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“I do.” Pen reached for his cock again but Zach snatched her hand.
“Not that.” His smirk was confident when he hooked his fingers into her panties and swept them off her legs. At her ankles, he paused, watching her as he tossed one of her tall shoes over his shoulder, then the other. The scrap of silk went next. With a tip of his chin, he said, “Scoot.”
She did, naked and so excited she wondered if he could see the shake in her arms as she settled herself on the middle of the bed.
He unbuttoned his tuxedo shirt, his eyes taking inventory of her like she was his next meal. Shirt discarded, he pushed his pants and briefs to his ankles, kicking off his shoes and socks in the process.
Penelope had to struggle not to drool.
Zach’s lean, muscular chest was as mouthwatering as in her memory, the scant bit of chest hair whirling around two flat brown nipples. His erection jutted proudly between slim hips, which gave way to thick thighs. She realized she’d become lost staring at his body and quickly jerked her attention to his face.
Didn’t help.
His body was to die for, but the real panty-melter was the dimple indenting one cheek when he smiled. His jaw was firm and strong, at odds with the playful twinkle in his eyes. Some might say his hair was in need of a trim, but Pen preferred the longish style. Especially when he braced himself over her and a thick lock fell rakishly over his forehead.
One knee depressed the mattress, then another. Her mouth dropped open when he lowered his head to her stomach and swiped her belly button with the tip of his tongue.
Flames licked her core. This was the treat she’d enjoyed most with him, and when he dragged his tongue an inch lower on her tummy, a high-pitched gasp betrayed her.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He hoisted a brow as he pulled her knees apart and settled between her thighs. “Be as loud as you want. No one stays in this part of the house, but if they do, I want them to know exactly why you agreed to marry me.”
“Your money?” Pen teased to break the thick band of sexual tension strangling her.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that.” He didn’t offer another teasing lick, but buried his face between her thighs and doled out the promised punishment.
She took every lash she was owed, her fists mangling the duvet, her head thrashing on the pillows that one by one met their final resting places on the floor.
He wrung an orgasm from her without trying, and two more when he stepped up his game.
Panting, delirious with pleasure, Pen lazily opened her eyelids when he began climbing her body. Zach’s lips coasted over her ribs, breasts and to her neck where he bit her earlobe.
“Still on the pill?” His heated breath coated her ear.
“Yes.” She gripped his biceps, anticipation wriggling within. She wanted him. Now. Hell, five minutes ago.
He positioned his hips over hers, his erection pressing into her pelvis and so very close to home.
“Have you been with anyone since our night together?”
The question pulled her out of the moment and she frowned ever so briefly.
“I haven’t, Pen,” he told her, sincerity on his face. “Unless you count my hand and a few showers where I tried to erase the memory of you.”
He’d...thought about her. He was telling the truth.
Firm lips coasted over hers and a whisper of breath coated her mouth when he asked for her answer again.
“Have you?”
“No,” she answered.
She was rewarded with the roll of Zach’s hips and the feel of him sliding deep, overtaking her, filling her like she remembered.
His low groan reverberated against her breasts as she clung to his back, their bodies sealed by a thin layer of sweat.
He uttered a harsh curse that sounded a lot like a compliment before pushing his fingers into her hair and focusing his eyes on hers.
“You’re mine, Pen.”
