If You Were Mine

She wanted to focus only on him now, needed to make sure he felt as good as she did, but she couldn’t stop her body from responding to how good it felt. Only, she didn’t want to go there alone this time.

“Zach.” She tried to warn him, but it was too late, she was already falling. “Please,” she heard herself beg through a fog, knowing he wouldn’t understand what she wanted, that he would just think she was pleading for him to prolong her next climax. Still, she said it again, the only two words she could form. “Please, Zach.”

It didn’t take more than a split second for Heather to realize she’d underestimated him yet again. Somewhere in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that he understood her desires, that he quite likely knew her body, her sensual needs, better than she ever had herself.

In the next sweet, perfect moment, Zach’s name was falling from her lips like a benediction as he stilled above her, then pulsed long and hard with his own powerful release.

And, oh, how she loved the way he threaded his hands into her hair, then covered her mouth in a kiss that told her just how much she pleased him. At least as much as he’d pleased her.

Finally, he came down over her, breathing hard, his weight heavy over hers as he pressed her even deeper into his mattress. She didn’t mind his weight or the dampness that stuck between them, not when she could wrap her arms around his back and simply hold him.

Chapter Eighteen

Heather woke up a few hours later in the circle of Zach’s strong arms. Instinctively, she snuggled into his naked body, but the warnings that hadn’t been able to pierce through the arousal clouding her brain before, now rushed in with unrelenting fury.

Here lay danger, feeling soft and warm and safe with Zach Sullivan.

She was a woman, so she would allow herself a little softness. Warmth couldn’t be helped, either. Not when Zach was a walking, breathing heating unit.

But safe?

Only a complete fool would let herself believe she was safe with him.

Besides, their agreement in the ball park’s alley had been perfectly clear. Their relationship was all about sex.

Nothing else.

Oh God, how could she already be in so far over her head with this man? She’d thought she was tough enough to make a pleasure-only deal with him...but if she’d known the way he was going to make love to her last night, that it would feel like he was giving his heart and soul to her, too, she never would have been so stupidly arrogant as to think that she could be the one woman on the planet not to lose her heart to Zach Sullivan. Adding in the way he’d found her scars, and asked how she’d been hurt, like it broke his heart to even think of anything happening to her—not to mention the way she’d completely lied to him about how the scars had come to be—had a shiver of warning skittering up her spine.

And yet, even had she known all of that, would she have been able to turn her back on the chance to feel his arms around her, his lips pressing against hers, his hands rough and sure on her skin?

No, she honestly didn’t think she would.

Beyond irritated with herself for having neither self-control nor a big enough sense of self-preservation where he was concerned, she began to lift his arm from where he was holding her tightly to him.

Zach’s arm tightened around her waist. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”

His breath was warm, sensual, against her ear, his erection pressing into her bottom as she took a deep breath. There was nothing she wanted more than to stay here with him.

Which was exactly why she needed to succeed at pushing from his arms to slide off the bed. “I need to go.”

“Not yet.” His teeth found her lobe and tugged at it. “I need you again.”

She barely stifled a needy moan as she felt the immediate answering throb at her br**sts, between her legs. She needed him, too.

Only hours after he’d given her a shocking amount of pleasure, she was desperate for more. For the slow caress of his large, calloused hands over her skin as he lazily filled his hands with her.

“You have the most beautiful body, Heather.”

Wanting to stop her stupid heart from swelling at his heated praise, she made herself say, “How can you tell,” as if she were cogent, rather than already sinking deeper and deeper beneath his spell, “when you haven’t even seen it properly yet?”

She loved the sound of his soft laughter against her neck, far too much.

“I can see in the dark, remember? But I could be blind and know how beautiful you are. Just from this.” He let his fingertips play across her br**sts. “And this.” He slid his hand down over her stomach muscles into the already damp curls between her legs.

She couldn’t believe how desperate he made her feel with his hand between her thighs and his lips plotting a course of sensual destruction across her neck and shoulders. Thank God, the next thing she knew he was shifting on the bed to reach for another condom.

When she heard the familiar tearing of the small package, she spun to yank it out of his hands in the dark. Desire gave her perfect aim, even though she could still barely see a thing.

Zach helped guide the condom in her hand to his erect shaft and together they rolled it down over the thick, throbbing length.

Last night she’d let him take control and it had been amazing, but now that she knew the pleasure he could give her, she couldn’t possibly sit back and wait for him to tease, to tantalize again.

Laying her palms flat on his chest, she pushed him back onto the bed and moved over him to straddle his hips. A breath later, she was sinking down on him.