he wanted to do was claim her. Roll her under him and bury his hardness into her until she submitted to the demands of his lust in every way.
Limp, she collapsed over him as one quiver after another racked her slim form as her climax ebbed away.
His hand, still gloved between her legs was doing more petting the stroking. Removing his hand from her backside, he brought it up and brushed the loose strands of hair from her face. “I want you, Kourtney.”
Shifting, she looked down at him. Her hazel eyes looked more green than brown in the shadows. “Haven’t we gone far enough? This situation is becoming complicated.”
“Never. I won’t let that happen.” He drew along the bridge of her nose. “I’m too old to be rutting in the grass like a teenager.” He chuckled. “But, I can’t see this night ending without me inside you. Come home with me.”
Her lids stretched with his words. He could tell his boldness had shocked her. But he had never been one to play coy. The heat of her sex, still blazed even through her damp panties, where his hand now rested outside of.
Her body tensed and something flashed in her eyes but went away just as quick. His gut tightened as he could feel her struggle, palpable between them, as he wondered if she would tell him no and ask him to take her home.
“Just tonight, Zac. No strings. You won’t sleep a yes out of me.”
Sitting up with her still in his lap, she became a pile of silky dress and beguiling woman in his arms. “Who said anything about sleeping?”
~YH~
What am I doing? Those words kept replaying in her mind as she sat listening to the low playing jazz music on the car radio. Even as the question tried to get her to think rationally and not travel this road with the man, the stroking of his hand on her thigh pushed it away.
She was no stranger to Zachary Powers’ magnetic appeal. Or rather her attraction to it. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten swept in by her own mind-boggling desire for the businessman. She should be more immune. It had been years since the last time. But having him walk into her bakery like a ghost from her past brought too many dormant feelings and emotions she had for him to the surface. Maybe that was the problem, she’d never dealt with them, but instead she had stuffed them down and convinced herself they had gone away. Had been a fluke of a moment.
The cloud of confusion as to why she was even in the car with Zac headed to his house in the first place was pressing in on her. This was dangerous ground for her. The fact he didn’t appear to even remember her, them, should have been enough to make her act more sensibly this time.
When his hand moved from her knee to the center of her thigh and stroked her there as he played the silk fabric of her dress against her, she was bulldozed again by her lust.
One night. One more night. She convinced herself. Too many nights, she’d ached for his touch. Believing that she’d imagined the energy between them. This time when it was over, she’d walk away. This time she was blindsided but going into it with her eyes wide open. More importantly, no matter what happened tonight she wasn’t giving up her bakery.
“A penny for your thoughts.” His rich tenor seduced her like aged bourbon, captivating and heady.
“I’d rather worry about the nickel.” They were at a stop light and she used the opportunity to lean in and kiss him.
He met her over the console and deepened the kiss. Once again they were carried away in the moment until several car horns went off behind them.
Drawing back, he winked at her then drove through the light. “If I keep kissing and touching you we’re going to get arrested.”
She smiled at him. It did something to her to know that he was just as blown over by the impact of what was between them.
On the rest of the drive they remained silent. Zac continued to caress her thigh through her skirt but they listened to the music comfortably.
When he pulled