Page 106 of Bound By Blood

“Ya know,” Zack said when her parents had gone, “I have a feeling they know what was going on in my room this morning.”

Kaitlyn stared at him, her eyes wide. “What makes you think that?”

He shrugged. “Just a hunch.”

“No way. If my dad knew …” Kaitlyn shook her head. “Well, he would have said something. Done something.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Of course. Well … I don’t know. Why do you think they know?”

“Like I said, just a hunch.”

“Well,” Kaitlyn said, grinning, “you’re still alive, so they must not be too upset. And since we’ve already done it, and they already know”—she looked at him through the veil of her lashes—”I’m thinking—”

“Yeah,” Zack said dryly. “I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

She jumped to her feet, her hands fisted on her hips. “Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“You’re a wild, wicked woman, Kaitlyn Liliana Sherrad.”

“If I am, it’s all your fault. I never even thought about s-e-x until I met y-o-u.”

“Sure, blame me. Just like a woman.”

“I am a woman, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Not likely,” he said, grinning.

“I’m going up to my room to read. Good night, Mr.Ravenscroft. Have a pleasant trip.” And so saying, she flounced out of the room.

She was something else, Zack mused as he watched her climb the stairs. His eyes lingered on the angry sway of her hips and her curvy behind. “All mine,” he said. And he wanted her, now and for always.

He was sitting on her bed, legs crossed, feet bare, the pillows propped behind his back, when she opened the door.

He laughed at the look of surprise on her face, but she recovered quickly.

She closed and locked the door behind her, then kicked off her shoes. “Been waiting long?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She yawned behind her hand. “I don’t think I’m in the mood,” she said, stifling a grin.

“No?” He patted the mattress beside him. “Come on over here, and I’ll put you in the mood.”

“Mighty sure of yourself, aren’t you, mister?”

“Yep. No complaints so far,” he said, laughing. “Of course, there was only the one time.”

She stood there, her arms crossed and then, with deliberate slowness, she peeled off her sweater and tossed it on a chair. “Maybe once was enough.” She stepped out of her shoes, unzipped her jeans, and slid them, ever so slowly, over her hips and down her legs. Her gaze never left his face as she kicked her jeans aside.

“Never enough,” Zack said, his gaze moving over her from head to heel.

The heat in his eyes seared her skin as she removed her bra and wriggled out of her panties. “One of us is overdressed,” she remarked.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

She sauntered toward him, hips swaying provocatively. “What would you like me to do?”

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