“I think I like it too much,” she said.
Zac kissed along her thigh again until coming to her sweet spot. His tongue licked her to the edge, then buried itself inside her. Macie cried out quietly as he pleasured her with his mouth and her body rode the orgasm that shocked her into submission. Zac Sparks could do anything he wanted to her, anytime he wanted, as long as he made her feel like she did in this moment.
“Jesus, Macie. You’re gorgeous.” He kissed his way up her stomach, standing to his full height. With one swift move, he unlatched her bra. There was nothing slow about the way he took her breasts into his mouth, rising the peaks of her nipples until they hurt then nibbling at them. Macie was ready to explode again. “Where?”
“Here. Right fucking here,” she ordered.
Zac pulled off his shirt and let his pants fall to the floor. He didn’t hesitate after rolling on the condom then burying himself inside her. Macie wasn’t quiet as he moved inside her, crying out with the pleasure of each thrust. He pressed against, pushing himself to the hilt and filling her completely. Macie’s heart raced against her breath. She needed this. She needed him. This wasn’t sloppy drunk sex. She was completely sober. It was so emotionally powerful, so much more.
She exploded around him again, her body weakening to the point he had to hold her up. Once the first wave was over, another crashed through her riding along with Zac’s own orgasm. She couldn’t think. Her mind only registered how she felt, and it was overwhelming. They didn’t move for a long time. The weight of Zac’s body holding them both against the wall. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms and carried her to the futon. He held her against his flushed body as he tugged the frame into a bed then helped her down. Macie’s brain was mush. She wanted nothing more than to sleep. But only if Zac stayed. She held out her hand, inviting him to join her.
He settled in behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her in a protective cocoon. He brushed her hair back from her neck, kissing her gently and Macie fell into the best sleep of her life.
THE SUN SHATTERED HIS sleep. Zac didn’t want to wake up. He was too comfortable, too warm, too happy. The sun was bright for a Sunday, and since when did he forget to close the blinds? He squeezed his eyes tight and squeezed the warm body lying next to him. Comprehension slapped him in the face and his eyes shot open. Dark hair cascading over a bare shoulder. He knew that shoulder.
Zac slowly lifted his arm from around Macie’s waist. With each movement, the night before rushed back at him. The dancing. The want. The need. The taking. This connection with Macie had been intensifying for weeks, but he never saw it going down this path. Even in hindsight as it happened, he hadn’t expected it. Nothing in their relationship had ever led to this. How did it happen?
Idiot. He knew how it happened, just not the why. Alcohol. Blame it on the whiskey from the party. It had gone down smoothly. Except, he wasn’t that drunk. A little drunk when they left Hoof, sure, but not drunk enough to lose all sense of propriety. Not drunk enough to forget who he was with or what they were doing.
He had to get out of there.
Leaning up on his elbow, he glanced around the room. His pants were by the door. His shirt was on the stove. He shook his head. That was just where it landed. His shoes were a mystery, and if he was a betting man, he’d bet they were under his crumpled pants. He glanced down to figure out how to untangle himself from her smoking hot body.
Macie slept with her hands tucked under her head. A small smile softened her face. She was beautiful. So damn beautiful it made him ache for more. He reached down and moved a lock of her hair from her cheek. She shifted toward him, snuggling her body closer. The blanket fell away from her chest, revealing her perfect breasts.
The memory of those in his mouth set him on fire.
He had to get out of there.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. He needed to remind himself that this was Macie the great antagonizer. It didn’t matter if they’d been getting along for Ford and Lauren’s sake. Once the wedding was over, they’d never have to see each other again. That was the deal.
Sex, no matter how good it was, was not part of the deal.
Besides, he had his mystery girl. Guilt stabbed him in the center of his chest. He cheated. Yeah, technically he wasn’t with the mystery girl, but he’d committed himself to her until they met. If they met and stayed friends, then fine. He’d move on. But that girl, she was so perfect for him, and sleeping with Macie had not been part of the equation. Sleeping with Macie was a huge mistake. Sleeping with Macie was the best night of his life.
Zac slipped off the futon and headed straight for his pants. As he suspected, his shoes were hidden underneath. He shook his head as the rush of memory tore through him. They hadn’t even made it to the futon. He taken her right there, right against the front door. There was no slow and steady move about it. And it was incredible. He was pretty sure slow and steady would’ve been just as amazing. Completely sober probably would’ve been beyond all of it. He shook his head. It didn’t matter. This was a mistake.
Dressing as quickly as he could, he moved around her tiny apartment in stealth mode. Dick move, sure, but he didn’t want the morning after confrontation if he could avoid it. He didn’t even know what to say
