She obliged, and he took a nipple between his teeth. The jolt from his attack went straight to her sex. She came with a startling vibration.
“Oh, yeah,” Zach said, his mouth still pressed to her breast. “Ride me hard. I want to come with you.”
She pounded on top of him, digging her fingernails into his chest.
“That’s it, that’s it,” he groaned. “Damn. Damn, that’s good.” He thrust into her, and the spasms of his orgasm fluttered against her walls.
She fell forward into his arms. “Zach, Zach,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She lifted herself from him, the wetness between them making little suction noises. She nestled herself into the crook of his arm, and then remembered his wound. She rose into a sitting position and turned to look at the bandage.
“Are you all right?” she asked. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Are you kidding? This is the best I’ve felt since the last time we did this. Damn, I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too. But shouldn’t we take care of your bandage? Do you need it changed?”
“It’ll be okay for a while. Come lie with me for a few minutes. Then we’ll order some dinner.”
“Zach, your mother and Angelina will be back soon. We should really get dressed and invite them to join us for dinner.”
“I don’t want to have dinner with them. I want to have dinner with my woman.”
“Your woman.”
“Yeah.” His beautiful eyes twinkled. “I like the sound of that. I like that you’re my woman.”
“Zach…”
“Don’t you want to be my woman, Dusty?”
More than she wanted to breathe, at that particular moment. But, “Zach?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you and Angelina…sleep together?”
He sighed into her hair. “What was between Angelina and me has nothing to do with us.”
“Yeah, I know, and I also know it’s a stupid question. I mean, you’re thirty, and you were engaged to her.”
“I haven’t lived like a monk, darlin’.”
Of course he hadn’t. He was amazing. “I never thought you had.”
Zach took her hand and caressed it. “Dusty, let me be serious for a minute, okay?” His gaze darkened, and his tone lowered. “I’ve never made love lightly. I always had feelings for the woman. But I can tell you, honestl
y, that what I felt for Angelina isn’t anything compared to how I feel about you.”
“But you were engaged.”
“So?”
“You made a commitment to her.”
“It was a mistake.”