, slipping it between us to cup him through his fatigues. His indrawn breath and wide eyes made me smile. I traced his erection through the fabric, teasing him this time, and feeling bold, I fumbled with the fastening. The button was awkward, and he had to help, but he left me to deal with the zipper and watched as I opened his trousers, a fraction at a time.
He groaned when I dipped my hand into his tight white briefs and brushed my fingertips over the head of his cock. It was then I remembered about protection. I hesitated. Was there ever an easy moment to bring up this subject? Again, he seemed to read my thoughts. “I’ve got a condom. Somewhere.”
“That’s good.” I stole a kiss. “I don’t.”
“That’s good,” he echoed, a smirk on his face. “Taking a condom when you walk the dogs, just in case you bump into me. I’d hate you to think I’m easy.” He yanked down my jeans as he spoke, and they pooled around my ankles. I shivered at the cool air on my bare thighs. The delicious man running his hands across my ass might have had something to do with it, too.
Already my stomach bubbled with anticipation. “Cocky, aren’t you?” I teased.
“Ha.” He grabbed my palm and pressed it to his dick. “You could say that.” It pulsed under my touch, the precum marking a damp patch on his briefs. Need surged in me. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
“Find that condom, Zack.”
Chapter Nine
I sat on the edge of the bed and wriggled out of my T-shirt, toed off my socks, and then admired Zack’s fine ass as he bent over a rucksack on the floor. The fatigues hung loose and low over slim hips, but the tight curves of his butt were still visible. He rummaged through the bag, tearing through the side pockets and muttering under his breath. If he couldn’t find it, we’d have to get creative, or head up to the nearest corner shop. I dropped my denims into an untidy pile with my other clothes and waited.