Not one piece of advice to give to Zach flits through my mind, but I want to reassure him as I hope for the best. “Just be your charming self and they’ll love you.”
He flicks his green eyes towards the large, two-story, brick home in front of us. “I can’t get over the size of this place. Lawyers really make that much?”
“The good ones do.” I touch his hand on the gear-shift. “Remember, my dad takes his job pretty seriously, so don’t crack jokes about it. He actually likes it when my brother, Gabe and I call him The Judge like the rest of this town. That’s how much he’s into it. It’s his life.”
Zach raises his brow. “Maybe I should have you start calling me Guitar God. Might be kind of fun, especially in the bedroom. What do you think?”
I smack his arm. “I think you better keep dreaming, because that’s so not happening.”
He laughs as he opens his door. I take a second to appreciate the view when he walks around the front of the car. His jeans hang low on his hips, yet hug his butt perfectly, accentuating the curve, making it almost yummy enough for me to take a nibble. The white t-shirt he’s wearing strains against his toned, tattooed arms as he reaches up and tugs on the hat that’s hiding his trademark hairstyle. He’s so freaking hot. How did I get this lucky?
Lost in the thought of how sexy he is, I jump and clutch my chest when he opens my door.
He stares down at me with those sparkling, green eyes with a perplexed expression. “You alright there?”
A blush fills my cheeks as I stand up. “Never better.”
Zach wraps his arms around my shoulders and grins. I inhale the spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the soap he uses. “You were thinking naughty thoughts about me again, weren’t you?”
I bite my lip but never tear my gaze away from the challenge in his eyes. “Maybe I was.”
A growl escapes his lips as he pushes his hips against me, allowing me to feel the growing erection in his pants against my belly. “Damn it, Kitten. See what you do to me. I swear to God I’m on like a fucking light switch whenever thoughts of you and sex enter my head at the same time. You’ve ruined me for life.”
I laugh and run my hands up and down his back. “I’m glad I’ve ruined you for all other women. I want to keep you all to myself.”
“You don’t ever have to worry about that, babe.” He reaches up and tucks a strand of my auburn hair behind my ear. “If I have it my way, you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
His thumb traces my chin and he leans in and presses his lips softly to mine. My legs below me instantly turn to jelly and I sink further into him. It’s amazing the affect a simple kiss from this man can have on me. It was one simple kiss from him that first night backstage that turned my world on its head and changed everything in my life. For him—for this love we have—I would do anything. This man is my world.
My lips part of their own accord and I allow his tongue to slip inside my mouth. I grip his shirt in my hands, holding on tight as I get lost in how much my body craves him.
Lean muscle pushes against me and I steady myself against the car for support. Zach’s fingers thread into my hair and a small whimper escapes my lips when he pulls away. Feather light kisses run along the corner of my mouth before he works his way across my cheek to the spot just below my ear that drives me crazy. My head falls back as he runs a hand down my side.
We probably look semi-pornographic making out in my parent’s driveway, but I don’t care. Zach brings out a wild side in me even I didn’t know existed—a true rebel willing to risk anything for the man who makes my body feel this good. His touch is pretty damn addictive.
He sighs against my skin. “We should probably go in before someone reports the tattooed man mauling The Judge’s daughter to the cops.”
“To hell with the neighbors,” I breathe, not wanting to lose this feeling.
Zach chuckles. “As much as I would like to give the neighbors a hell of a show by fucking you on the hood of this car, I don’t think it’s the best idea. I actually want your family to like me.”
My shoulders instantly sag. “You’re right. It wouldn’t be a good look, would it?”
He pulls his lips into a tight line and shakes his head. “Probably not. Besides, your father has enough connections to kill me and get away scot free if he were to catch me with my dick in his little princess.”
I pinch his pierced nipple through his t-shirt. “You know exactly what to say to ruin a perfectly romantic moment. My father shooting you is the last thing I want to picture right now.”
“Ouch!” He swats my hand away and then rubs his chest. “Oh, you’re going to get it!”
Zach leans in and smiles playfully, ready to pounce on me and a voice behind us stops us both in our tracks. “Get what?”
I jerk my body to the right in order to peer around Zach’s shoulder and see my brother behind him. “Gabe!” I scurry over to him and he scoops me up in a bear hug. “What are you doing here?”
Gabe laughs and tosses his shaggy, brown hair out of his blue eyes. “I could ask you the same thing, little sister.”
He sets me on my feet. Gabe’s filled out since I saw him last spring. The gleaming-white, tennis outfit he’s wearing shows off the lean muscles in his forearms and toned calves. “Wow. You been working out?”
He shrugs. “A little. The ladies seem to like it.”