“Please, Zach.”
He wasn’t made of stone. Well, one part of him was at the moment. Within seconds, his clothes were in disarray on the floor. He stepped in behind her and nestled her into his chest.
He wanted to help her, to comfort her, to take away whatever was hurting her. So why didn’t his dick understand that? Her beautiful body felt perfect against him, like she was created to fit into him. The Honey Milk softened the water, and the slickness of her delicate skin against his chest…
He couldn’t hide his arousal. He would control himself, but his erection was there to stay. He hoped it didn’t bother her.
She seemed oblivious. He was hyper-conscious of her breathing. Every rise and fall of her chest sank her more deeply into him. He reached to the side, grabbed a bar of soap, lathered it between his palms, and spread the silky suds onto her arms, caressing her lightly. She sighed, a delicate flutter against his arms, so he lathered up some more and ran it over her breasts, pausing for a moment to squeeze them lightly.
“That’s nice,” she whispered, turning her head slightly. He lowered his mouth to her cheek and gave her a chaste kiss.
She surprised him when she turned around and hugged her cheek to his hard chest. When she wrapped her arms around him, he exhaled slowly, hoping his hardness didn’t disturb her relaxation. They stayed in that position for a while, until the water became lukewarm.
Zach kissed the top of her golden head. “The water’s cooling off, darlin’. Do you want to get out now?”
She nodded, sat up, and stepped out of the tub. He stepped behind her and wrapped her in a towel. He dried her and sheathed her in a fluffy white robe provided by the hotel. After drying himself and donning another robe, he led her to the bed and laid her down. She curled onto her side and closed her eyes. He lay down behind her, spoon fashion, and wrapped her in his arms. Soon the heavy breathing of her slumber calmed him, and he fell asleep.
* * *
He awoke to her caresses. She was touching his face, running her slender fingers over his cheekbones, his nose, his lips. He puckered his lips and kissed her fingers.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” she said.
“You’re welcome. I was glad to do it.” He cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her delicate skin. “Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?”
She shook her head and then leaned down and brushed her cherry lips across his. “I don’t want to talk,” she said. “I just want to make love.”
Zach’s heart leaped, and another part of his anatomy responded, as well. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure. And I’m sorry I ran from you so many times. I was frightened. But I’m not anymore. I want you.”
“Don’t you think we should talk first?” Talk? A beautiful woman wants you and you’re trying to talk?
“We can talk later.” Her voice sounded sweet, yet sultry. “Right now I want you inside me.”
Jesus, she didn’t have to ask twice. He sighed as he pushed her beautiful golden waves out of her eyes. “Darlin’, I want you so much.”
“I want you, too.”
“Come here.” He pulled her to him and kissed her beautiful mouth, running his tongue over the seam of her lips and coaxing them open. When her tongue darted out and touched his, he nearly came right there. The sweet spiciness of her mouth, the silky texture, the scent of her hair, of her arousal. He kissed her with a strange mixture of reverence and a strong passion he had never known. He was going to make this good for her. So good.
He continued to kiss her as he caressed her neck, her shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen anyone more lovely.”
Dusty closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Zach nuzzled her neck, her pulse point, inhaling her sweet fragrance. “Come here, darlin’,” he said and pulled her down on the bed. He pushed the robe from her lovely body and removed his own. He leaned over her and kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth with urgency. Taking. Giving. She responded with a frenzy.
Yes, she wanted this as much as he did.
He broke from her mouth and licked his way down to her beautiful breasts, circling each pebbled nipple, biting and tugging. Her sighs and moans fueled him as he worshiped her. When her nipples were deep ruby from his attention, he kissed her belly, pushed his tongue into her navel, and buried his nose in her golden curls. Oh, the sweet scent of her arousal, muskiness mixed with fresh apples. He could drown in it. He moved his mouth just a hair’s breadth farther down and kissed her swollen folds.
Her sex glistened with cream. He almost felt he could be satisfied just to look at her.
Almost.
Then he dove in.
Sweet, sweet ecstasy. She made such sexy, exquisite noises as he feasted. She urged him on, told him how much she loved what he was doing. Her folds were soft and silky against his tongue. He brought her to the edge several times before he let her come, and then he slid two fingers inside her and felt each and every spasm as she shouted his name.
“Oh my God,” Dusty said breathlessly. “That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”