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“Zach?”
Angelina’s voice. What a mood killer. Dusty broke the kiss and looked toward the door.
“Jesus, Angie,” Zach said. “Can’t you see we’re busy in here?”
“You shouldn’t be straining yourself.”
“I’m not. I’m kissing my woman.”
Dusty’s heart leaped. His woman. It couldn’t last, but oh, she loved the thought of it. She loved that he said it in front of Angelina.
“And if you’ll excuse us,” Zach continued, “I’d like to get back to it.”
“Well—”
“Go on. Go shopping or something. Take my mother with you. I’d like some privacy.”
Angelina turned with a huff and shut the bedroom door behind her.
“Your mother, Zach,
I don’t want her to think—”
“I’m a grown man of thirty, darlin’. I don’t give a flying fuck what my mother thinks. Now kiss me.”
Dusty breathed, her pulse pounding. “Why do you do this to me? Why do I want you so much?”
“Because you’re mine. You always have been. I think in some innocent childish way I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you.”
He pulled her against his body and kissed her again, a deep kiss this time. A firm, relentless meeting of mouths. A kiss of possession. He was marking his territory. Marking her. She felt it all the way to the tips of her toes, and she liked it. She liked it very much.
He nibbled and licked at her face, her neck, her ears. “Come to bed with me,” he said huskily. “I need you.”
Dusty shook her head, her lips pressed to his neck. “No,” she whispered. “You’re weak. We both are. It’s not a good idea.”
“It’s a great idea.”
“Oh my God.”
“You want me. I can feel how much you want me.” His whispers were soft caresses against her cheek. “Please.”
“Yes, I want you.” How could she lie? He knew, anyway. She had never known such wanting, such desire, such incredible depth of feeling.
“Slide my pants over my hips, darlin’. Be careful of the bandage.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“God, you won’t. I promise you won’t. Right now I feel like I’ll die if I can’t have you.”
Dusty leaned down and circled her lips over one fleshy nipple, twirling her tongue in Zach’s chest hair, as she slid her hands down his ribbed abdomen to his pajama bottoms. She felt him suck in a breath as her fingers slid under the waistband. She dived in farther with one hand, the hardness of his erection too great a temptation to resist. She touched it tentatively, and he groaned, jerking slightly.
“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“God, no.”
“I just wanted to touch you.”
“You can touch any part of me.” He chuckled softly. “Especially that part.”
