Page 71 of Bound By Blood

“Is it all right?”

“You don’t have to ask, Katy darlin’.”

With a moan that was very near a growl, she gave in to the urge to taste him. And when she’d had enough, she drew his head to her neck, reveling in his bite, in the sensual pleasure of it. She had never been intimate with a man, but she couldn’t imagine anything being more wonderful than this.

Reluctantly, Zack lifted his head. His whole body throbbed with need. It was time to call it a night, time to go downstairs before he did something foolish—like make love to her there, on the floor, in the moonlight.

Kaitlyn looked up at him, her eyes wide, and he knew her thoughts were running parallel with his.

“Come on, darlin’,” he said, pulling her to her feet, “let’s get out of here before we get into real trouble.”

“Not yet.”

“Katy, I’m not made of steel. Besides, we’re no longer alone.”

He had barely finished speaking when the lights went on.

Zack glanced over Kaitlyn’s shoulder. Her father stood in the doorway, his displeasure evident in his expression.

“Kaitlyn,” Drake said sternly, “your mother is looking for you. She is waiting in your room.”

“We’re coming, Dad. We were just … uh … looking at the stars.”

“Indeed. I will wait for you downstairs.”

“Is he going to follow us everywhere we go?” Zack asked.

“I hope not,” Kaitlyn muttered. “Good thing you’ve got so much willpower.”

“Yeah. I don’t even want to think about what he’d say if I’d let you seduce me.”

“Very funny,” Kaitlyn retorted.

“I thought so,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Be a good girl, and I’ll let you walk me home.”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “OH, Zackary,” she said with a fake, sugary-sweet Southern accent, “yawl are so good to me.”

“Okay, Scarlett,” he muttered, taking her hand in his. Side by side, they walked down the stairs, stopping to kiss on each landing until they reached the main floor. Drake was waiting for them.

“Hi, Daddy,” Kaitlyn drawled. “Don’t wait up.”

Drake scowled at her.

“Well done,” Zack said, grinning.

When they reached Zack’s room, he muttered, “I guess I should have seduced you when I had the chance.”

“I guess so. Good night, Zack.”

“What? No kiss?” He glanced down the hallway to where Drake stood, arms folded over his chest, watching their every move.

Zack grunted softly. What the hell. If her old man wanted to watch, he’d give him something to see. Drawing Kaitlyn into his arms, Zack kissed her slowly, his tongue teasing hers, his arm holding her body tightly against his.

She went up on her tiptoes, her arms twining around his neck as she kissed him back.

The enthusiasm of Kaitlyn’s response, the heat of her nubile body, made him forget that her father was watching. Until Drake cleared his throat.

Stifling a grin, Zack released her. “See you tomorrow night, Katy.”

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