“Hmm.” Pen stifled her laughter to take advantage of the very sexy scene this created. Bucket leather seats, windows down, a warm Texas breeze heating the interior of the car and covering her neck in a light sheet of sweat where her hair fell. “I’m going to have to get a closer look to confirm.”
Nothing felt better than turning him on. He wore lust so baldly—the flare of his nostrils, the widening of his pupils.
She undid his belt and released the clasp on his slacks. He was hard and ready, and when she slipped the waistband of his boxers past his erection, she licked her lips.
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Well. Yes.” She rolled her eyes and he crushed another kiss onto her lips before she pulled away and lowered her head. She took him on her tongue, guiding his length deep into her mouth. His legs went rigid, knees locking as she continued working him over. His utterances were a mixture of swear words, reverent callouts to the Almighty, and incoherent groans. Just when she was starting to enjoy herself, he tugged her up and pressed another kiss onto her lips.
“Don’t you dare move.”
He jerked his pants over his hips and came around to her side of the car, pulling the door open and offering his hand like a prince helping her from a carriage. Except his pants were sagging open, his erection outlined by the tails of his untucked, wrinkled white shirt.
“No laughing,” he warned.
She didn’t laugh, and when the heels of her shoes sank into the soft earth, she kicked them off. Zach maneuvered them to a particularly soft patch of grass surrounded by bushes.
He hoisted her dress over her head, tossed her bra aside and gently lowered her to the ground. He kissed her nipples, leaving them to pucker in the breeze while he unbuttoned his shirt and whipped it off his shoulders. Pants around his thighs, he didn’t bother taking them off, and she couldn’t think of a single reason he should.
She peeled her thong down her legs, ready for him and grateful to avoid another delay.
He slipped inside her, dropping his forehead to hers and letting out what might be a shudder. She tilted her hips and closed her eyes, head tossed back to appreciate the way she felt whenever he was inside her.
Full.
No.
Whole.
Her eyes flew open to meet his and he started moving again. Slowly, fluidly. Pumping in and out at a rhythm he set and she easily matched. Never had sex felt this intimate before Zach—before now. She reminded herself that her rounding belly and raging hormones were responsible for a plethora of emotions she hadn’t experienced before.
Until he said, “You’ve never been more beautiful than you are now.”
She pressed her fingertips to his mouth and he gave them a playful nip.
“You’re saying that,” she breathed as she braced for another sensual slide, “because you have to.”
“I’m saying that—” another harsh breath from him blew her hair from her forehead “—because it’s the truth.”
She pushed on his chest. “On your back, cowboy.”
His pause was momentary, but a second later he cupped her head and hip and, keeping them joined, shifted so that he was on his back instead.
“Impressive move with your pants around your knees.” She smiled down at him.
“Thank ya, ma’am.”
She rolled her eyes as he tipped a pretend cowboy hat, but his good humor erased when she pushed his chest to leverage herself up, and sank down on him again.
A hiss of air came from between his teeth, but he didn’t close his eyes. No, he kept them right on her as she moved. His hands covered her breasts, his hips rising to meet hers.
And when her orgasm all but shattered her, Zach caught her against him, holding her hair from her face as he kissed her. He tilted his hips while she held on to the moving earth and then he came inside her.
The only sounds in the garden were crickets humming, the distant bark of a dog and Zach’s father’s shout on the air.
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“Seriously?” The Zen of Penelope’s orgasm washed away as her eyes went wide, her hands covering her breasts.