Out Of The Blue (The Wrong Bed #12)(26)

"Hannah, wait…" She was perfect, beyond perfect. And he was already so aroused his toes were tingling, his body just one touch away from exploding. "We're dreaming. I'm dreaming—"

She took his hands and slid them up over her flat belly, past her ribs, letting out a hum of pleasure as his fingers took over and cupped her breasts in his palms. "Not dreaming," she whispered fiercely. She lifted up on her knees so that his erection nestled at her hot, wet center, poised for entry.

He was gasping for breath as if he'd just run a marathon, every inch of him dying, dying for her. "Wait," he pleaded into her hair, sucking in a harsh breath when she shifted her hips, taking the very tip of him inside her. He gripped her hips and with his last ounce of control, held her still.

Stop, his mind commanded. Set her away from you.

"I don't have any … protection," his body said instead.

"You … don't?"

She sounded so frustrated he let out a low laugh. "No, I— No."

"I do." Her eyes were so dark and round he could have drowned in them. "Alexi gave me a box of condoms last Christmas. It was supposed to be a joke because I never need them…"

God bless Alexi, was Zach's only rational thought as Hannah held up a foil packet. Then her hands were on him, inexpertly but oh-so-deliciously touching him, and because he was so close, so very close, he pushed her fingers aside and finished the job himself.

Then finally, finally, he pulled her down for a long, deep, wet kiss, completely forgetting why this was a bad idea. Forgetting why he'd ever thought he could walk away from Avila without having her. He rolled her beneath him, ran his hands over her and thrust inside her body.

He didn't get far.

Lifting his head, he stared down into her glazed eyes. Her face was flushed with pleasure, her eyes alight with glowing need. She was biting her full lower lip, and she looked so incredibly turned on, he could barely speak.

"Please," she whispered, arching, thrusting up, running her hands over him. "Oh, please."

As if he could resist. Everything had become a haze of desire and need and friction. She gripped his hips as he cupped her face. Together they surged, and together they broke through the wall of her resistance.

Wall of resistance.

If he'd still been groggy, even partly asleep, he came suddenly, sharply, shockingly fully awake in that moment, and froze.

Definitely not a dream. He looked down into her face, saw the truth in her shining eyes. Groaning her name, he dropped his forehead to hers. "Oh, Hannah…"

"Please," she said again.

Tenderness, and a whole host of other things he didn't want to think about, flooded him. "Are you okay?"

Her hips were thrusting helplessly toward his, assuring him she was fine and needing more. "Zach … I need…"

"Yes," he whispered, dipping down to kiss her, to streak off her few tears with his thumbs. "I know. I know what you need." And to make sure she got it, he ran his hands over her, her breasts, her belly, everywhere, rearing up so he could slip a hand between her thighs, using his fingers to pay special homage to her very center, which was hot and slippery.

She cried out and he urged her on, whispering erotic promises, coaxing, teasing, keeping up the motion of his fingers while she began to shudder. Her contractions triggered his own undeniable explosion, and together they took that sweet, wild plunge into ecstasy.

*

The next thing Hannah knew, she was blinking at the ceiling in orgasmic shock, having just had the most amazing experience of her very inexperienced life.

She'd done it.

It.

And it had been every bit as good as she'd dared to hope. Better.

Her earlier exhaustion was gone, completely vanished into the same thin air her innocence had gone. Wide-eyed, she lay there on her back, still half covered by a large, warm, very cozy male body, and she felt great.

Zach's breathing had evened out now, becoming deep and steady. It hadn't been so just moments ago; he'd been breathing as erratically as she, and just the memory of that, the power of knowing she'd caused it, sent a delicious little aftershock through her.

But now he was asleep, his body possessively claiming hers even in dreamland. And it was that supposedly awkward and dreaded afterwards that Tara and Alexi always joked about. Well, she was determined not to suffer through it. Nothing was going to ruin the euphoria she felt.

Not even knowing that what she and Zach had shared was more than just a romantic interlude. When she hadn't been looking, her heart had jumped into the fray. Now it was still there, beating like a drum with joy.

Unable to resist, she stroked a hand down his long, sleek back. In his sleep, he arched toward her touch, making a deep, indistinct, very male sound.

Soon everyone would be up. She didn't want to share her magical night. In fact, she'd rather clean toilets for an entire year than admit what she and Zach had done, not because she was ashamed in any way, but because it had been so … well, amazing.

Earth-shattering.

And wasn't that just the problem? This was to have been just a simple thing, only there was nothing simple about it.

She'd actually learned something about herself, something she'd never expected—despite being basically man-shy, she could be warm and affectionate. Sensual. Even wild with passion.