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Tiny muscles, deep in her belly, clenched and yearned just looking at him. She licked her lips, feeling a sudden thirst as she ran her gaze over his wide, firm mouth. His square jaw. The bump on his nose—a remnant from an old fight, perhaps? One he’d no doubt won. She visually caressed the strong brow and masculine crop of sandy-brown hair that framed his commanding, if not handsome, face.
Becky slowly exhaled, letting the warm breeze of her desire dance across his skin.
One bold green eye opened and met her gaze. “I told you I can’t maneuver in here, darlin’.”
Oh, yeah. Conversations could definitely wait. She wanted this. She stretched up and pressed her lips to his cheek in a mild hint of things to come. “Then get out. We’re here.”
Suddenly, it was a race to get checked in and carry their bags up to the room. They scrambled to hang the Do Not Disturb sign on the knob and then locked the door behind them.
And then Zachariah had her backed against the door. The buttons of her blouse flew by the wayside. His hands were on her breasts, lifting, squeezing, flicking the nipples to attention through the silk of her bra. She gasped as the instant fire rocketed from the tips of her breasts down to the juncture of her thighs. No man had touched her like this. Ever.
Ever. She groaned aloud as he dipped his head and guided one straining peak to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the distended tip. “Oh-h.”
Becky needed something to hold on to as her knees went weak. She needed him.
Winding her arms around Zachariah’s neck, she skimmed her palms against the prickly grain of his hair, slipping her fingers up beneath his hat and tossing it aside so she could cup his head and drag his mouth up to hers.
She paused only long enough to meet the hungry desire blazing in his verdant eyes, long enough for him to see that same hunger reflected in her own. “I’m glad you’re safe. I’m glad you’re with me. Welcome home.”
Then their lips met. His, hard and demanding. Hers, soft but eager to make some demands of their own. He took. She gave. She begged. He delivered.
She got his shirt off him, his belt undone. Her skirt and half-slip were on the floor. She grasped at the hem of his T-shirt and he reached for her panties.
“Do you have protection handy?” he rasped against her ear before nipping at the lobe. “Mine are in the bottom of my duffel.”
Becky nodded, pushing the T-shirt up over ridges of muscle and a scar that hadn’t been there eighteen months ago. Touching the puckered skin at the flat of his stomach, she glimpsed a similar scar cutting through the eagle’s wing tattooed on his bicep. “What are these?”
He tongued the side of her neck, ignoring her concern. “We need condoms. Quick.”
Right. Stay in the moment. Ask questions later.
“Okay.”
Weak with desire, Becky stumbled to the desk, where her overnight bag had landed. The shock of losing his heat and his determined touch left her breathing uneven, her fingers uncoordinated. By the time she’d unzipped her bag, spilled the box of condoms, cursed and fished out one of the shiny silver wrappers, Zachariah was naked and looming in the mirror behind her.
Oh, my.
Taller than she remembered. Bigger. Harder.
Her body wet with an instant female response to the potently male sight.
“I’m hurrying,” she whispered, her throat not working any better than her clumsy fingers.
“Now, darlin’.” His arousal nudged against her bottom as he easily reached over her shoulder and plucked the wrapper from her hands.
Fine. While he ripped and rolled, she could use the extra minute to take off her blouse and unhook her bra.
But Zachariah didn’t give her an extra minute.
He poked her again as he closed in behind her. He looped his right forearm around her waist to absorb the blunt of the desk’s hard edge as he pushed her up against it. “I need this.” His left hand slipped between her thighs and parted her. “I’ll make it good for you the next time, I promise.”
Becky automatically braced her hands on the polished mahogany surface as his chest met her back and they leaned forward together. “It’s okay. I’m read—”
He entered her in one deep, sharp thrust. Becky gasped as the tip of his cock nudged at her G-spot. “Ah-h…” She couldn’t speak as tendrils of pain melted into the prelude to pleasure.
He held himself still inside her for several endless seconds, filling her, stretching her as her body adjusted to accommodate him. She felt the vibration of every muscle he held in check, from the open mouth wetting the nape of her neck to the engorged member buried inside her.
“I’m sorry,” he panted against her skin. “Next… time…promise…”
Zachariah quickly withdrew. He widened his stance, adjusting his hips to cup her bottom. One hand slid to her breast, the other down toward her clit. She looked up into the mirror and found his green gaze locked onto hers.
Becky nodded.
With only one sleeve off and a bra strap riding down her arm, Becky fancied herself a wanton woman as Zachariah plunged inside her a second time. He ground his hips into her bottom, lifting her toes off the carpet as he bent her forward and rammed himself in to the hilt, roaring with his release. As he pinched her nipple, rubbed hard at her swollen nub, she writhed helplessly, suspended between his body and the desk, trapped between his hands and cock.
On a short fuse of desire herself, the pressure building inside her detonated.
Becky cried out. Her arms went weak.
Good? It didn’t get any better than this raw, overwhelming need.
Next time? Oh God, yes.
And when she collapsed against the desk in the sheer exhaustion at being so desired, so taken, so satiated, Zachariah picked her up and carried her to bed.
4
“…VIOLATED THE RESTRAINING order, then call…slap his butt in jail.” The distant voice spoke threatening gibberish and disjointed phrases in Zachariah’s dream. “I don’t care what Sligh told you. I represent you now. He’ll pay it, Dimitra. That’s what I’m here for.”
Zachariah rolled over onto his side and nestled his rough cheek down into a pillow of softness with a smile. Yeah. He hadn’t generated a fantasy like this one for a while. It was a woman’s voice in his dream. A sexy woman, judging by the blend of confidence and huskiness in her tone—some tough chick who wasn’t taking any guff off anyone. He liked a woman who could stand up to trouble. That meant she could stand up to him.
“Call the cops. Yes, I know. But that’s my problem, not yours…check on you as soon as I’m back in Richmond. Sometime this…call them. Or I will.”
The woman went away for a while, but when the hushed tones returned, he realized it was Becky’s voice. Zachariah grinned as he dozed. Definitely a sexy woman. Unexpectedly beautiful in ways that made his hormones crazy. “Dad? Yes, it’s me again. Now tell me exactly what…”
Becky was a tough chick. Oh, she might class up the exterior with tailored clothes and ten-dollar words, but there was nothing but steel running through her graceful backbone.
Zachariah pushed aside the covers and flipped onto his back, keeping his ear attuned to the fading voice, hoping she’d issue a command to him like she had before they’d fallen asleep. “Touch me here. Kiss me. I need you in me. Now!” Or maybe he was cooling off his body, which automatically