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They kissed again, hungry and searching, mouths nipping and teasing, adding to the sensations flooding through her.
She clenched around him. Zach groaned against her mouth and began to move.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she held on and moved with him. The man was relentless, his rhythm sure and strong and fierce.
Maybe this was the benefit of sex with a musician, she thought hazily. They knew how to keep time.
Though how he knew the exact tempo designed to drive her crazy, she had no idea. But he did, and it was perfect.
It was Zach and it was madness and dumb and he was leaving but she could care less about anything but the slide of her body against his and his mouth at her neck and the ache in her breasts and the need that was rapidly turning her liquid.
“More,” she said to him, voice raspy. “More, Zach.”
He obliged and everything blurred and shimmered around her as the world went away. Zach drove into her, pressing her into the wall until she was suspended in pleasure, unable to do anything but give in to him, let him have her. Let each move he made inside her drive her higher and higher until finally there was nowhere else to go and she broke and came around him, half-sobbing his name as he muttered hers like a prayer and came with her.
Wall sex was awesome, Leah decided when her brain had cleared enough to function again. Somewhere in there after that amazing brain-melting orgasm, Zach had lowered her to the ground, and they’d were standing now, her forehead resting against his chest, his arms braced on the wall to either side of her. The smell of Zach and sweat and sex surrounded her. Someone should bottle that. Not a scent you might want to wear all the time, but it was heady stuff. It was making her knees feel wobbly all over again and she could feel the little sparks of hunger starting to simmer and burn, even as the aftershocks of what they’d just done shimmered through her.
She wanted to do it again.
Which was perfectly in keeping with her plan.
She lifted her head and found herself staring at his chest. Which was currently heaving up and down. Which only served to emphasize how spectacular it was. Better than you got from just playing the guitar five zillion hours a day. He’d been a surfer when they’d been kids. That couldn’t be an easy habit to maintain traveling the world. What did he do now? Run? Work out? Yoga?
He’d be a damn pretty sight in those tight-fitting bike-short yoga-pants things, all hot and sweaty … and damn, there were definitely more than just sparks of hunger now. A smart woman would leave now. But hell. This was their first night. And it had been a while since she’d had an orgasm that had involved another person. Zach was right here, all big and tall and willing.
At least she hoped he was still willing. She leaned forward, and swiped her tongue over his nipple. The groan that rumbled through him was a positive sign.
“Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
“Dude, you’re a rock star. You’re supposed to be a sex god.”
This time the sound that rumbled through him was laughter. “Not sure there’s anything I can say to that. If I say ‘yes,’ I sound like a conceited jackass, and if I say I’m not a sex god, well, that will get my man card revoked.”
She tipped her head back, grinned up at him. “Well, then, how about we go with less talk, more action. If I’m remembering correctly, there’s a perfectly good bedroom back there.” She flapped a hand vaguely in the direction of the door they hadn’t quite made it through.
“There is,” he agreed. “With a nice big bed.”
“Good.” She pushed at his chest lightly. “Let’s go show it what a sex god can do.”
Chapter Nine
Turned out that a sex god could do pretty amazing things. And that she could keep up with him. Maybe she’d turned into a sex god herself. Or was that goddess? Leah smiled, thinking that post-sex thoughts got pretty random when her brain was this scrambled. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. All her limbs felt distant and floaty, lost in a sea of satisfaction. She might eventually be able to move in a day or so. But right now she wasn’t sure she’d get more than an inch or two, no matter how hard she tried.
Her shoulder was pressed to Zach’s. Who also lay, breathing heavily, on the well-rumpled bed. She leaned into him a little harder—all the movement she was capable of. “You okay over there?”
“Just trying to remember how to talk,” he said.
“Oh good, I like it when I disrupt a man’s brain functions.” She turned her head toward him to find those ever-changeable Harper eyes were watching her from just a few inches a way. The look of sleepy satisfaction in them made her smile widen.
“You seem to be talking okay,” Zach said.
“My mouth is moving, but not sure about the rest of me, if that makes you feel any better.”
“You always did like to talk. Which is fine with me, by the way. I like a girl who can use her mouth.”
She snorted at that.
He rolled his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, Santelli. That’s not what I meant. I’m a songwriter. I like words.”
