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“Nice save,” she said dryly.
“I noticed you like words too, just now,” he said, wriggling his eyebrows at her.
“Shut up.” She was blushing. No idea why. She hadn’t blushed when he’d said all those dirty things in her ear. No, she’d dug her nails into his back and egged him on.
“No blushing. We’re just getting started. I intend to find out all the things you like, Leah.”
God. If it was going to get better than this, then she would probably just spontaneously combust. But what a way to go.
“I like your thinking,” she said. “And I have to say it’s good to know that you sex gods are pretty good in bed after all.”
He laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing about sound engineers.”
“What, you’ve never slept with a sound engineer before?”
He shook his head. “Most of the sound engineers I know are male. So, no. And I’ve definitely never slept with my producer.”
Leah laughed. “Well, that’s what you get for working in a male-dominated industry.”
“I’m regretting my life choices as we speak.”
“So you should,” Leah said. “Look what you’ve been missing out on all these years.”
He blinked, and for a moment she thought she saw something like—wistfulness?—float over his face. That couldn’t be right. Zach Harper didn’t do “wistful.” He’d always been a charge-at-life, head-down, no-holds-barred kind of guy. Besides, what did he have to be wistful about? He was finally getting to do what he’d always intended. Joining Fringe Dweller had sidetracked him, even if it’d been a successful sidetrack. As far as she knew, he’d always intended to be a solo artist. Or at least the front man of his own band. Or his and Faith’s band. And now he was back on Cloud Bay, and back in her bed, knowing neither of them held any strings for him. What more could a man want?
Nothing, she told herself firmly. There was nothing more he wanted and therefore nothing for him to be wistful about. Which was good, because the thought that Zach might be wistful about anything in their past was kind of freakin’ terrifying.
He would be leaving at the end of this. That was what she wanted. That was what she was counting on to stop her doing anything stupid. Like letting her heart get involved.
So what was really needed here was a way to distract him if his brain was going down any sort of nostalgia track. And she had a pretty good idea how to do that. In fact she was pretty keen on the thought. Which was kind of crazy, they’d already done it twice. And those two times had involved three, maybe four, orgasms. She was already losing count and it was only their first night. The man really was a sex god. A fact she fully intended to take advantage of.
Starting right now.
She rolled toward him, and threw her leg over his thighs.
“Leah?” he said, sounding startled.
She kept her voice light. “If you think I’m wasting any of this, you need to think again.”
“I think we’ve created a monster,” Zach said with a grin.
She reached out and put her hand on his cock, delighted to feel it start to stir to life again under her palm. Apparently sex gods had divine powers of recovery too. “Not yet,” she said grinning down at him, “but I’m working on it.”
The next time she got to pause for breath was when she was wrapping her wet hair in a towel after a bone-melting session of shower sex. It had been awesome, but her stomach was starting to suggest that it was long past dinner time and, judging by the way her legs were trembling, there was no way she would survive another bout with Zach without refueling.
“You got any food in this place?”
Zach paused in the act of wrapping a towel around his waist. She was tempted to yank it off him again so that she could keep admiring the long lean lines of his body. But that would have to wait. She was still getting used to the sight of him. He was different now. More muscled. All man. And she needed to adjust her mental image. Let reality override memory.
“I have the basics,” Zach said.
“Right now, I’ll take anything,” she said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“Worked up an appetite, have you?” Zach said, tucking the towel into place.
“I calculate that we’ve burned about eleventy zillion calories between us. I think we’ve earned a snack.” She wrapped the towel turban style around her wet hair and left the bathroom to find her clothes. It was late now, and she doubted anyone was going to come to the guesthouse, but you never knew. After all, Eli and Billy were on the island. And Billy, like most of the Blacklight guys, was a night owl. It would be just like him to turn up on Zach’s doorstep wanting to chew the fat about old times. And while she might be able to come up with a feasible excuse for why she’d used Zach’s shower after a long day of recording in the studio, she doubted she could justify being found wearing only a towel while eating a meal with Zach. So, clothes were necessary.
By the time she dressed and finished drying her hair, Zach had relocated to the kitchen. She found him rummaging in the fridge, looking at the shelves, and pulling random stuff out.
