If You Were Mine

To make her his.

His hands were shaking as he slid his fingers into the sides of her panties, his erection growing even bigger at the shockingly sexy view of Heather’s nearly naked body on the bed. He wanted her full br**sts pressed into his chest, her long legs wrapped around his hips as he took her up, up, up, then over with him.

“Hurry,” she urged him, but how could he resist the scent, the taste of her? Her panties were only halfway down her thighs when he bent his head down to run his tongue over her.

She bucked up into his mouth as he laved the center of her arousal and a split second later he had to use his hands on her hips to hold her still as she began to cry out and quiver beneath his mouth. Ripping her panties the rest of the way off, he pushed her legs open wider to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her beautifully unexpected climax.

Zach loved the way she trembled beneath his lips. She was one of the strongest women he’d ever met, but when they were making love, she was all softness and pleasure.

He wanted to take her up over that edge again, could have listened to her gasps of pleasure all night long, and would have forgone his own orgasm to do just that had she not already ripped open the condom he’d thrown onto the bed and sat up to slide it over his erection.

“All night long, I needed you inside me, Zach. I can’t wait another second.”

This time it was her hands that were shaking as she pulled him down over her. Their mouths connected at the exact moment he slid into her, and he swallowed her gasp of pleasure with his kiss.

Again and again they rocked together, hard flesh against soft, Heather possessing him every bit as much as he was possessing her. They rolled so that she was on top, her strong muscles flexing as she rode him harder, faster, their mouths still fused in passion. His hands couldn’t decide where to go, to her br**sts or her hips, and he ended up stroking her again and again from curve to curve, her skin growing hotter, slicker beneath his palms, as he drove higher into her with every caress.

And just as he felt her inner muscles tighten down over him, he confessed, “I need you, too. More than I’ve ever needed anyone.”

He could hardly believe the beauty before him as his heated words gave her the final push she needed to tumble into a powerful climax. One so strong that despite how badly he wanted to stay lucid enough to watch her, to drink in every second of her pleasure, Zach had no choice but to join her.

It took a long while for them to catch their breath, and when he moved to lift her up again, she was half asleep against him as he carried her into the bathroom.

“Too tired for a massage,” she murmured against his chest.

He kissed her forehead, then turned on the tub, making sure the water was warm before lowering them both into it. She sighed as she felt the water move over her naked skin, but she didn’t open her eyes. Instead, with her back to his front, her hips between his thighs, she leaned her head back farther against his shoulder.

“So comfortable with you,” she said in a sleepy voice.

He smiled against her hair, happy to be her pillow for as long as she liked. Another time, he’d show her all the fun they could have in the tub together, but knowing she’d appreciate waking up clean and fresh, he softly ran the bar of soap over her beautiful skin.

She practically purred beneath his touch, but even though he knew she was enjoying the sensuality of their bath, nothing could trump her need for sleep right now. Still, he wasn’t even close to being a saint, so when her thighs instinctively opened for him to soap her up, he let himself play over that soft skin a little more than he had everywhere else.

Even half-asleep, she bucked up into his hand, and made little pleading noises for pleasure that he couldn’t help but want to fulfill. Dropping the soap, he swirled his fingers into the curls between her thighs.

He could tell she was somewhere between a dream and the bathtub as she breathed out his name. God, he loved hearing her say it. Whether she was horny or angry, laughing or irritated, he wanted her.

Needed her.

He already knew just how she loved to be touched. Moments later she was shuddering against him, her eyes still closed, a smile curving up her lips before every muscle, every bone in her body finally went lax against him.

He lifted her from the tub, toweled her off, and tucked her into bed. As she curled against him, one thigh over his, her face pressed into the crook of his shoulder, her arm across his chest, he was surprised to realize he actually didn’t mind going to bed without having her take care of his pleasure again.

Not when the chance to be with Heather like this, when she was soft and supple and perfectly trusting, was already more than he thought he could ever have.

Chapter Twenty-two

Heather was just waking up when she realized Zach wasn’t in bed with her. She couldn’t believe how late it was. She never slept past 6:30 a.m., so how could the clock say 10 a.m.?

Sitting up in bed, she looked through the slightly open bedroom door into the penthouse living room, where she could hear Zach speaking on the phone.

“I don’t know if I can do this one, Tommy. Are you sure no one else is available?” came before a slightly resigned, “Sure, I can be there by this afternoon for some practice runs with the crew.”

She grabbed a super-soft robe from the armoire and walked into the living room just in time to hear Zach curse as he dropped his phone onto the coffee table.

“Good morning to you, too,” she teased him.

He reached out and grabbed for her so fast that she found herself sprawled on his lap with his mouth on hers. She should have gotten enough of him already. Instead, every time he kissed her, touched her, she only found herself wanting more.