A Little Wild (22 page)

He groaned. “I want you undressed.”

She shook her head. Baring her body felt too intimate this first time.

“It’s my night—” her breath hitched “—and the dress stays on.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Panties?”

“They can come off…soon.”

Satisfaction creasing his features, he nodded. Sitting beside her, he picked up his wine.

After he’d sipped twice, she gestured for him to place the glass on the table. She pressed her hands to his shoulders, intending to coax him back onto the couch cushions. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her forcefully down on top of him. Their mouths fused, the rich wine sweetening their kiss.

Zach’s tongue thrust into her mouth, and need swelled within her. She wanted him. God, so much. His hands, his lips—everywhere. But she couldn’t lose control. She dared not risk it.

As they kissed, he pushed up the skirt of her dress.

“Let me,” she whispered. Standing, she shed her sandals and panties.

His gaze riveted to her face. The heat of his stare loosened shivery sensations inside her. Ignoring the out-of-place longing, she retrieved her purse from beneath the coffee table and rummaged in it for the condoms she’d bought specifically for them.

She tore open a packet and sheathed his strong cock.

“Hop on,” he murmured.

Gathering her dress around her waist, she straddled him on the couch. Her knees dug into the cool leather, her bare feet hanging over the cushions.

He held her hips, palms hot on her skin as she hovered above his erection. He lowered one hand to position his cock at her wet entrance.

He moved the head back and forth, back and forth, mercilessly teasing her.

Then his hand stilled, and he waited.

How she loved that he waited.

Her dress draping his forearms, she placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly sank onto him. Rose up then sank farther.
Deeper.

Her inner muscles clenched him, and she gasped as her body stretched to accommodate his size.

His groans reached her ears. A cry escaping her, she sank fully onto him. But she couldn’t move. Not yet. The pressure of his thickness was too intense, too new and glorious a sensation.

Remaining motionless where they joined, she lowered her head for a kiss.

His tongue claimed hers. His hands roved up and down her fabric-covered ribcage then inside the open bodice, searing her skin. He opened the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts bounced against his chest.

She needed to move. Zach thumbed one nipple and electric currents shot to her clit. She rode him. His hips matched her pace, increasing the wonderful sensations.

His fingers probed her intimate curls. Reaching down, she nudged them off their target. She needed to concentrate on his pleasure, or she’d shatter.

Again, his fingers homed in on her clit. She bumped them away. His hips pumped, and she rocked on top of him. Her foot kicked out.

Her toes hit a wineglass. It crashed onto the hardwood floor. Harsh tinkling rent the air.

Panting, she broke the kiss. “Zach, your glass.”

“Leave it.”

“But—”

“Did you cut your foot?”

“No.”

“Then leave it.”

He continued pumping, eradicating her Suzy Homemaker tendencies. He cupped a breast and lifted it to his mouth. As his teeth grazed the sensitive nipple, she arched her back and rode him harder. Her clit met his pelvis
just right
. Every time his teeth grazed her nipple, heat and tension pulsed in her.

She arched again, meeting his thrusts. All at once, it began happening. Too fast. Damn it, too soon.

“St-stop.” Without manual stimulation, she’d hoped she could postpone her climax.

“Stop?” Hazy sensuality laced his voice.

“No, st-stay. No, stop. No, no, sta—”
Too late.
Clenching spasms rocked her body. Her orgasm gripped tight and refused to let go. “Staaayyyyy.”

“Stay still?”

“God, no.”

“Good.” He pumped again, and a guttural sound ripped from his throat. He throbbed within her, hips lifting, arching.

The intensity of his thrusts pushed him deeper, higher.

Another thrust, and exquisite sensations burned between her legs to her toes. The waves crashed over her.

“Zach!” It couldn’t be happening again. It never happened twice.

Craving his mouth, she dropped her head forward. His lips found hers, and he kissed her until the ripples subsided.

“Ohhh.”
Resting her head on his shoulder, she struggled to regulate her breathing. He shifted beneath her, now semi-hard inside her.

He brushed the hair off her face. The gentle motion prompted her to look at him.

“Tess, sweetheart, that was fantastic.”

“You’re telling me.”

“This was a first for you, huh?”

She blinked. It was that obvious she’d never before experienced multiple orgasms? “How did you know?”

“Last night you said you’ve never talked during lovemaking.”

Her heart racketed. She’d expected a studmuffin of Zach Halliday’s caliber to call their erotic pairing what it was—sex.

He was probably being a gentleman, saying what most women wanted to hear.
Lovemaking, sweetheart, darling, soul mate.

But Tess wasn’t most women. She had an agenda—and the determination to succeed.

“Well, there was the wineglass to contend with.”

He chuckled. “We damn near came at the same time, too.”

Guess she couldn’t have everything. “Something to work on.”

“Demanding wench. Now?”

“I’ll allow you thirty minutes to recuperate.”

His hands glided up the sides of her dress. “As long as you’re trying with me and no one else, I’m happy.”

“Agreed.” She didn’t want to share this remarkable man with any other woman. “We stay exclusive until…” While what they shared would eventually end, she couldn’t voice the prospect while he remained inside her.

He possessed no such qualms. “Until we’re over.”

High-pitched beeping woke Tess at eight a.m. She pounded her radio-alarm until the darn thing shut up. Exhaustion seeped through her pores. Also an exquisite soreness, thanks to Zach Halliday’s mind-blowing sexual techniques.

She eyed the glowing, blue clock numbers. Eight blinked to 8:01 and then 8:02. Her lids drifted shut. Next time she checked, the clock displayed 8:23. Shit! If she didn’t spring to life, she’d lose her entire Sunday. She and Randi were meeting at noon for a shopping spree, and Tess wanted to do laundry and buy groceries first. Plus let Buddy out of his cage for some budgie recreation. After Randi racked up her credit card balance, Tess would head to the office and hack away at paperwork. She’d promised to meet Zach at his place for dinner at six. How would she accomplish her humongous to-do list on five hours’ sleep?

She needed a boost.

She glanced at the cell phone beside her radio-alarm, and her lips twitched. “I knew I left you in here for a reason.”

Talking to electronics. Probably not healthy.

Retrieving the cell, she accessed her contact list and pressed Zach’s home number. On the third ring, he answered.

“Hey, babe. You’re not sleeping in?”

Her nipples tightened in response to his sleep-husky voice. “I can’t. Remember the jam-packed schedule I mentioned last night?”

“You mean the multitude of excuses about why you couldn’t stay over?”

She burrowed beneath her cozy bedcovers. “Zach, if I’d stayed, we wouldn’t have slept.”

“Maybe not. But you’d be here with me this morning.”

“I can still be with you…in my mind. Don’t forget our agreement. Three times on Sunday.”

His sensual laugh reverberated in her ear. “You want to have phone sex
now
?”

She smiled. “Round one. Round two has to wait until after I see Randi. For number three, how about tonight, after I return from your place? I’ll fall asleep thinking about you.”

“Sounds hot. But wouldn’t you rather get it on when we see each other later? We can touch each other instead of touching ourselves.”

Sweetness invaded her chest. Closing her eyes, she murmured, “We can do that, too.” She slipped her free hand into her baby-doll bottoms.

“Woman, you’ll be the death of me.”

Her eyes drifted half-open. She brushed two fingers over her clit. “Can’t climax four times in the space of fifteen hours, Halliday?”

“Believe me, babe, it won’t be a problem.”

“I love a man who can rise to the occasion.”

“Then you’ve hooked up with the right guy.”

She sighed. “Are you hard?” She pinched her clit. Sensation zinged through her.

“Honey, I’m always aroused in the morning.”

She swirled a finger over her swollen nub, a tantalizing, teasing touch. “Tell me a story,” she whispered into her cell.

“Are you in bed?” His deep voice seduced her. If she were with him, she’d cup his face and kiss him.

“Yes. And I want you like crazy.”

“What are you wearing?”

Like she’d ruin the sexy mood by describing her ancient, daisy-flecked baby-dolls. “I’m naked. And feeling very, very hot.”

He groaned. “You bet your sweet ass you’re naked, babe. You’re flat on your back on my bed. Your gorgeous legs are spread wide. Your pussy is spread wide, too. Your juices are soaking the sheets, because I’m holding your legs apart and I’m eating you.”

Oh God, yes! He was eating her, devouring her with his mouth. An intimacy they hadn’t shared yet.

Her vagina slickened as she imagined him parting her legs wider and wider. She was completely vulnerable, at his mercy.

“Does that work?” he asked roughly.

“It’s wonderful.”
Zach.
She desperately wanted to feel his mouth and tongue on hers. However, until she saw him later, their shared fantasy would suffice.

“Good. Because I’m eating you like a starving man, babe. I’m nibbling your clit with gentle teeth…chewing your downy-soft pussy lips…parting them and licking between them. All around them. You taste like ambrosia. I could eat you forever.”

Every time he said “eat”, her sensitive clit throbbed beneath her rapidly moving fingers. Her climax threatened to crest.

Damn it, why did her orgasms sweep upon her so quickly lately? She yanked her hand out of her bottoms and tugged one nipple while Zach’s magic voice stimulated her clit.

“I love to chew you, babe. It’s the first thing I plan to do when I see you tonight.”

She moaned. In her mind, his dark head bobbed between her legs. Sensing her gaze, he glanced up, love shining in his—

Whoa, back up!
Not
love
shining.
Lust
shining. In his chocolate-brown eyes.

Thrusting her hips, she rolled her nipple. Heat rushed between her legs. But what about his needs? She couldn’t hog all the pleasure.

“Are you stroking yourself?” she whispered.

“
Oh yeah.
I’m enjoying this fantasy so much, I can’t tell you. The more I eat you, the harder I grow.”

She whimpered. “I’m squirming on your bed…and you realize I’m about to come. But I’m not ready yet. Zach, I’m not. I urge your head up. When I look at you, you know what I want. You turn on the mattress until your cock is near my mouth. I want to sixty-nine you, Zach. I’ve never wanted to do that with another guy. But you make me feel…more than anything, more than coming myself…I want your cock down my throat.”

“Jesus.”

“You are so big. I’ve never appreciated giving head before. But, with you, I love it. It feels incredibly sexy and intimate, and I get off on your pleasure. In my fantasy, I’m uber-talented. I don’t have a gag reflex. You can slide your big cock down my throat. I can take it all.”

“Christ, babe, you’re good at this.” His ragged breathing puffed in her ear.

She’d better be freaking fantastic at it. Because the more she concentrated on their raunchy talk, the less she worried about that silly idea of love shining in his eyes.

She whispered, “I’m tugging your balls, Zach. Long, slow tugs in rhythm with the suction of my mouth. It’s driving you wild. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

“Your mouth feels amazing, Tess. But I want inside you.”

“I need to have you there.”

“Face-to-face. Kissing you. Holding you.”

“Yes, yes!”

In another instant, he filled her, his thick shaft driving in and out. She pushed her hand down her bottoms again. Three quick rubs and she soared. Fire sparked in her limbs as he thrust his way to orgasm, his sex noises erotic in her ear.

He ended on a low moan. “Babe, I can’t wait until dinner. I have to see—”

“Call you in a few hours.” Clicking End, she smiled.

Chapter Fourteen

“This concludes my presentation for the annual Floretta House fundraiser.” Zach glanced around at the familiar faces of the charity’s board of directors gathered at the Halliday Enterprises boardroom table. “Questions?”

The assembled men and women shook their heads. Zach’s father addressed the group. “Very well. All in favor of a formal black-and-white Christmas ball, raise your hands.”

Nine hands lifted.

“It’s unanimous,” Dad said. “Does anyone have further business to discuss?”

More head-shaking and murmurs to the negative ensued.

“Then I declare the August 31st board meeting for Floretta House adjourned. Thank you, everyone, for stealing time from your busy lives to devote to my favorite cause. I can’t tell you how much it means to me. The families of the women residing in Floretta House while undergoing cancer treatment appreciate it, too. Thanks to your efforts, the financial burden of their loved ones traveling to Vancouver to receive treatment continues to be eased.”

Dad stood. The board members dispersed, a few exiting the room right away while others stopped at the snack table to visit.

Stuffing the report into his briefcase, Zach looked at Ethan. “Thanks for allowing me the glory of presenting the information after you put it together.” He snagged his suit jacket off the chair back and shrugged it on.

“Not a problem.” His brother stood. “Besides, you did the leg work and you’re better at public speaking than I am.”