Fourteen
“Pen, hang on.”
The moment they’d exited Zach’s parents’ house, Pen marched down the driveway, fists at her sides.
“Wait.” Zach caught her easily, snagging her biceps with a gentle hand and spinning her to face him. He was grinning and she glared at the dimple rather than admire it. Nothing about this evening had been funny.
“They hate me.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Your mother hates me.”
“No, she doesn’t. She’s just...in shock. Not everyone is going to take this news as well as we did.”
“I didn’t take it well. I avoided you for three days and drafted nine PR plans before I decided I couldn’t make one until I told the father of my child I was having his baby!”
Zach’s emerald eyes darkened when he tugged her closer, his grip tight but tender. She’d been battling fatigue, nausea and dizziness for weeks, but now it seemed the worst was behind her. The sexual tension that existed between them returned.
“You handling Eleanor Ferguson was quite possibly the sexiest moment I’ve ever witnessed.”
Some of the fire went out of her. “Ever?”
His grin widened. “No. Not ever. Why don’t I take you home and we can try for a new sexiest moment ever?”
“It’s been a while.”
“I know.”
“You haven’t complained.” He’d been damn near angelic.
“I know.”
She took a few steps closer in heels he hadn’t bitched about tonight. Her shoes were a battle he’d allowed her to win. She fingered his collar and slipped her other hand down his buttoned shirt and over his black slacks.
A low grunt came from his throat when she pressed her lips to his, continuing her intimate massage down below. A few firm strokes and soon that part of him was much bigger than before.
He deepened their kiss, hands coming around to cup her ass. Every firm inch of him was flush against her and her hormones perked up.
“Zach.” The breathy lilt of her voice was one she’d forgotten she’d possessed. “How about we take the car out in the yard and see if I can’t break the sexiest moment record here.”
“In the car?” His voice took on a husky quality and she laughed.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had a girl go down on you in a car.”
“Not a girl as classy as you are,” he all but growled.
“Good.” She put a teasing kiss on the center of his mouth. “I love being first.”
He wasn’t wearing a tie, so she settled for dragging him to his car by the shirtsleeve. Zach followed, wide steps allowing for the part of him currently cheering the most for Pen’s bold offer.
She liked that she had the power to affect him. It made her feel as if she could do anything. It made her feel like the woman she’d been before Cliff strangled her business into submission.
Zach put the car in gear and drove them behind the house and to the back of the grounds where trimmed trees and perfectly clipped grass met elegantly arranged flowers and shrubberies that were works of art.
“Your mom’s going to freak about the landscaping when she sees the tire treads.”
“First.” Zach turned off the car and rolled the windows down. “That’s the last time you mention my mom tonight. Second. I can’t think of a second because my brains have relocated to my crotch.”