Page 45 of Treat Her Right

Zack went to his knees and pushed the dress higher.

Startled, Wynn tried to step away, but the tree was at her back and Zack held her securely. “Whatare youdoing?” She sounded frantic as she pulled at his shoulders.

“It’s dark.” Zack glanced up, saw her embarrassment even in the night shadows and asked gently, “No man’s ever kissed you here?”

She smacked at his shoulder.“Zack,”she hissed, and to his amazement, she looked around.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s a little late to be worrying about voyeurs, Wynn.”

“But…” She held his shoulders securely, as if she could keep him away. “You can’t do that out here!”

“We can have intercourse, but not oral sex?”

She gasped, thoroughly scandalized by his words, and quickly looked around the deserted yard again. Zack loved it. For once he had the upper hand and no way in hell would he give it up. Especially since he was dying to taste her, to hear her moan out a climax.

He taunted her, saying, “You’ll like this Wynn. And so will I.”

“I don’t know…”

Knotting the dress in a fist, he anchored it high at the small of her back. He cursed the clouds that made the moon insufficient light. He wanted to see all of her, not just hints of her, curves and hollows exaggerated by the shadows. He wanted to see each soft pink inch of her sex, the dent of her navel, the dimples in her knees.

He groaned; what he could see was spectacular. Her thighs were beautiful, sleek and firm and now pressed tightly together as he stroked them each in turn. He looked up at her breasts, as large as the rest of her, full and white.

He couldn’t tell the color of the hair on her mound, but he guessed it to be the same as her eyebrows, slightly darker than the honey brown hair on her head. He sifted his fingers through her curls and heard her indistinct whimper of excitement. Leaning close, he pressed his cheek to her belly as he touched her.

Her belly…well he’d always loved female bellies. To Zack, they epitomized femininity, soft and slightly rounded and smooth. Wynn’s belly was extremely sexy. He felt her quiver and turned his face, kissing her, licking her navel; all the while his fingers continued to pet her. Nothing more, just petting, but it made him so damn hot he felt burned.

Night sounds closed in around them, the hum of insects, the rustle of a soft breeze through the treetops. Clouds crossed the moon repeatedly, first softening the light, then obliterating it. The air felt thick, charged, damp.

“Zack, I don’t know if I like this…”

“You’ll like it,” he assured her in a rough whisper. He trailed his fingers lower, cupping her, then working his fingertips between her clenched thighs. Her buttocks pressed back against his fist holding her dress. Zack urged her forward again.

He felt her. Her lips were swollen, warm and slick. He touched her gently, sliding back and forth until she grew even wetter, then he pushed one finger deep inside.

Her knees locked and she made a long, raw sound of surprised pleasure. “This,” she rasped, “isn’t at all what I expected.”

Had she expected him to besweet,Zack wondered? Had she thought to be the aggressor? The idea tormented him. Her misconceptions about him could be alternately amusing and enraging.

“Open your legs, Wynn.”

Her head tipped back against the tree and she said, “The way you say that…” She looked down at him. “It really turns me on.”

Zack stared up at her, his finger still pressed deep into the heat of her body, clenched by her muscles, and she wanted to talk? “Open them, Wynn.”

After a long look and a shuddered breath, she obliged him. Zack damn near came watching her long legs shift apart—for him.

“What will you do?” she asked, and she sounded almost as excited as he felt.

“This,” he told her, sliding his finger deeper, then slowly pulling it out. Her muscles gripped him, held on tight. He worked a second finger into her. “You’re tight, Wynn.”

She reached above her head and clasped a branch for support, then moved her legs wider apart. “You expected something else from a big girl like me?”

“I never know what to expect from you.” That was certainly the truth. Tired of talking, Zack kissed her thigh, her hipbone. “You smell incredible.”

She groaned a protest when he pulled his fingers from her, until he began petting her again, spreading her wetness upward, over her clitoris.

She cried out, and her whole body jerked. He continued to touch her, circling and plucking and stroking. Her hips thrust toward him, her whole body straining. He could smell her, the fresh, pungent scent of aroused woman.

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