“Macie?” Her name wasn’t more than a whisper on his lips, but she felt it in her core.
“Dance with me, Zac,” she said. “Nobody else but me.”
His body moved with hers, through each song, each beat, they danced. Somebody offered them drinks, but neither one saw who. They didn’t care, either. They only had eyes for each other.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Macie knew she was tipsy, but she didn’t give two shits. Besides, tipsy didn’t mean too-drunk-to-remember. Zac held her hand as they walked toward her apartment building. He didn’t sway like he was drunk, or even on the way to drunk. The heat of summer helped sober her up, so did the dancing. She knew this was the epitome of a bad idea. She knew it wasn’t the right time, but she didn’t care. She wanted Zac. He wanted her. At least, based on the bulge in his pants. Macie keyed in her code to the building and practically pulled him up the stairs to her floor.
She didn’t look at him as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. Only when the latched click did she turn around. She half expected him to be gone. He stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets and confusion covering his flushed face.
“What’re we doing, Mace?” he asked.
She closed the short distance between them and put her hands on his chest. “This.”
Then she raised onto her tip toes and kissed him softly.
Macie fell back on her heels and waited. He didn’t move. He hadn’t even kissed her back. What had she done? It was too soon. She knew it, but in her damn impatience, she did what she wanted anyway. He stared at her as if she’d grown another head. Her leg dropped back, prepared to step away, but she held out because she hoped for some reaction from him. Maybe they were both drunker than she thought. Alcohol normally killed inhibitions. She let her hands fall from his chest.
“Sorry,” she whispered. Her eyes closed, because God knew she couldn’t look at him anymore. Another embarrassing moment witnessed by Zac Sparks. Tears welled, but damned if he was going to see her cry.
His fingers skimmed along her jawline. Macie’s eyes snapped open. He tilted his head and slowly closed the distance, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. “This?”
She swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded.
Whatever caused him to hesitate disappeared. Zac pulled her against him, kissing her with a gentle rush. Every cell in her body exploded. She needed to free him of his oppressive clothing, free his body to take hers. Never had she wanted anyone as much as she wanted Zac. No she needed to feel him inside her. Needed to feel him take her. Macie let Zac guide them with his tongue. She let him lift her and press her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist. His erection pressed against his zipper, pressed against her.
“Zac,” she whispered as his lips moved down her jaw, over her neck. “Now. Please.”
Begging wasn’t her normal cup of tea, but if she didn’t feel him soon, she was going to combust. He didn’t stop his assault on her neck. If anything he slowed down.
“Zac?” she asked.
He stepped back, breaking the seal of their bodies. His gaze drifted down her body, only serving to make her hotter. She waited and tried to remember to breathe. Never had she wanted a man like this before. Sure, she’d had some amazing sex, but there wasn’t this all-consuming need that overpowered her. And she’d never wanted anybody else to take charge, to put her first. Most guys didn’t do that and she prayed Zac would be the first.
She opened her mouth, ready to beg if she had to, when he reached out. His fingers skimmed along her bare arm from her shoulder to her elbow, hooking inside the glove. He slid it down her arm with achingly slow progress and tossed it on the coffee table. With the same process, he removed the second glove. Macie had never felt more exposed in her life.
Zac stepped closer, tugging her black tank free from her skirt and lifting it over her head. His hands trapped her arms above her head and against the door. He kissed the top of each breast. Her body screamed for more, but he wasn’t going to deviate from whatever plan he had. Macie wished she knew what was going on in his head. The anticipation was eating away at her. His hands left her wrists and barely caressed her skin as they drifted down to her waist. Macie threw her tank across the room, not caring where it landed. He slipped his fingers under her waistband, dropping to his knees as he lowered her skirt to the floor and leaving her only in her matching bra and panties.
Macie’s eyes watered over as he sat back on his heels and stared up at her. Their gazes collided and the spark that started this only intensified. Zac slid his hand up her calf, lifting her leg onto his shoulder. His lips skimmed along her inner thigh. He never broke their heated gaze as he slipped his fingers under the thin material still covering her.
“Zac,” she pleaded.
He teased her, circling the edges of her nerves until sliding a finger inside her. Macie’s breath hitched in her throat, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She wanted more. All of him. Not just one little digit. Macie sighed in frustration when he removed the lone finger. She kept his gaze as he grinned.
“Damn you,” she whispered.
Zac chuckled. He reached up and pulled her panties down, fully exposing her to him.
