Everything in me sank at once. I turned my face away. But he tucked a finger under my chin and drew my gaze back to his. Tension lined around his eyes, his jaw gritted tight, tendons standing out on his biceps and in his forearms.
His entire presence screamed sexually confident, feral male. And I…I was shaking. Zach’s type wasn’t one I’d encountered before. Despite everything that was wrong with him, I felt giving in to this wild man would be so easy.
His scorching lips were suddenly pressing onto mine, taking my breath away. I wasn’t ready for it, the overwhelming power of that kiss. His kiss.
I didn’t slap him. I didn’t even resist. My mind froze, and my eyes closed as I let him go on. Zach knew what he was doing. I’d be damned if I made him stop. His kiss was hard but not rough. Daring. Passionate. Never faltering.
Dazzling.
I’d never been kissed like that before. With that assertion. With such…need.
His tongue probed my lips, and I caressed it with mine. A pleasing heat spread up my body, from between my legs to the tips of my breasts. My hands moved of their own accord, touching his naked back. It was inviting enough for him to press his front against mine, letting me feel the stiffness in his pants. I gasped, and he grunted, our lips refusing to disconnect. My sex dripped, desperate to wrap around his length, to feel what it was like to come screaming around a hard, thick cock.
I didn’t want it to end, our kiss, but I needed him to stop. This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t get carried away just like that.
As if he heard my thoughts, he dragged his mouth and body off mine. I didn’t take my hands away. I loved the way his skin burned for me, how his muscles tensed under my touch.
I stammered, my heart beating frantically, still recovering from that kiss. God—it was amazing. One I’d been waiting for all my life. Then I made the mistake of looking at the door. Brandon and Kyle were still there. They had watched the whole thing.
The shy part of me was screaming, especially when they weren’t looking away. Kyle smirked as always, while Brandon… his lips were pursed, his brows hooked, his eyes…hurt.
If I wasn’t wrong, I’d say he’d really meant it when he said he would have taken me on that date. But if that was the truth, and a guy like Zach could man up and take what he wanted, Brandon should have been able to do it, too.
He didn’t.
For someone like me, when she wished for Brandon and life gave her Zach, she went with Zach on a Valentine’s date.
Zach’s finger found my chin again, directing me to his gaze. He licked his lips, as if he couldn’t get enough of my taste. “They’re pussies.”
I swallowed in confusion. “What?”
“Your boyfriends. I can’t imagine anyone keeping you a virgin after a kiss like that unless they’re pussies.”
That was the nicest thing a guy had ever said to me.
My chest heaved. “Thank you…I guess.”
“That’s it? That’s all you have for me?” he growled.
I blinked, taking my hands off him, and took a step back. How fast he flipped was scary. “For now.”
His fists clenched, but he leaned back, yielding. “I’ll take that.”
Chapter Eight
Kyle
After I changed the sheets and Brandon handed her a sweatshirt of his, I made sure Keera was safe in her room, and Zach was locked in his. Brandon and I retired to a bottle of whiskey in the living room. We probably wouldn’t get any sleep tonight with that volatile situation upstairs.
Brandon’s broody, hurt look was too much tonight, though. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. After all, I’d caused this mess. But I didn’t know Keera was Sam’s teacher or that Brandon had a thing for her. I was only trying to help Zach get out of his lonely shell—the only reason I was here and not in Portland, enjoying my fiancé’s ass one last time before it was mine forever. What were the fucking odds the one girl I found for him turned out to be his twin’s secret crush?
“You are a pussy,” I had to say.
He glared at me, downing his drink.
“You’ve been divorced for what, three months now? You see that woman every week. If you like her that much, why didn’t you seal that deal? Why didn’t you—”
“Anyone ever told you it’s not that appropriate to date your daughter’s teacher? Especially when she might think it’s a rebound?”
