“Sure is.” Oh, right. He was in bed with a woman who had muscles and knew how to use them. She’d caught him off-guard, and now they were skin-to-skin.
He’d automatically braced himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush the breath out of her, but she had him in a tight hold. No daylight between his chest and her spectacular breasts. Plump. Warm. Silky.
A wave of primitive hunger hit with a vengeance. Moisture pooled in his mouth. His fingers curled. He wanted to feel the weight in his palm, feast on all that bounty, bury his face in—no, damn it!
“Your eyes go dark, too.”
“I’m not surprised.” He sucked in air. “You’re potent.” Fighting for sanity, he pushed upward, just enough so he could lean over and kiss her. Don’t look down, boy. Don’t look down. He captured her mouth, going for the gusto this time as he settled his hips between her thighs.
As an alternative, it wasn’t half-bad. He loved kissing her. Resting his package inches away from nirvana set off mini-fireworks of anticipation in his highly sensitized body.
Could he proceed without cracking? Maybe he should just ditch the plan and go after what his cock was begging for. He didn’t think she’d object.
No, damn it. He’d stick with the plan. He had something to prove to himself. And her.
But she seemed hell-bent on sabotaging his noble effort. She slid her hands south, likely aiming for his ass. If she repeated her previous move, he’d be toast.
Reaching back, he caught one wrist and brought it over her head, holding it there.
That drew a muffled protest.
Breaking the kiss, he murmured in her ear. “If you grab my ass, I’m liable to come.”
“Really?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“If you’re that close, we should?—”
“We will.” Releasing her wrist, he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “There’s something I want to do first.”
She frowned. “Something kinky? Because I’m not into that.”
“Not kinky. Nice.”
“Am I supposed to do anything?”
“Just close your eyes.”
“All right.” Her lashes fluttered down.
Now he was free to look. He hadn’t intended that, but…. Heart pounding, he surveyed the territory.
Clearly sunlight had never fallen on those glorious breasts. A faint tan line marked the boundary of a swimsuit. He counted three small freckles, one above her left nipple and two on the underside of her right breast.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Her breath hitched and her pink nipples tightened, changing to dark rose.
“So beautiful.” Closing his eyes, he placed a kiss in the hollow of her throat. Then he created a line of kisses between her breasts.
Their fullness brushed his cheeks. Stay focused, dude. She lay very still, her breathing quick and shallow. Was she waiting for him to lose control?
Scooting down, he cradled both breasts in his cupped hands and kissed a wide circle around each nipple. Then he used the tip of his tongue to moisten those tempting buds.
The sound of blood rushing in his ears almost made him miss her faint whimper. “Zinnia?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was breathy. “This is lovely.”
