Naked Treats (8 page)

She
should
be rested, he thought. They’d been
in bed for three nights and days straight, ever since the trial. Of
course, they hadn’t been sleeping for most of that time.

He grinned. He wanted to laugh out loud. He wanted to
shout to the heavens and say silly, declarative things about love
and forever. But that could wait a little while. They were still
finding their way back to each other. That they were on the same
path and moving in the same direction was enough for now.

Rose came toward him, bearing a big white platter
full of wonderful things to eat. Toast points smothered in the
golden sauce, asparagus spears, the perfect eggs, and disks of
crusty ham. She set it down before him on the table. But he quickly
swiveled to one side, pulling her in to park her body between his
knees.

“Come here, you,” he murmured. “You’re what I want
for my breakfast.”

“Umm, yummy,” she said.

Her breasts were at mouth level, the perfect height
for sucking on. He did that now, treating first one rosy nipple and
then the other to a vigorous bath. She threw her head back and
moaned low in her throat, fingers digging into his shoulders. And
then his sly hand strayed down and found its way behind her lacy
apron, invading the dark cleft between her thighs. He heard the
sharp catch of her breath and smelled the perfume of her
arousal.

“Marry me, Rose,” he said hoarsely.

He waited for it, the stab of fear that had always
speared him through.

But it never came.

“I will, Zack” she said, and kissed him.

The End

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