“Does that feel like a lie?” he asks, and I almost excuse myself to the bathroom to squeal. Several times this year, I’ve woken up, looked around, and wondered whose life this is. It’s surreal.
“How many girls have you slept with?” I ask, and Zack pauses, like he has to think for a moment.
“Five.”
I cringe, and he shrugs his broad shoulders.
“Before this is all over, you might have five guys under your belt, Marnye.” He cups the side of my face and rubs a thumb up the side of my jaw. He’s right though. What morality dais do I have to stand on and judge him? What even is morality anyway? And is that really a debate I want to have with myself while my hand is cupping Zack Brooks’ crotch? No. Nope. Definitely not. “Anything else? Names? Circumstances?”
“No.” I shake my head vehemently. “No, that’s enough. Thank you.”
“Can I focus on making love to you now?” he asks, and my face flushes.
“Making love?” I squeak as Zack sweeps me up into his muscular arms and carries me into his bedroom. He opens his curtains, so we can see the sunset, and then chucks his shirt. His body is a freaking wonderland. Broad shoulders, trim waist, those perfect ‘V’ muscles on his hips. I’m practically drooling as I look him over. The only thing I’m not a huge fan of is the infinity tattoo on his right hip.
“Making love, Marnye. I told you before and I’ll say it again. I’m not fucking ashamed of it. I love you.”
“Stop it, Zack,” I whisper, but he doesn’t seem to have any intention of doing that. He kicks off his shoes and socks, and then yanks my flats off, tossing them against the wall. The letterman jacket he leaves on me.
“Why is that so hard for you to accept?” he asks as he crawls onto the bed and pauses above me on all fours. His brown eyes are so deep that I feel like I could fall into them and tumble forever. “You’re worthy of my love and then some. Sometimes I wonder if the universe is trying to teach me a lesson by giving you so many goddamn boyfriends. I’m not enough. You deserve it all.”
“Zack.” I put my hands on either side of his face, and he leans down to kiss, tasting my mouth with slow, easy motions, carefully settling himself on top of me, so that our bodies are melded together. His fingers push up my dress the same way he did in the car, but this time, there’s nobody around to see.
He finds my panties and then draws back, separating from my mouth with a groan.
“You taste so damn good,” Zack whispers, pulling the pink heart-patterned panties all the way off and chucking them onto the floor. Gently, carefully, he pushes my knees apart, and my heart thunders. It was dark when Creed and I had sex. It’s definitely not dark in here. At first, the thought of Zack looking at me freaks me out. “You’re beautiful, Marnye. Every single part of you.”
I’m trembling as Zack moves forward, settling himself between my thighs and tasting me in a wholly and completely different way from before.
My eyes water and I fling my head back into the pillows, breathing like I’m running a marathon and letting the sensations of Zack’s mouth and tongue settle over me. It feels so good that I end up burying my fingers in his chocolate colored hair and gripping on for dear life. He grunts, but he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and shivering, my body rebelling against the waves of pleasure.
Zack seems to sense it’s time, and slides two fingers into me, giving me a climax that rocks my body so hard that I’m still trembling and shaking when he rises back up and looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“Do I have to take the jacket off?” he whispers, grinning as I shake my head. I’m having trouble remembering my own name right now, let alone how to make words. Zack kisses me again, caressing my body with his hands, kneading my breasts through the fabric of the dress. I let my hands explore his muscular body, pausing to tease his nipples. He seemed to like it before, at the B&B, so …
Nothing’s changed since then, and soon I’ve got him moaning against me, rocking his denim-clad body against the bareness of my core.
The sun finally sinks beneath the horizon, but the moon’s full enough to see by, and we’re in no hurry to get up and turn the lights on.
After a while, Zack undoes his jeans and then stands up, shucking both his pants and boxers to the floor. He climbs back onto the bed with me and guides my hand to his body, showing me how to stroke and tease him until he’s moving against my palm, panting heavily.
