around her shoulders. “Not going to lie. I like playing the role of protector. I haven’t been in a haunted house since I was a teenager.”
“Man, you really have been in a rut.”
“Yeah. Just needed to find a pretty girl to help me break free.” He looked around the dark room with the scary music playing. “Oh yeah. This place is great.”
“Figures you’d like it. I bet you’re the type who loves horror movies too.”
Before he could reply, a zombie seemed to detach itself from what Tacy had thought was a blank wall, approaching them with a loud groan.
She jumped at least five feet in the air and screamed.
Zac laughed as he quickly guided her away from the horrible creature and into another room.
While she’d feared how she would react, she had actually believed she could control it better. After all, she knew none of this was real. “Shit. That was embarrassing.”
“It was ador—”
Before Zac could finish, a spider dropped from the ceiling right in front of her. Even though her brain said fake, the rest of her reacted instinctively.
“Oh my God! Motherfucker!” She dodged behind Zac, gripping his shirt so tightly she was in danger of tearing it right off him.
Zac batted the plastic thing away and pulled her farther along, not bothering to loosen her grip on his shirt. “Maybe we should walk faster. Get this over with. I’m starting to worry about you, darlin’.”
“I thought I could handle—”
The sound of a witch cackling loudly filled the room and Tacy screamed in outright terror.
“That’s it.” Zac reached out to open a closed door nearby. He pushed her inside, following quickly before shutting them in.
Tacy gazed around the dim room. “Um, Zac. I think this is a closet.”
“Yeah. I thought you might like a breather before we go back out there and try to find the exit.”
Her heart was still racing, her hands shaking, but now that she knew nothing was going to come at her, she was beginning to relax. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
She released a long breath just before Zac stepped closer.
“Besides, I seem to recall a challenge being laid down earlier.”
Tacy laughed softly. Obviously she stood corrected. There was something coming at her in here too. And it made her heart race even faster.
The difference was this time she wasn’t afraid. Not even a little.
She lifted her arms to his shoulders as he bent to kiss her. Three kisses in, and every time, he took her breath away. Zac kissed her as if she mattered, as though she was special.
There was no denying the intensity of the kiss, but there was also a gentleness behind it. She appreciated that care as much as it drove her nuts. She felt as if he was holding back.
This time when their lips parted, she decided to test the waters. She nipped at his lower lip, slowly increasing the pressure until Zac pulled away.
There was a tiny, frosted window in the far wall, but there appeared to be a large tree blocking the sunlight from streaming in. As such, the room was painted in a dim gray that left her and Zac in shadows. Nevertheless, she could still make out his hungry expression.
She’d surprised him. And aroused him.
“You wanna play rough?” His voice was deep, husky, that gorgeous southern accent adding even more wetness to her already-damp panties. Tacy hadn’t had sex in one year, two months, three days and a handful of hours. And sadly, it hadn’t been much to write home about.
Zac set her body on fire. Her nipples were tight, her pussy clenching. She feared one touch from him in the right spot and she’d spontaneously combust.
God. She was so tired of finding her own lukewarm orgasms. Tired of being alone. Tired of feeling out of control.
Everything she’d known, planned, and expected in life had been blown to bits in one stupid fall.
Maybe she didn’t know where she was going in the future, but she knew exactly what she wanted right now. And it was Zac.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Rough is
Mari Carr and Jayne Rylon