Page 47 of Treat Her Right

“I didn’t!”

“I wanted to spend more time tasting you. More time hearing you make all those sweet little squeaking womanly noises.”

He was dead to the world, barely able to drum up a little teasing, and she had the energy to slug him in the shoulder. Luckily he was still numb so it didn’t hurt.

“I donotsqueak!”

He smoothed his hand down her back, discovered her dress was still hiked up, and patted her bare bottom. It was a nice big bottom, filling his large hand. “You squeak and you moan and I like it.”

“You did your own share of moaning.”

“Men don’t moan,” he informed her, “they groan. There’s a definite difference.”

“Whatever you say.”

He smiled. “I like how you taste, too.”

She ducked her head and rubbed herself against him.

Because he was too comfortable, too replete, he admitted, “At least I should finally sleep tonight.”

“Are you saying you haven’t slept well lately?”

He used both hands to hold on to her backside and anchor her close. “No. I’ve been as restless as a horny teenager.”

That had her laughing, but she quickly sobered. “My parents are moving in tomorrow.”

Zack yawned. “Yeah, I remember.”

Turning shy on him, she curled her finger in and around his chest hair and said, “I was hoping we could maybe do this again.”

Her meaning sank in and Zack stilled. Ah hell, he couldn’t possibly be expected to get his fill of her in one lousy night! He’d been too primed and ended it too quickly. He hadn’t luxuriated in her, hadn’t explored her as he’d meant to, as he’d thought about doing.

A week, maybe two weeks, would take the edge off. But not one damn night.

“May I assume by your frown that you want to do this again?” Wynn asked.

Zack lifted his head enough to feast on her mouth in a long, slow, wet, eating kiss. When he released her, they were both panting again. “Yeah,” he said, “you can assume that.”

Wynn tucked her head into his shoulder. She had one leg bent across his abdomen, the other stretched out to the bottom of the hammock. Zack had one leg on the outside of hers, the other over the side with his foot firmly planted on the ground so he could keep them swaying.

He mulled over a few possibilities and then asked, “Are your parents the protective sort?”

She snorted. “No.”

He didn’t like how quickly she answered that. Parents should be protective, especially of a daughter living alone. But since he had his own plans, he didn’t say so. “I’ve got stuff planned tomorrow and Tuesday. But Wednesday I should get home from work around eight. By nine-thirty I can have Dani tucked away.” His mind conjured all sorts of erotic possibilities and he growled, “Is it possible you could come visit me, say to use the hot tub, and they wouldn’t check up on you?”

Though Wynn didn’t move, the rushing of her heartbeat gave away her excitement. “They wouldn’t think a thing of it. They’re used to me being pals with guys.”

That made Zack chuckle. Damn, she tickled him with her strange replies and stranger relationships. “It’ll be dark by then. I’ll watch for you.”

“Let’s make it ten o’clock. My parents will be in bed by then.”

Her position left her soft sex open and vulnerable to him. Zack trailed his fingertips over her bottom cheeks until he could feel the heat of her. He pressed. “Have you ever made love in a hot tub?”

“No.” She reared up to glower at him, and the heat in her eyes was a combination of suspicion and arousal. Because of where and how he touched her, her voice shook when she demanded, “Have you?”

Zack thought she might be jealous, and oddly enough, he liked that. “No.” He could see her face clearly now, the incredible hazel eyes, the long lashes and the very kissable mouth. “I’ve never made love against a tree before either. Or in a hammock.”

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