Page 74 of The Last Love Song
He would never get tired of looking at her.
Never get tired of wanting her.
It was the only thought in his head as he eased inside her, sinking himself as deep as he could go. She froze, her hands balanced on his chest, her teeth clamped on the soft fullness of her lower lip.
When he began to move, she met him thrust for thrust, each slick stroke taking him higher. Her forehead fell forward, trailing long red hair along the side of his cheek like a curtain unfurling. The silky strands teased his jaw, snagging on the rough edge of his whiskers, casting her face in shadow.
He captured her chin and kissed her hard. Holding her there, he pressed deeper into her. Again. And again.
When she started to move with him, he broke the kiss, the tension so high his chest burned. He reached between them to find the tender bud between her legs and rubbed it slowly, plucking at the swollen dampness.
She hit her peak again seconds before he did, her body slick with sweat, her hair sticking to her neck as she bit his shoulder and cried out against his flesh.
His release went on and on, wringing him out until he twitched with the aftershocks. He slumped on the bench, not sure he remembered his name. Not sure he needed to know it anyhow.
He stroked Heather’s shoulder. Her back.
“We should move you,” he said. “It’s not good for your joints to stay in an awkward position.”
“You’re right. Thank you for the reminder. For caring.” She levered back gently as they disentangled. “It’s nice that you know that about me.”
He’d like to know so much more about her, but he didn’t think now was the moment to press his luck. His time with her might be limited, but he would spend the rest of it making her happy and not pushing for more.
A rap on the outer door made them both go still.
“Zach!” a woman’s voice shouted. “Are you in there?”
“Who is that?” Heather asked, already straightening her skirt.
He closed his eyes and pressed a thumb to his temple. Of all the times for his sister to show up. He needed to help her, but God, if he could have had ten more minutes to hold Heather.
He picked up her sweater and passed it to her. “Did I mention my sister is in town?”
“Really?” Heather squeaked, yanking the sweater over her head.
“Unfortunately.” He zipped up his pants.
“Why unfortunately?” She tossed his shirt at him. “I thought you two were close.”
“We are.” He jammed his wallet into his back pocket and slid the shirt on while Heather found her shoes. “But I worry about her being back in town since her stalker has never been caught.”
“Zach?”Another shout came through the front door, followed by more banging.
“Then we’d better make sure we keep her safe.” Heather opened the office door and hurried toward the main entrance of the Merchants Building.
Zach braced himself as he locked the office behind them.
When he heard the front door open, he heard his sister squeal like a teenager.
“Heather Finley!” she shouted, stepping into the lounge area in a jingle of bracelets and beads. Even her earrings were decorated with tiny crystals. “So good to see you again!”
“Gabriella?” Heather said softly, perhaps confused what name to call her.
Zach nodded as Ellie reached behind her to close the door. Except that Sam barreled in right after her.
“Sorry, Zach,” he muttered. “I tried to keep her occupied.” Sam closed the outer door so the four of them were inside the Merchants Building alone.
“Too bad he refuses to occupy me the way I’d like to be distracted.” Ellie made a pretty pout at Sam, but he hardly noticed.
