Page 35 of Feels Like the First Time

Yeah, this was a tiny taste of heaven, all right. And it was even better—Zoe was even better—than he’d dared imagine.

He shuddered with pleasure as he watched her. Images flashed through his mind, a snapshot of this moment imprinting itself in his brain. Oh, yeah, this was heaven. And just as soon as he caught his breath, he was going to get an even bigger taste.

7

AT FIRST, Dex thought the vibration in his thigh was sexual arousal reaching a never-before-felt fever pitch. Then he realized it was his BlackBerry buzzing.

His groan had nothing to do with pleasure. He wanted to ignore it. To continue to focus on what was important: sinking into the glorious oblivion of Zoe’s body.But his phone would only buzz if Tony, the hotel manager, had an emergency.

Damn.

“I have to go,” he murmured against the silken skin of Zoe’s stomach.

“You mean you have to come,” she said, her fingers smoothing over his shoulders in a comforting, kneading motion. Despite his aching frustration, Dex smiled. All she needed was a purr and she’d be the epitome of a satisfied kitty cat.

He forced himself to raise his head from the soft warmth of her body and meet her eyes in the dim light. Their dark-green depths showed contentment, a look he’d rarely seen on Zoe. Oh, yeah, sexual awareness was definitely still there. But like a smoldering fire, the flames were banked for the moment.

Dex’s body screamed in protest, his throbbing dick begging for the pleasure Zoe’s eyes promised. His heart, up till now just an organ, called out its own protest. He’d finally connected with the woman he’d spent most of his life dreaming about. Lying there, engulfed in her warmth and sweetness, Dex realized how vital Zoe was to him, whether she was actually in his life or not. But now that he’d had her there, so to speak, he was damned sure going to make sure she stayed in it.

Desire made it hard to strategize, but Dex’s brain was already compiling ideas. Ways to hold on to Zoe. Then his phone buzzed again. Responsibility fought with need as he ground his teeth. He was going to kill Tony.

“I really, really want to stay here and come with you,” he said with an apologetic look. Knowing there was no easy way to do it, he sucked in a breath and pushed away from her body. The rich musky aroma of her satisfaction filled his senses in mocking torment. “I really have to go. I’m…” He didn’t want to sound all mysterious, but he couldn’t admit he had to run downstairs and see what the emergency was. “I’m needed.”

Her lips quirked. “Did you get a secret message?”

He stood, his phone only adding to the pressure of his too-tight pants. “You could put it that way.”

Realizing he wasn’t joking, Zoe sat up and, as if she suddenly remembered she was only wearing her sweater and a very sexy pair of boots, she tugged the red knitted fabric low on her hips.

“You’re serious? You’re leaving me? Again?”

The WTF tone warned him if he ever again wanted to taste the pleasure that still lingered on his tongue, he’d better talk damned fast.

“I am,” he admitted. Before she could hiss like the cat he’d just compared her to, he leaned over and took her mouth with his. Lips melted together, tongues tangling in a dance that made him curse the unforgiving lack of give in leather and shift uncomfortably as his erection threatened to cut off circulation to his legs.

Thankfully, Zoe didn’t bite but gave herself over to the kiss, rising up to her knees to press her body against him. Dex wrapped his arms around her, his hands smoothing over her back under her sweater.

His leg buzzed again.

Pressed against him as she was, Zoe felt the zing. She pulled her mouth from his and leaned her head back, her eyes narrowed.

“You really are getting a message? Or is that an alarm that warns you that you’ll turn into a pumpkin if you don’t hurry away?”

“More like some stupid work I’d promised to do,” he muttered, glad for the mask because he was sure he was blushing. God, he finally got the woman of his dreams naked and his pants kept vibrating, forcing him to give her up to take care of work for his daddy. Talk about a twisted Oedipal issue.

He couldn’t figure out the look she was giving him. Like she was measuring. Which would be great, if he had his pants off. But not when the appraisal was over something other than the sexual prowess he’d been hoping to impress her with. Or at least press into her.

“Do you always keep your promises?” Zoe asked, giving him a seductive look through her lashes. Her fingers did a slow, tempting dance up his chest, making it hard to focus on anything but how good she made him feel.

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