She tossed his slacks and socks aside.
“Wallet,” he said. “In my pocket.”
But she was focused on his body. Lust darkened her expression as she stroked his wet length.
Zach clenched his teeth. “Tessa.” When her heavy-lidded eyes darted to his, he said, “Wallet, honey.”
She scraped her lower lip between her teeth, then searched his pants. When she found the wallet, she set it on his stomach and climbed up on the lounge with him, her knees flanking his hips, hands at his shoulders before she sank in for a deep, slow kiss.
Zach growled, wrapped one of his arms around her back, and pulled her down until their bare bellies touched and her legs tangled with his. “God, I want you.”
The smile that curved her mouth, the sparkle in her eyes, hammered him like a pipeline wave just before she covered his mouth with hers again.
Zach pulled into a sit-up, carrying her with him. He skimmed his hands up her back and unclipped her bra. Tessa leaned back and averted her eyes while he slid the fabric down her arms and let it fall.
He already knew her breasts were on the small side, but seeing them, pale, perky, and plump with perfect dusky tips, made their size utterly irrelevant. He cupped both at once and groaned at the feel of the petal-soft flesh in his palms. Dropping his head, he kissed his way to one taut nipple and licked it. Tessa’s indrawn breath confirmed their sensitivity. A sensitivity he was in the perfect position to exploit. He curved one arm at her narrow waist, dropped his head, and opened wide over one breast. She was supple and soft, and Zach devoured her with the hunger of someone who’d been starving for months.
Tessa moaned and arched her back. Adrenaline surged. She was so much more than he’d expected—sweeter, sexier, hotter, hungrier. She rocked her hips, moving her heat along his cock. A sensual moan floated from her throat, and Zach’s need lunged higher.
He closed his mouth around her nipple, adding a little bite. Tessa’s head fell back, her hand squeezed the back of his neck, and her mouth opened on a low cry of pleasure.
Every sound, every move, nudged Zach toward the edge of control. Other women were all about the fuck—harder, faster, deeper. All about the show—mewling kitten sounds and high-pitched, breathy screams, as if they were imitating porn. Other women wanted everything on the edge, in the extreme. Other women slept with Zach for what or who he was—be it a pro surfer or a guy who worked with movie stars. Real or not, Zach felt like Tessa was with him in spite of who he was, not because of it.
Tessa was so real, so authentically lost in the pleasure, she made his head spin. All she seemed to want was sheer pleasure. A deep, mind-bending escape from reality. And even though she’d clearly had a different agenda tonight, even though she had something precious pulling her home, she’d taken a chance on him. Said yes to him. And Zach was determined not to disappoint.
He scraped his teeth over her tight nipple, drawing a delicious shudder from her little body. He licked the abrasion and repeated the rhythm from the beginning, slowly driving them both crazy.
When she was writhing against his cock, he moved to the other breast, whispering, “Come for me, Tess.”
And he closed his mouth over her nipple.
She whimpered, slid an arm around his neck, pressed her cheek to his head, and rode him like she couldn’t get enough. Her body tightened like wire. Her hips picked up speed. Her hot, rasping breaths quickened.
“That’s it.” Zach murmured against her skin, relishing the feel of her losing all that control she wore like armor. “Give it to me, baby.”
A little choke ebbed from her throat and all her muscles contracted on a cry. Zach tilted his head back and watched her pretty face tighten with ecstasy. Waited while bliss filtered in. And smiled when her light eyes opened with the haze of awe.
She dropped her forehead to his shoulder, panting. “I understand.”
Zach ran a hand over her hair while she caught her breath and he found a measure of control. “Understand what?”
“Why all those women chase you.”
Laughter ebbed from his throat. “Whoa, hold on.” He leaned away. “What about my charming wit? My boyish good looks?” He pointed at his head. “Or this razor-sharp mind?”
Now she was laughing, her whole body shaking, and joy filtered through Zach. A smooth, warm joy he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“Oh, honey.” He pushed the hair off her face with both hands. “I can’t wait to get inside you. Get you under my mouth.” He pulled her into a kiss designed to show her exactly what to expect. Then lifted her to her feet by the waist and slipped her pretty white lace panties down her thighs. Her sex was decorated with a thin strip of dark hair, and he was beyond ready to glide his cock along that runway to heaven for a perfect landing.
He pressed a hand between her breasts and slid down her abdomen, her belly, and between her legs. So much warm, smooth skin to explore. And, oh, she was wet. Dripping on his fingers. While he touched and teased, sliding his fingers deeply, slowly into her body, he found the condom in his wallet with his other hand. Clamped a corner between his teeth and ripped the package open.
Then it disappeared from his hand.
“Let me.” Tessa knelt on the leather again and pushed him to his back.
She fiddled with the condom until Zach was ready to take it away from her, but she finally got it right and eased the latex over the head of his cock. Her touch shot wickedly erotic sensations through his cock and deep into his pelvis, and Zach clenched his teeth to endure the sweet torture.
When her fingers touched the base of his shaft, Zach gripped her waist and positioned her over his cock. She put a balancing hand on his chest and used the other to place him perfectly against her slick entrance. Zach curved a hand around the back of her neck, and when she met his gaze, he said, “Take me, Tess. All of me.”