He inhaled the heady essence of vanilla and honey as he worked his way down her body with his lips and tongue while his hands mapped the full, feminine curves of her hips. Sweeping his hands slowly up her thighs, he unzipped and peeled down her jeans, throbbing with anticipation of the moment he’d slide his fingers into her slick, wet heat. Licking and sucking, he worked down to that heavenly place that reminded him so vividly of peaches and cream.
She exhaled a hiss at the first long swipe of his tongue along the upper edge of her panties, and squirmed under his mouth as he teasingly traced the folds of her slit with his fingers through the delicate fabric. He removed her panties, licking and kissing his way back up her legs, paying special attention to the erogenous zone behind her knees. He worked his way back to her sweet spot with hot open-mouth kisses and lazy licks of his tongue. Nudging her trembling legs apart, he moved between them and spread her lips to gaze at the most gloriously erotic vision. Unable to hold back the powerful urge, he nuzzled his face into her. Stroking, kissing, licking, teasing, ramping her higher until she whimpered and begged.
“Please, Zac.” She dug her fingers into his scalp and pulled his head up. “I want . . . I need . . . you . . . inside me. Now. Please.”
The needy look in her eyes ruptured the dam of his self-control. With eyes locked on her beautiful naked body, he stripped to his skin. His eyelids fluttered as she licked her lips in invitation, but it wasn’t her luscious mouth he’d dreamed about for eight years. He ached to have her long legs tangled around him, locked at the ankles, as he plunged into her over and over until they were mindless, boneless, and spent.
Her gaze dipped to his jutting erection as he took himself in hand. “Last chance, Delaney. Do you want me to use protection?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“No, Zac. I want you. Only you with nothing between us.”
He murmured a prayer of thanks as he lay over her, kissing her wildly as she wrapped her hand around his staff and guided him to her entrance. He shut his eyes on a long shudder of sheer, unadulterated pleasure as he sank himself slowly into her hot, sweet center. She broke from the kiss with a gasp at his first deep thrust and began moving in counterpoint with undulations that perfectly matched his rhythm. His world contracted to friction, slick, wet, sinful, and sweet.
She gripped his ass cheeks, urging him deeper, harder. Plunging and retreating, he moved like a piston while she lay beneath him, golden hair lay splayed out on the pillow, blue eyes heavily lidded and lips parted in panting passion. Her breaths came sharper and faster, her gasps piercing the air, mixing with the erotic slap of flesh on flesh. Surrounded in her slick, hot flesh, his cadence intensified to a frantic frenzy at the finish. His lungs burned. His balls throbbed with the intense need for release, a need that had become the essence of his being.
“Please don’t stop, Zac.” His chest seized as she whispered his name. “Don’t ever stop. Promise me you’ll never stop . . . loving me.”
Her words crashed over him like a tidal wave. Madly pumping, he poured himself into her body and soul. She released a sob as her legs clamped tightly around him, then trembled convulsively as her climax overtook her. He shut his eyes on a primal roar, as her inner walls squeezed him with pulsatile contractions that milked him to a state of utter sated repletion.
Delaney never wanted to open her eyes again. She wished she could lie here forever, totally and completely immersed in Zac—in the taste of his lips still lingering on hers, in his musky, heady scent filling her nostrils, in the sounds of his passion still echoing in her ears, and most of all, in the sensation of his body joined with hers. She’d never felt so at peace and complete as in this moment, lying cradled in his big, strong arms. After a while he stirred, rousing her out of her reverie. She opened her eyes to find him staring intently into her face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You asked me to make a promise I can’t keep.”
“What promise? What are you talking about?”
“When we were making love,” he said. “I was buried to the hilt in you and you asked me to never stop loving you. You asked for my promise.”
She swallowed hard and looked away. Once a fool, always a fool. She’d thrown her heart away once more. “It was spoken in the heat of passion, Zac. It doesn’t mean anything. I won’t hold you to it.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to make that promise,” he continued. “It’s that I can’t.”
Her chest constricted. “What do you mean, you can’t? What are you saying?”
He cupped her face. “I’m saying that I want to make you that promise, but I can’t love you if you won’t let me.” His voice was husky with emotion as his gaze held hers. “I’m saying that I love you and I want to love you every day for the rest of my days. I’m asking you to let me, Delaney. You told me you feel something for me. Is it only friendship? Respect? Those are at least foundations to build on.”
Her pulse raced madly and her eyes burned with welling tears. She never thought she’d ever hear those words. She’d even married a man who’d never spoken them to her.