Page 103 of When Sparks Fly

CHAPTER SEVEN

ZAYNEDIDN’TNEEDto be told twice. He pulled her close and walked to the bed, kicking the door closed behind them. He lowered her before he gave her a little drop. She let out a squeal when she bounced onto the mattress. Her red hair fanned out onto the sheet like flames.

Everything about her made him think of fire—her fingers set off sparks like match strikes, her eyes smoldered and burned, her kiss... Hell, kissing Andrea was like kissing nitroglycerin—it made him wonder if he was about to explode. It set every nerve on high alert.

He yanked his T-shirt over his head and knelt on the edge of the bed, crawling over her before lowering himself down for a kiss. She welcomed him with open arms, sliding her hands down his ribs and around his back. Skin on skin. He wanted the same, so he took the hem of her blouse and tugged it up. Andrea shifted her weight to help him drag it up and over her head.

Her bra was pale pink satin, with a tiny bow in the center, right between those perfect breasts. He bent down and kissed the skin right above the bow. Her back arched and he licked his way along the edge of the bra up her left breast. Then he reached under her and unfastened it. If he thought her breasts were perfectinthe bra, they were even better now that they were free of it. Ample and soft, with rigid peaks he needed to kiss. He went back and forth between the two, kissing and nibbling and pulling until she was writhing beneath him.

Her hands fumbled for his belt, yanking it free and unbuttoning his pants. He slid off her and pulled them off, while she wriggled out of her shorts and panties. He dropped onto her and plunged his tongue into her mouth, holding her face with his hands.

She seemed as frantic as he was. She gave an urgent moan and her hands traveled up and down his body. Then they wandered lower and gripped him. He mumbled a curse into her mouth. He was already rock hard, and her touch threatened to undo him before he ever got inside her.

He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on and immediately getting himself between her spread legs. He felt like they were both racing right now, and as much as he didn’t want to stop, he didn’t want this to get out of control. She let out another needy whimper and his body jerked against her in response. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted.

“Look at me, Andrea.” His throat was so full of emotion that he could barely form the words. Her eyes swept open. He’d stopped moving, but it still took a moment for her gaze to focus.

“What are you waiting for?” Her words came in a gasp, telling him all he needed to know. She wanted this. Wantedhim. He intended to make this slow and sexy, but her expression as she watched him... Well, she undid his control. Undid any connection to a world whereslowhad any meaning.

He drove himself into her and she cried out. He kept moving, knowing he wasn’t going to last long inside her tight warmth. They moved together like pistons in an engine, rocking the bed so hard the headboard slapped against the wall. She whispered a word.“Ready...”And that was that.

They came together, both crying out as he kept driving. Her fingernails dug into his back and the pain propelled him further over the edge until the world went pure white behind his closed eyes. He collapsed on her, knowing he was probably crushing her, but unable to make himself move. His muscles were jelly. Very weak, happy jelly.

“Oh my God...” she breathed. “That was...”

“Intense. Very, very, very intense.” He groaned, trying to move, but...jelly. “Push me.”

“What?”

“Push me off you. I can’t move. I know I’m crushing...”

“Hey, if this is how I go out of this world, I’m okay with it.” Her laughter was soft and whiskey rich.

He relaxed, tracing a line of kisses along her jaw.

“You are so beautiful. So sexy.” He nibbled her earlobe and smiled when she trembled beneath him. “It was over too fast. I’m sorry. I...”

“Don’t you dare apologize for giving me the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She patted his shoulder, then gave a weak push. “But youarecrushing me, and I’ve decided I want to live.”

Best sex I’ve ever had...He smiled against her, and she shoved his shoulder again.

“Seriously, Zayne. Move.”

He immediately slid onto his side, gripping her tightly in his arms. She didn’t seem to mind his bear hug, turning onto her side and putting her back against him.

“Much better,” she said. There was a pause before she spoke again. “Wow.”

“Yup.” He kissed the back of her neck. He’d never been this much of a kisser, but he couldn’t seem to keep his mouth off her silky smooth skin. “That was awowalright.”

They lay like that, back to front, every available inch touching each other, for a few long, peaceful moments. But something she’d said before was bugging him.

“What did you mean before, when you talked about another impulsive night that got you pregnant?”

She twisted her head to look back at him. “Do I really need to explain the bees and the birds to you? Do you not know where babies come from?”

He rolled his eyes. “I understand that, but...” There was no good way to have this conversation, no matter how curious he was. “Never mind. None of my business.”

She studied his face, then turned away, resting her head on his arm. “I love my son more than anything, but he came from an ill-advised one-night stand. Alcohol was involved. And an ancient box of condoms I had in my nightstand.”

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