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“Like I said about the nightie, you make anything sexy just by wearing it.”
“Oh, please.” She sounded annoyed, and he lifted his head in surprise. “We don’t need to do that silly banter stuff. This isme, remember? We can be honest.”
Mike shifted, staring straight into her eyes to avoid any doubts about his sincerity. “This isn’t me asking you what your sign is, Zoey. I’m not trying to butter you up. I havealwaysbeen honest with you, and that doesn’t change just because we’re naked in your bed...” He chuckled. “Never thought I’d be sayingthosewords. But seriously—when I tell you you’re sexy, I mean it. Your brains are sexy. Your strength is sexy. Even your sassy mouth is sexy.” He ran his hand down her side to her hip, watching its progress before looking back into her eyes. “And this body? This body is on-fire sexy. I want to take my time and cover every single fraction of it with touches and kisses, but I also want to be inside you so much it literally hurts.”
She relaxed under him, her eyes softening. “Maybe this is the trouble with the whole friends with benefits concept. Friends talk too much.”
He kissed her softly. “So maybe we should both zip it, huh?”
Her smile deepened. “Exactly. Less talk. More action.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He had all night toslowlyexplore the wonder of Zoey, but right now he just wanted her. Urgently. He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them, pinching the peaks until she was writhing beneath him. He took one rosy tip into his mouth, his heart pounding as she groaned out his name in the sexiest damn voice he’d ever heard.
He didn’t release her, but kept caressing and kissing and nipping until she was trembling in his arms. His free hand found that sweet spot between her legs again, and he worked her harder and faster. She arched her back and gave the tiniest of gasps. It was a gasp of surprise. Of pleasure. She’d just come from nothing more than his fingers and his mouth.
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
“I need to be in you,” he said hoarsely, reaching for the condom.
“Hurry.”
She was as desperate as he was, reaching to help open the wrapper. Neither of them cared what color the condom was—they just wanted iton.
He sank into her, closing his eyes tightly to let the pleasure roll over him. But Zoey wasn’t waiting. She moved her hips, nearly undoing his control. His eyes snapped open. No way was she taking over. Maybe later, but not now. Not when he was finally where he’d dreamed of being. He rocked against her, kissing her mouth hard as they melded together.
It didn’t last as long as he wanted, but good Lord, it was so good. Their speed increased until they were panting in each other’s ear, faster and faster. They cried out in unison and exploded. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders so hard he hissed at the pain. His grip on her buttocks was probably going to leave bruises. Neither of them cared. They just held on as wave after wave of sensation washed over them. For a moment he wondered if it would ever end, but he finally collapsed on her as her arms fell to her side. Neither of them spoke right away, lost in their own thoughts.
He’d just made love to Zoey Hartford.
It wasn’t a dream.
It was better.
He kissed the soft skin below her ear. “That was...incredible.” No mere word could possibly capture what he felt.
She reached up and patted his shoulder absently, eyes still closed.
“Agreed.” She was almost whispering. “Wow. I guess chemistry doesn’t lie.”
He huffed out a laugh of agreement before moving off her to dispose of the blue condom, then returned to pull her into his arms. She snuggled against his chest, and a brand-new sensation ran through him. It was an odd mix of possessiveness and tenderness and something else he couldn’t—wouldn’t—explore right now. Instead, he planted a kiss on the top of her head and gave her a squeeze.
“Funny, but I was never a fan of chemistry in high school. Now, though...”
Zoey’s laughter reminded him who she was. His friend. She raised her head to rest her chin on his chest, staring at him.
“Remember when we flooded Mr. Green’s lab our junior year?”
He grinned at the memory. “Flooding it was better than burning it down, which is what would have happened if the sprinklers hadn’t come on. I can’t help it if my lab partner didn’t tell me the Bunsen burner was on.”
“Excuse me? The whole point of the experiment was to use the burner. How did I knowmypartner was going to spill methylated spirits on the table? And then try to put out the fire with his jacket, which promptly burst into flames?”
“Yeah, that was my favorite jacket, too.” They smiled at each other, his affection for her reflected back at him. “I think we proved again tonight that chemistry can be exciting.”
She looked up at the ceiling. “Pretty sure if I had sprinklers in here, they’d have gone off from the heat.”
“You know what’s fun about science?” he asked. “It’s important to be able to reproduce the results, which means you have to do it again. And again.” He pulled her in, and she crawled on top of him, propping herself on her arms. Her dark hair fell forward, brushing his chest.
