her fingers encountered the ridges of scar there and she leaned into him so that her breasts brushed against his back, dragging a rough moan from him.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, rising up on her knees so that her face was just inches from his.
Her warm breath spilled across the side of his face a second before the silky strands of her dark hair swept across his shoulders.
He looked back at her and said, “No, just . . . a little tight from the surfing.”
He didn’t want to confess that it had been way too long since he’d felt a woman’s gentle touch.
For a moment, just a moment, he reconsidered going back to his van to take care of business so he could have more control around her, but he didn’t want to waste even a second of being with her.
She nodded and licked her lips, and as their gazes collided for a brief instant, there was no denying that she was feeling something as well. Her emerald irises were wide and a flush that had nothing do with the sun spread across her cheeks and down to the swell of her breasts.
She squirted more lotion onto his upper shoulders and worked it into the muscles, and then moved down to the front of his chest, her action putting her front full against his back. As she skimmed her hands across his nipples, another groan erupted from him and this time, he wasn’t going to lie about the reason for it.
Splaying his hand over hers as it rested on the swell of his chest, he said, “Since I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of all our friends, I think we should take this somewhere private. If you want to, that is.”
Chapter 4
After so many years around men, Samantha was one thing. Direct. “My house is only a few blocks from here.”
But because she was direct, she couldn’t hold back from adding, “But it’s just sex, Zack. Nothing more.”
Because she wasn’t capable of more as emotionally damaged as she was.
As he settled his gaze on her, it was impossible to miss the determination there and that as much as he might agree to just the sex, that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him in the long run.
“That’s a start,” he said.
And a finish , she wanted to reply, but she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to be with him. He was smart, sexy, intelligent, and to hell with his being younger.
She shot to her feet, grabbed her beach wrap, and slipped it on while he pulled on his shirt, tossed the lotion into her beach bag and then handed her the bag. She slung it over her shoulder and he shook out the blanket, and then wadded it into a giant ball against his midsection, hiding his arousal.
She held her hand out to him, inviting him yet again to take this step, and he twined his fingers with hers. Together they walked toward Zack’s van and waved goodbye to the friends who were just arriving at the beach. She ignored the self-satisfied smirk on Mark’s face, as if he’d had something to do with what was about to happen.
She pushed on, picking up her pace, but when Zack stumbled beside her and muttered a curse, she glanced over at him.
“Something wrong?”
Zack forced a smile, hiding the pain shooting up lefty from his awkward slip in the sand. “Still a little shaky from the surfing,” he said and the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
She slowed her pace to match his and he was grateful for that in more than one way. It gave him time to cool the passion that had threatened to overtake him on the beach and it made it easier for him to keep his gait to almost normal.
As they walked, she swung their hands lightheartedly, and shot him a smile that was part shy and part playful. Joy glittered in her emerald gaze, driving away the shadows for a moment.
His chest tightened with the realization that he might be the reason why. His gut twisted because that joy might be short-lived when the truth of his condition became apparent.
But if she could let go of her secrets to explore this
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, rising up on her knees so that her face was just inches from his.
Her warm breath spilled across the side of his face a second before the silky strands of her dark hair swept across his shoulders.
He looked back at her and said, “No, just . . . a little tight from the surfing.”
He didn’t want to confess that it had been way too long since he’d felt a woman’s gentle touch.
For a moment, just a moment, he reconsidered going back to his van to take care of business so he could have more control around her, but he didn’t want to waste even a second of being with her.
She nodded and licked her lips, and as their gazes collided for a brief instant, there was no denying that she was feeling something as well. Her emerald irises were wide and a flush that had nothing do with the sun spread across her cheeks and down to the swell of her breasts.
She squirted more lotion onto his upper shoulders and worked it into the muscles, and then moved down to the front of his chest, her action putting her front full against his back. As she skimmed her hands across his nipples, another groan erupted from him and this time, he wasn’t going to lie about the reason for it.
Splaying his hand over hers as it rested on the swell of his chest, he said, “Since I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of all our friends, I think we should take this somewhere private. If you want to, that is.”
Chapter 4
After so many years around men, Samantha was one thing. Direct. “My house is only a few blocks from here.”
But because she was direct, she couldn’t hold back from adding, “But it’s just sex, Zack. Nothing more.”
Because she wasn’t capable of more as emotionally damaged as she was.
As he settled his gaze on her, it was impossible to miss the determination there and that as much as he might agree to just the sex, that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him in the long run.
“That’s a start,” he said.
And a finish , she wanted to reply, but she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to be with him. He was smart, sexy, intelligent, and to hell with his being younger.
She shot to her feet, grabbed her beach wrap, and slipped it on while he pulled on his shirt, tossed the lotion into her beach bag and then handed her the bag. She slung it over her shoulder and he shook out the blanket, and then wadded it into a giant ball against his midsection, hiding his arousal.
She held her hand out to him, inviting him yet again to take this step, and he twined his fingers with hers. Together they walked toward Zack’s van and waved goodbye to the friends who were just arriving at the beach. She ignored the self-satisfied smirk on Mark’s face, as if he’d had something to do with what was about to happen.
She pushed on, picking up her pace, but when Zack stumbled beside her and muttered a curse, she glanced over at him.
“Something wrong?”
Zack forced a smile, hiding the pain shooting up lefty from his awkward slip in the sand. “Still a little shaky from the surfing,” he said and the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
She slowed her pace to match his and he was grateful for that in more than one way. It gave him time to cool the passion that had threatened to overtake him on the beach and it made it easier for him to keep his gait to almost normal.
As they walked, she swung their hands lightheartedly, and shot him a smile that was part shy and part playful. Joy glittered in her emerald gaze, driving away the shadows for a moment.
His chest tightened with the realization that he might be the reason why. His gut twisted because that joy might be short-lived when the truth of his condition became apparent.
But if she could let go of her secrets to explore this
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