Page 39 of Bedroom Therapy

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, his lips nibbling at her ear as he reversed the position of his hands, sliding the vibrator down her body, while his free hand came up to play with one breast.

He had never used a vibrator on a woman, but he was pretty sure the tingling sensation he felt in his fingers would be even more effective on her clit. “Do you put this thing inside you?” he asked.

“Not usually. I. . .”

“I think I can figure it out,” he whispered. He held the magic wand vertically against her clit, rocking it slightly, feeling her squirm in his grasp. He felt her heart pounding under his other hand, heard her breath hissing in and out of her lungs. She threw her head back against his shoulder, and he could see her eyes were squeezed shut. He kept pleasuring her with the vibrating shaft while he played with first one nipple and then the other. She made a small pleading sound just before her whole body went rigid and she cried out with the force of her orgasm. He kept the vibrator where it was until she slumped back against him, knowing that the orgasm would be better if he continued giving her stimulation until she was finished.

When he felt her relax, he pulled the penis-shaped device out of her shorts and switched off the motor, but his hand still grasped the hard plastic as he tried to bring his own reactions under control.

“Zachary?”

Her question brought his mind back into focus.

“I think you know me well enough to call me Zach,” he said, brushing his lips against the top of her hair.

“Zach,” she repeated in an unsteady voice. “I. . .” She didn’t finish the sentence. She still stood with her face away from him. But her head was bent, and he knew that now that she’d come back to earth, she was probably abashed by what had just happened. He wanted to get the damn vibrator out of his hand. Tossing it on the bed would be sort of crass, he thought. Instead he set it quietly down on the bedside table.

Then he skimmed his lips against her jawline as he reached to pull her bra down and her shirt back into place. He thought about hooking the bra, then decided he should leave that for her.

Still nuzzling her neck and the side of her face, he whispered, “That was incredible.”

She cleared her throat and tried to turn, but he held her where she was. “What about you?” she asked, her voice very husky and very sexy.

“I’m fine,” he answered quickly.

“You’re. . .” She reached around behind her, and was sure she was trying to force the issue. Which he wasn’t going to allow. Instead, he took a quick step back, catching the hand that was headed for his cock.

“We’ll worry about me later.”

“I’m not in the habit of . . . of taking my pleasure and not giving anything back.”

He thought about telling her that being in this condition was all too familiar for him, then decided he’d be a fool to open himself up to that extent.

But he needed a reason why they weren’t going to be doing anything else right now. The answer came to him in a flash, and he felt a surge of embarrassment of his own. When he swore under his breath, she turned her head to look at him.

“What?”

“We came here to get your clothing because you were being stalked by the guy who broke in here last night. We were going to get in and out of the house as fast as we could so he wouldn’t get another crack at you. Fooling around wasn’t on the schedule.”

“I wasn’t planning to fool around,” she murmured.

He made his voice soothing. “I know that. What happened was entirely my fault. Well—let’s not think of it in terms a felony. I saw a very sexy opportunity and I took it. But now we’re going to get back on track. Collect your stuff--quickly.”

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Amanda gave him a little nod, and he exited the room, leaving her still standing by the bed. Glad to be alone again, she quickly fit her breasts back into the cups of the bra, adjusted the straps, and then worked the hook at the back.

Breathing out a little sigh, she looked around the room. The vibrator was lying on the bedside table. Snatching it up, she shoved it into the box of clothing that she’d emptied from the drawers. Then she went into the bathroom where she started putting toilet articles into another box.

At first she was glad to let the activity occupy her mind. Then she found herself thinking about Zachary. Zach.

He’d made love to her as they stood beside the bed. Well, not exactly making love. But he’d touched her and kissed her and brought her to climax with the hard shaft of the vibrator—after he’d told her that finding the damn thing in her drawer was sexy. He’d given her great pleasure, and she’d been prepared to return the favor any way he wanted. Before she could, he’d backed away.

She didn’t think many guys would have gone that route. What was Zach Grant thinking—really?

He’d come up with the perfect excuse. In fact, she understood that they had to get out of here. But she was willing to bet that he’d cited the danger because he didn’t want the physical stuff to focus on him.

Why not?

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