If You Were Mine (23 page)

beautiful breast into his mouth.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried out his

name as he laved first one, then the other. They sank down to

the mattress like that, with his greedy mouth on her soft skin as

her hands held his head over her chest, groaning when his lips

and tongue met her warm, sinfuly sweet flesh.

Zach had always loved sex in every form—slow sex, rough

sex, playful sex, quick and dirty sex—but he’d never felt this

desperation, this primal need to claim a woman as his before.

And when he finaly looked up to see Heather’s long, dark hair

fanned out on the pilow, her cheeks flushed with excitement, her

eyes dark and hazy with arousal...he lost it.

Al those plans to heighten her anticipation by making her

wait, to take his time learning her curves and holows al over

again with the lights on this time, shattered in the face of his

again with the lights on this time, shattered in the face of his

overpowering desire to take her.

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 ful breasts 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 stil 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

beautifuly 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 al softness and pleasure.

He wanted to take her up over that edge again, could have

listened to her gasps of pleasure al 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.

“Al 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 puled

him down over her. Their mouths connected at the exact moment

he slid into her, and he swalowed 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 roled so that she was on top, her strong

muscles flexing as she rode him harder, faster, their mouths stil

fused in passion. His hands couldn’t decide where to go, to her

breasts 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

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 pilow for as

long as she liked. Another time, he’d show her al 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 practicaly 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. Stil, 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 fulfil. Dropping the soap, he swirled his fingers into the curls

between her thighs.

He could tel 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 stil

Moments later she was shuddering against him, her eyes stil

closed, a smile curving up her lips before every muscle, every

bone in her body finaly 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 actualy 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.

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.

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.

“I had so many plans for a Sunday alone with you,” he

murmured against her mouth when he finaly let her up for air.

“My buddy Tommy just screwed them al up.”

Heather had to work hard—
really
hard—to keep from

showing her own disappointment that he had to leave already.

She hadn’t planned to spend any part of the weekend with him,

but after the way Friday night had turned into Saturday morning

and then was repeated al over again Saturday night, she’d

started to get used to having him around. Enough, at least, that a

Sunday together wouldn’t have kiled her.

She almost asked him where he needed to rush off to, but it

was the kind of thing a girlfriend needed to know. Not a sex

buddy like her.

Fortunately, he told her anyway. “Tommy was a good

friend of my father’s. My dad taught me how to build an engine,

and then Tommy showed me how to drive one real fast.” He

was pressing soft kisses along the underside of her jaw as he

spoke. “His doctor wouldn’t sign off on him to get into the car

this time around and he needs someone to sub for him in a race

on Monday morning. I’ve got to get to Southern California by

this afternoon to do some practice runs with the crew.”

Of course he raced cars, she thought. A man like Zach

Of course he raced cars, she thought. A man like Zach

wouldn’t be content with just being a business mogul. It wouldn’t

be enough that he could slay at least half the human population

just by glancing in their direction. He would need the rush of

testing the limits of the fast cars he built, too. And she had a

pretty good sense that he wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, that those

kinds of fears wouldn’t hold him back the way they might with

other people.

But just thinking about Zach getting into a race car and

driving real fast
had her heart pounding. What if he got hurt?

What if these past few days with him were the only ones she

ever got to have?

She was surprised to realize the scars on her arms were

tingling, like a mainline from her emotions to her body.

Working to sound like it was no big deal, she asked, “How

long have you been racing?”

Just because she was sleeping with him didn’t mean his grin

had any less impact. If anything, it hit her even harder now.

Because she knew how fast that grin could bend into a sensual

look that melted down her should-stay-icy core.

“Pretty much since the day I got my driver’s license.”

“Sounds like fun,” she said, but then couldn’t stop herself

from adding, “but isn’t it dangerous?”

His eyes flashed with something she couldn’t quite read

before he shrugged. “We’re going close to 200 miles per hour.

Of course it’s dangerous.”

Her fingers itched to smack him for his devil-may-care

Her fingers itched to smack him for his devil-may-care

response. “I’m sure your family would be realy upset if anything

happened to you.”

His eyes narrowed on her as if he knew she was realy

saying
she
would be realy upset if anything happened to him.

But instead of caling her on acting more like a possessive

girlfriend than she had any right to be given their arrangement, he

said, “You should come. I’l strap you in real tight and take you

for a ride.”

Just that fast, the wicked glint in his eyes got her heart to

racing for reasons that had nothing to do with his getting hurt in a

speeding car.

Both a shiver of need and a thril at the thought of letting

loose in a speeding car were there as she teased, “You just like

the idea of strapping me into something.”

He abruptly stood up with her in his arms and carried her

over to the massage table. “Unfortunately, there are no bindings

on this, but I’m sure we can improvise.” She tried to clutch the

robe to her chest but he quickly had it off her shoulders. “Ready

for your massage?”

Her breath was already coming too fast and her mouth felt

dry as she said, “Don’t you need to go race a fast car?”

“I promised you a massage first, and I always make good

on my promises.”

She tried not to read too much into his talk of promises. It

was just sexy talk. He was being playful, the way he usualy was.

People threw around a lot of words they didn’t mean when they

were having realy awesome sex with one another.

were having realy awesome sex with one another.

“In that case, I’m not going to turn down the offer,” she

said in a deliberately light voice. “How do you want me?”

His eyes darkened with desire at her provocative question.

“Let’s start with you on your stomach.”

Trying not to feel self-conscious about being completely

naked on the padded massage table, she got into position. He

left the room for a moment, and when he came back to stand in

front of her, she looked down at his bare feet through the hole in

the padded head rest. She wasn’t surprised to note that his bare

feet were as perfect as the rest of him.

“Usualy the masseuse puts a sheet over me.”

“I sure as hel hope so,” he growled as she suddenly

smeled lavender. “You’d better never let any else see you like

this.”

He was the most possessive man she’d ever met. But any

protests she might have made about no one owning her but