Page 287 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

His eyes fixate on mine, and he’s turned toward me, his left arm resting on the back of the couch. The next thing I know, his left arm is around me, and I’m kissing his beautiful lips.

He grunts, and I pull back, already in the middle of an apology. Before I get too far, though, he holds up a hand and says, “I was about to spill my drink.” Zach leans forward, sets his martini on the coffee table, and now he’s kissing me.

I naturally lean back, pulling him with me until my shoulders come to rest between the armrest and the back of the couch. While I may have made the first move, at least physically, he seems more than happy to take it from there.

Zach kisses my neck, whispering, “You’re beautiful,” and I’m covering my mouth to prevent the laugh from escaping me.

He glances up, but I tell him, “Don’t worry about it.” His lips meet mine again. This whole thing is just crazy.

I look over at the clock on the wall to see how much time we have before Naomi gets home, but before my mind can process the numbers, I’m closing my eyes. She said she’d be gone all night. I need to stop worrying all the time.

Zach pulls back and my eyes open again. He says, “This is a bit sudden, don’t you think?”

He doesn’t know what I’ve been thinking about in the shower over the past couple of days, or else he might have a different opinion.

“I need you to tell me something,” I say.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Is this just a sexual thing, or are you looking for something more?” I ask.

“More,” he says, “always more.”

“Always?” I ask. “I don’t know. I’ve put up a pretty good fight here, and I can’t help feeling like I’m letting myself down a little.”

He has to be frustrated, but he doesn’t let it show.

“Okay,” he says. “Let’s talk about it.”

“See,” I say, “that’s the thing. I don’t feel like talking. I just need to know that you’re not going to up and leave if something were to happen between us.”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You know,” I answer, my voice soft enough he’s leaning in to hear me, “sexually.”

“Nothing has to happen tonight,” he says. “I’m sure after a while, we may want to talk about it a bit more, but I’m not going to—”

I pitch forward, kissing him hard on the lips. A second later, he’s the one leaning back into the couch.

My arms are tight around him, and I’m on top of him now as he adjusts his position. When he settles, I lower my hips and I can feel the proof of his attraction as my center comes to rest on his.

Zach is running his hands up and down my back and for once in my life, I stop thinking about all the what-ifs. I just give myself over to him.

I lean back a little and start unbuttoning his shirt. Zach brushes the hair out of my face and rests his hand on my cheek as he looks up at me.

With Zach’s shirt now unbuttoned, I part the front to reveal his tan, muscular upper body. I kiss his chest as he starts tugging at the bottom of my wonderfully short dress.

I start working my way down his chest, over his firm abs and all the way down to the top of his pants. Taking a deep breath in, I unfasten the button and pull down the zipper.

Zach’s erection is barely hindered by the fabric of his boxers, and he’s a good deal bigger than I thought he’d be. I’m a bit nervous as I lift the waistband over him.

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I kiss Zach’s tip. He lets out a pleasured sigh, and I swirl my tongue over his flared ridge.

Finally gathering my courage, I relax my jaw and take him into my mouth.

He’s hard, pulsing in my mouth, and I’m looking up at him. It appears like he’s all right with the fact I can’t fit all of him in my mouth at once. Judging by the way his eyes are rolled back in his head, I’d say he’s more than all right.

I work my lips back to the tip of his shaft, making a loud smacking sound as the suction breaks, and I give Zach a wicked smile while my hand grips and slips over his shaft.

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