“Yuck, yuck, and yuck,” I say pleasantly. “Don’t they use diet yogurt to poison rats?”
“No, I think that’s this instant oatmeal,” he says with a laugh. “Maybe we should grab breakfast on the road? I bet we can find a diner with some greasy eggs and bacon.”
I hum and stretch. “Yes, that sounds delicious. But there’s one problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m starving, but…I’m also still naked and in bed,” I say, skin tingling as Zack growls softly on the other end of the line.
“That is a problem. But I think I might have a solution.”
“Oh yeah? Already? That’s quick. I like how problem-solve-y you are.”
“A part of performing for a living. You learn to think on your feet. So here’s what I suggest. You get your sweet ass in the shower, and I’ll be there in five minutes. I’ll make you come while we’re getting clean, and we’ll both be ready to hit the road in search of breakfast by nine.”
“A multitasker, too,” I murmur. “Be still my heart.”
“Less talking, more getting the water running, woman. I’m already halfway up the stairs.”
“You’re taking the stairs up seven floors?”
“I don’t wait for the elevator when you’re ready for me to fuck you.”
My belly flips. “Best sentence ever.” I end the call, swing my legs over the side of the mattress, and hop down onto the plush carpet. I race into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and am stepping into the steamy shower just as I hear the door slam closed out in the main room.
Biting my thumb and smiling like a cartoon villain whose prey is about to walk right into the trap she’s set, I press back against the slick tiles, watching Zack’s hazy silhouette approach through the wavy glass of the shower door. He reaches for the bottom of his shirt and drags it over his head, making my heart beat faster.
“Go away, we don’t want any,” I call out over the sound of the spray.
Zack laughs as he continues to undress. “That’s not what I heard. I heard there was a woman in this room dying to get on my dick.”
Smiling wider, I say, “That sounds about right.”
Zack opens the door, looking way too delicious naked and hard for me to do anything but open my arms and welcome him in.
“I missed you,” he says as he gathers me close. The feel of his wet skin as the water hits our shoulders and streams lower lights up every nerve ending.
“So much,” I agree, moaning into his mouth as he kisses me while palming my breast with his hand, bidding my tingling nipple good morning. “What time did you get up?”
He grins against my lips. “I was up all night. Turns out, I can’t sleep next to you.”
“Oh no.” I pull back, torn between feeling awful for keeping him awake and delicious because his other hand is between my legs, reminding my clit why we like him so much. “Was I making noise or something? Flopping all over the bed? I don’t think I snore, but—”
“You don’t snore. You’re perfect.” His finger pushes inside me, making my knees go gooey in the center. “I just like fucking you too much. My body refuses to settle down and rest in your sex goddess presence.”
I purse my lips. “You could have woken me up, you know. I wouldn’t have minded. Not even a little bit.”
“You were too pretty while you were sleeping, and you need your rest. So do I, so I’m thinking we should do separate bedrooms at the retreat.” He lifts me up, guiding my legs around his waist. “Just for the sleeping part. If that’s okay with you.”
The hot length of him presses against my core, and I twine my arms tighter around his neck with a sigh. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“Whatever I want?” he challenges, the thick head of his erection nudging against my entrance.
“Anything,” I promise, wiggling my hips. I’m already on fire, dying to feel him buried inside me. “As long as you let me come on your cock at least once a day.”
“Three times a day, minimum,” he says as he glides inside me, making me moan as he stretches the places where I’m still a little sore from last night.
“Or more,” I agree, moving with him as he pulls back and pushes in again with enough force to make my tailbone grind against the cold tile.
But the contrast of cool ceramic and the oh, so hot man in my arms is perfect. Sexy. Exhilarating.
“More, please,” I beg as he moves faster, driving into where I’m getting wetter with every passing second.
This man does something to me, something that makes me suspect it would be a good idea to have a spare pair of panties in my purse at all times.
He shifts one hand, trying to reach between us, his fingers bound for my clit, but I shake my head and guide his palm back to my ass.