After eating we went down towards the beach where Aubrey and Steven pulled Hunter along with them to watch the otters and seals that were swimming near the shore, which left Zach and me alone. We didn’t talk while we stood there, but his hand did find mine and there was something significant and beautiful about holding his hand while watching our kids together. Before I was ready he called the kids back up and told them it was time to go so we all piled back in his truck and headed for his house since at dinner Aubrey mentioned she baked a cake and didn’t want it to go to waste when she and Steven left for their mom’s for the rest of the weekend. And that was how one of the best nights I ever had ended, Zach the kids and I sitting in Zach’s living room eating delicious cake while putting together one of gramps puzzles.
Hearing a tap, tap, tap, I come out of my head and frown, looking at the bedroom door, which is closed. When the tap sounds again, I realize the noise is coming from the deck. Sliding out of bed, I move across the room quietly and pull the blinds back an inch, wondering if Louie is outside. Instead, I’m greeted by the sight of Zach standing in a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved thermal shirt with the buttons at his neck undone, and sneakers.
Pushing the blinds back completely, my eyes lock on his as I unhook the latch. Once the door is open, I don’t even have a second to ask him what he’s doing here before his hand is in my still wet hair and his mouth is crashing down on mine. Leading me back into the room, he uses his free hand to slide the door closed behind us, and my body melts into his while my hands wind around his neck. The instant he licks across my lips and his taste explodes on my tongue, I shiver.
“Jesus,” he groans, sliding his hand up the back of my robe before gliding his palm over my bare ass and up my spine. My head falls back and I whimper, feeling the stubble along his jaw scrape the skin of my neck while his tongue touches there. Wanting to feel his skin, I push his shirt up. His hands leave me for a moment so he can reach back over his head and pull off his thermal. Once it’s gone, and my hands have free rein of his smooth skin, I take advantage, running my nails down his chest, over his abs, and then do the same with my mouth, tongue, and teeth.
“Give me your mouth, Shel.”
I nip his chest, ignoring him, but then whimper when his hand in my hair tightens, pulling back, and he takes what he asked for, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He leads me across the room and pushes me back onto the bed, covering my body with his while spreading my robe open.
“Please, Zach,” I pant, as the space between my legs floods with heat, and his hand sweeps up my calf and thigh, pulling it around his waist.
“So perfect.” His words vibrate against the skin of my chest as his lips close around my nipple and he sucks deep, causing my back to arch and my nails to scrape down the skin of his back.
“Oh, God.” I squeeze my eyes tight, feeling his fingers trail between my legs in a light touch. Moving one hand between us, I go to touch myself, but then cry out in frustration as his hand latches onto my wrist.
“Don’t.”
My body stills as he lets my wrist go and moves his fingers back to where they were, plunging two deep inside of me.
Lifting my head, I latch onto his shoulder with my teeth as his thumb circles my clit, and I feel an orgasm build in my lower belly. “Please don’t stop. I’m close,” I murmur, running my hands up his back, into his hair, and holding on there. “Please, I’m so close.” I bite my lip, and then I feel it happen as it takes me by surprise, sending me into a tailspin over the edge, and I cling to him as I go.
“Wet, so fucking drenched,” he growls, before his mouth is back on mine and his fingers are back at me, pulling me closer to the edge once more. Nipping at my bottom lip, his mouth leaves mine and his lips trail down my neck then over my breast.
“What are you doing?” I panic, as his lips move down over my stomach.
“Gonna eat you.” He nips the skin there, and I try to sit up, but his hand presses down on my belly to hold me in place.
“You don’t have to do that.” His brows draw together, making him look almost dangerous. I try to sit up again then arch my back as his fingers move over my sensitive clit.
“Relax,” he commands, but I can’t. I don’t like oral sex, not anymore. I want to enjoy it like every other woman in the world does, But I can never relax enough to get myself there or at least I haven’t been able to for the last fifteen years.
“Please, just come up here,” I plead, then whimper as his fingers flick over my clit again.
“Lie back.”
I shake my head no, but then fall to my back when his hand moves up to my breast, pulling my nipple hard enough to send a shot of heat to my clit. Before I can say more, his mouth is on me and he’s eating me like he’s starved. Devouring me with licks, bites, and sucks. Holding me open with his arms wrapped around my thighs, restricting my movement. My fingers thread through his hair and my body comes alive under his mouth, making me feel something I haven’t felt in years.
“Zach.” I press my head back into the pillow and move my hands to grip the sheets underneath me, moaning his name as I come hard. Before I can recover completely, his body is covering mine, and my taste mixed with his is on my tongue as he kisses me deep and hard. Moving my hands between us, I unhook the button of his jeans then push them down enough to wrap my hands around his long hard length.
“I need to be in you,” he groans, bucking his hips in my hand when I slide down then up.