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“You keep saying that. But here we are,” Leah said. “And I don’t care.” Damn. He was even prettier up so close. She remembered the last time she’d been this close to him. That night had ended in heartbreak, but there’d been some truly excellent orgasms before that point. And she was older and wiser now and determined to be heartbreak-proof. She knew exactly what she was getting into and exactly what she wanted. Which was Zach. And some more of those excellent orgasms. As many as she could get while he was here. Starting right now, or her lady parts were going to explode from frustration.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, watched his eyes shift and focus on her mouth. Yeah, he didn’t care either. “Are you still leaving once this album is done?”
“Yes.” His voice was low, but it was certain.
So she had to remember exactly how he sounded when he said it. Keep it on repeat in the back of her head in case her emotions tried to get stupid. He was leaving. But he was here right now. And he wanted her.
“Good,” she said, rising on her toes and putting her arms around his neck. “Then this is the same deal as last time. I want you. I know it’s temporary. We don’t have a problem.”
“Easy for you to say,” he said as she tilted her hips forward.
Oh yeah. Right there. Hot, hard, Zach. This is what she wanted.
“New rule,” she said. “Less with the talking. This is simply sex. The only talking we need is to ask for instruction.” She didn’t want to talk. Talking came with thinking. There was nothing to think about. She wanted him. She was going to have him. Consequences be damned.
“What makes you think I need instruction?” Zach said. “I don’t remember you having issues last time.” He grinned down at her, the curve of his mouth making her water. She wanted to sink her teeth into that lip, wanted to taste him. “And I’ve learned stuff since then.”
“So have I,” she said. “So maybe we won’t need to talk at all.”
“You know, this is not exactly what I expected to be doing tonight,” he said.
“Me neither. But you’re still talking. Maybe I need to try harder to distract you?” She swayed her hips again, grinding a little against him and batted her eyelashes.
“If you try much harder, I may just spontaneously combust,” Zach said. His right hand splayed over her back, yanking her closer. “God, Leah.”
“Still talking,” she said, feeling a little breathless herself. “Here, I’ll make it easy for you.” And she closed the gap between him. Hip to hip. Chest to chest. Mouth to perfect mouth.
Ah. She nearly purred with satisfaction as he kissed her back, began to work some of that Zach Harper magic.
She opened her mouth to him, let him in. His tongue touched hers, the taste of him, flooding her tongue, so startlingly familiar that she gasped.
Zach.
She’d dreamed about these kisses over the years. Now there was a guilty little secret. That sometimes she woke sweaty and aching—or worse sweaty and actually coming—from the tangled memories of her night with Zach. Why couldn’t she have normal weird sex dreams about some celebrity that she didn’t even like in real life? But no, she had Zach in her head. It had even happened a few times during her marriage, though she’d never have told Joey. Not in a million, billion years.
So. She had the man of her dirty dreams back in her arms. Kissing her wildly. She could feel the ache burning fiercer between her legs, feel how hot he was making her with just his kisses. So there was only one thing left to do. And that was have sex with him as many times as possible until this stupid annoying crush died from sheer exhaustion. Or boredom. Whatever. As long as it died so that when Zach left the island again, she was free to move on to whoever actually was Mr. Right.
They were moving now as they kissed, Zach half-steering them. Up the stairs. Through the front door. Partway down the hall. At first she thought he might be aiming for his bedroom but then her back hit the wall with a thud and she smiled through their kisses. Oh yes. Hot wild crazy sex. That was what she wanted.
She didn’t wait for any encouragement, just hooked one leg around his hip and started pushing his T-shirt up. Zach helped her out, pulling it over his head. Which left her hands free to deal with his buttons instead. Who even wore button-fly jeans anymore? Such a rock star cliché.
But, she had to admit, they did make things easier, and presumably were less hazardous to sensitive male anatomy if one was about to have crazy wall sex while still partially clothed.
She’d also never been quite so thankful that she’d worn a dress today.
She took care of the last of the buttons, and Zach helped her by pulling his underwear out of her way. When her hand closed around his cock, he groaned.
The noise went straight to her loins, every part of her that wasn’t already ready and waiting melting with lust.
“Condom?” she managed and he nodded. It took a minute to unhook her leg and wriggle free of her own underwear while he rummaged in his pocket. The pleasing sound of foil ripping reached her ears. She’d barely straightened again when Zach was lifting her, coaxing her legs back around his hips. Hands locked around his shoulders as she felt him nudging at her entrance.
“Leah?”
She wasn’t exactly sure what the question would be, but any that she could think of had only one answer.
“Yes,” she said, and he pushed into her.
“Oh God, yes,” she added. So good. So full of him.
