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“So, Zachary.” Marlene’s tone said we were changing the subject. “Are you all settled at Marigold’s?”
He put his arm around the back of my chair. “Yeah. She managed to clear out some space for me.”
I laughed softly. “I had no idea I had so much stuff. Especially coats. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“If you still have things that need a home, Stitch and Sip is hosting a clothing drive,” Marlene said.
Stitch and Sip, Tilikum’s knitting group, was the ideal solution to my clothing overindulgence. “I do, that’s perfect. Where can I bring them?”
“The Knotty Knitter. We have a collection table set up in the front of the store.”
“The salon doesn’t open until noon tomorrow, so I’ll take care of it in the morning.” I turned to Zachary. “Can you help before you go to work?”
“Of course.” He smiled, and for a second, I got lost in his blue eyes.
My cheeks flushed but Marlene just smiled at me.
After dinner, I finished my last swallow of wine, then helped clear the table. Paul shooed me out of the kitchen, saying he’d handle the dishes. Zachary and I chatted with his mom for a few more minutes, then decided it was time to go.
I was filled with warm fuzzies as we drove home. There was something so special about sharing dinner with Zachary and his parents. The combination of the familiarity of their home and the thrill of Zachary’s touch was intoxicating.
Zachary seemed to feel it too. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he laid his hand on my thigh on the way home.
When we got to my house—which I was already starting to think of as our house—he went around and opened the door for me, then offered his hand to help me out of his truck.
“What a gentleman you are.”
“I have my moments.” He grinned as he led me to the front door. “Or maybe I’m just trying to get in your pants.”
I tilted my face up to his. “You don’t have to try.”
His lips met mine, his tongue brushing against them. A knot of sensation burst between my legs and I was suddenly very, very glad we were no longer at his parents’ house.
As he opened the door, he hooked an arm around my waist and hauled me inside. Coats fell to the floor and he kicked off his shoes. Sliding his hands through my hair, he kissed me deeply. I loved the feel of his mouth tangled with mine, the way he devoured me.
He picked me up and pressed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned into his mouth.
“I wanted to do this to you so many times,” he said, his voice deep, and pressed himself against me.
“I wanted you to do this to me.”
“It’s probably good that I didn’t.” He brushed his nose against mine. “I wanted you so bad but I would have screwed it up.”
“Maybe.”
“I won’t this time, Marigold. You make me want to be the kind of man who deserves you.”
I smiled, both giddy and on fire for him. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He kissed me, his lips hungry for more. “I know you love a gentleman, but how about I fuck you like a rogue?”
My voice was breathy, almost desperate. “Oh, yes.”
I held on while he carried me to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, then took his time, kissing my skin while he undressed me. His fingers moved between my legs, driving me into a frenzy. By the time he’d finished taking his clothes off and climbed on top of me, I was ready to burst.
He took me hard while I clutched the sheets, reveling in every movement. He was rough but tender, demanding but sweet. Teeth nipped and hands caressed. I gasped and moaned, the waves of pleasure washing over me with every thrust. The heat of his body and the feel of him inside me overwhelmed my senses.
Manhandling me, he turned me over. I felt uninhibited, watching over my shoulder as he took me from behind. Our gazes met and the raw intensity in his eyes almost undid me. I’d never felt so wanted, so desired. So loved.
