Surprised she looked at him. “Done what?”
“Invited you to my bed and my house and then done everything in my power to make you stay.”
Her breath caught. Did he know what he was suggesting?
“Don’t look at me so shocked. You’re giving me complexes.” He put one hand to her nape and caressed her there. “I don’t want just one night, Rochelle. I want to wake up with you. I want to feel you in my sleep.”
Did he mean that? “But most men are happy when—”
“I’m not most men.” He sighed. “I can’t get enough of you. Do you still not understand that? Do I have to prove it to you?”
She sensed a smile build on her lips. “How?”
He grinned and suddenly turned back into the man she’d met at the Fountain Bar. “Like this.”
~ ~ ~
Zach lifted Rochelle up and carried her to his bed where he laid her on the fresh sheets. With her pink lingerie and her sexy high heels she looked tantalizing, and he knew he had to be careful not to rush the first time. He didn’t want to behave like a caveman, even though he felt like one.
He joined her on the bed and drew her into his arms, loving the contact of naked skin on naked skin.
“I have to warn you: I bought more than just a three-pack of condoms this time.”
Before Rochelle had a chance to answer, he captured her lips and kissed her. She responded with a passion and ardor that confirmed that she, too, had missed him. That she, too, wanted him the same way he wanted her. Just like that night.
Her hands weren’t idle, caressing him, exploring him without hesitation, without holding back. The hands of a woman who knew what she wanted. Who demanded what was due to her. Just like she’d done that night. Only tonight things were different between them. Because after tonight’s lovemaking, they wouldn’t be going their separate ways.
Zach roamed his hands over her alluring body. Her breasts were firm and still imprisoned by her bra. He could free her of it, but he didn’t want to. Gazing upon her dressed up in sexy lingerie turned him on even more, increased his desire for her to a boiling point. Knowing what lay beneath those lacy cups made his cock spasm in anticipation. And the fabric was so thin that he had no trouble feeling her nipples harden from his touch.
Slowly he pushed one strap over her shoulder so he could free one breast. Rochelle moaned into his mouth and thrust her ample flesh toward him. The hard nipple rubbed against his palm and made him shudder. He ripped his lips from her.
“Damn, baby, you make me so hot.”
He lowered his head to her breast and sucked the hard peak into his mouth, licked over it, caressed it, while Rochelle twisted beneath him. He felt her grab his hand and push it down, placing it on her sex.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly.
She was hot and wet. The fabric was soaked with her juices and couldn’t be considered a barrier. He rubbed over it with his hand and felt Rochelle buck toward him.
Zach let the nipple pop from this mouth. “Patience.” While he shifted his attention to the other breast, he slipped his hand under her panties to caress her tender flesh.
A relieved moan was Rochelle’s answer. He had to smile. She was so receptive to his touch, and he’d barely started.
He lifted his head. “Take your bra off.”
While she worked the clasp, he rubbed his finger against her moist cleft and then moved higher up with his dew-covered digit, where he found her center of pleasure swollen and ready. Rochelle immediately reacted to his caress and lifted her hips toward him in invitation.
Their eyes met.
“Take me now. I don’t want to wait any longer.” She tossed her bra away and looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Don’t you want me to lick your beautiful pussy first?”
“Some other time.” She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up. “I want to feel you inside me now.”
“What an impatient little pussycat.” He thrust his finger into her and felt her shudder. “So hot and so ready for me.”
Rochelle moaned out loud. “Zach. Please, don’t torture me.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Quickly, he liberated her of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Then he took off her high heels and tossed them to the floor.
One day Rochelle would find out that he would never be able to say no to her, but he hoped that by the time that happened, she would feel the same about him and not be able to deny him anything.
He turned toward the nightstand and snatched a condom off it. He made quick work of the packaging and rolled the latex over his erection before turning back to Rochelle.