Page 54 of The Last Love Song
“Let go,” he urged, needing her naked as soon as possible. The heat between them had been a long, slow build. But it was consuming him now, singeing the edges of his brain and taking on a life of its own. Shrugging out of his shirt, he flicked open the clasp on her bra. Savored the sight of her high, perfect breasts.
“Heather.” He wanted her eyes on him one last time before they became totally lost in this. Needed that connection with her so she understood what this meant to him.
“Mmm?” She said it between kisses, her lips barely pausing as they molded to his chest, her tongue sneaking out to stroke lightly.
He cupped her cheeks in his hands, holding her delicate, perfect features. He studied her in the firelight until she opened her eyes and looked at him. Really looked at him.
Of course, she couldn’t see all the things he was feeling. All the ways he wanted this moment to mean something. Hell, he barely understood it himself. He’d been on the periphery of her world for so long he hadn’t realized how much he wanted inside. But since he couldn’t stand to think about losing her, he would focus all his effort on making sure this would be a night she’d never, ever forget.
Laying her down on the sofa, he tugged her jeans down long, slender legs. Stripped off the pink satin that clung to her hips.
His brain burned with the image of her body glowing in the firelight. Blue eyes locked on his. Unwavering. His heart quickened with the need to take her. Have her. Keep her. He discarded his pants and boxers, remembering belatedly to retrieve a condom before he set the pants aside.
Staring into her beautiful eyes, he made room for himself between her thighs. Steadied her hips. And slid deep inside her.
Finally.
Heather gazedat Zach, mesmerized by what was happening between them. It wasn’t merely the amazing feel of all that male strength over her, around her, inside her. No, it was more than that. A soul-deep fire that she would have been just as happy not to acknowledge.
Zach had made her look in his eyes though, so she could see it. Whatever was happening between them burned away all her good sense. All her cares about anything but him. This.
Right now.
When at last he moved, she realized he’d been holding still, waiting for her to adjust. To relax. To be ready for what was happening. That movement turned her inside out, sent her arms around his neck to hold on tight.
The slick, heated glide of his body with hers undid her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t respond so much as simplyfeel. The hard plane of his chest against her sensitive breasts. The warmth of his breath on her neck as he lowered a kiss to a spot beneath her ear. The sensation of his tongue circling an erogenous zone she’d never known existed. She couldn’t catch her breath.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Her hands streaked down his back, savoring the feel of all that male muscle. Staring up at him through her lashes, she admired all that taut, lean strength his well-cut suits had onlyhinted at. She wanted to slow down. To take her time and make this night last and last, but her body didn’t want any part of slow.
Her heart thrummed at its own pace, caught up in the way Zach moved inside her. The way he kissed her neck. Cradled her hips in strong hands.
Then he rolled her on top of him, sitting up so she straddled him. Her hair blanketed her shoulders, her only covering as his eyes roamed over her. Devoured her like a starving man.
All it took was a few encouraging words in her ear, words whispered in a seductive breath along her damp, overheated neck. He told her she was beautiful. Sexy. That she drove him out of his mind…a litany of sweet words that were a teasing touch compared to the hard, relentless thrust of his body inside hers. It drove her higher and higher, pushing her over the sensual ledge until she flew apart in his arms in a haze of endless, lush sensation.
He joined her soon after, her body still pulsing around his when she felt the surge of his hips. The double time of his heart rate when he clutched her to his chest and held her as if he’d never let go.
It was perfect.
Absolutely freaking perfect.
But she couldn’t catch her breath to tell him. Couldn’t make her brain function beyond the soft cloud of thoughts in her head.
Yet, as he lay beside her on the sofa, both of them fighting to slow their breathing, Zach tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“You want to know the best part?” he asked.
“It gets better?” she asked, proud of herself for making her tongue work.
“This was just the first time.”
Chapter Thirteen
Heather wasn’t surehow much time had passed when she felt a warm blanket sliding over her hip. She lay on the leather sofa, half wrapped in Zach’s arms, her cheek pillowed by one hard biceps. His other arm slid around her waist now that he had the blanket in place.
The light of the fire remained the only illumination, so she guessed they’d only been lying together for an hour or two. She should feel happy to have so much male warmth around her and the promise of more sensual touches throughout the night.
