I need to be with him.
If I never knew how incredible it could be, maybe I would hold off. But it’s been a long time for me. There’s a very real part of me that needs to be taken care of. I don’t doubt that he’ll do that. I trust him.
“What’s in the tent?” I ask with a sultry undertone.
The first time Zach and I made love was in a tent. I have a feeling about what’s there.
I turn, but he grips my wrist. “I promise it wasn’t for what you think.”
I give him a soft smile. “I know, Cowboy.”
Even if he told me that was his intention, I wouldn’t care. Well, maybe I would. But all I see right now is that he cared. He did everything so that our first “date” was special. Just like he is.
“We don’t have to do anything. I just want to sleep together under the stars. I want to hold you all night long. That’s all, Pres.”
I take his hands and walk, leading him to the tent. “I want that too, Zach.”
He lets out a sigh. I want all of that—after.
Once we enter the tent, I zip it shut so we have no bugs or unwanted guests. Zach faces me as I turn back toward him. I peel off my jean jacket, showing my strapless dress before turning around and looking at the interior of the tent. Once again, he’s truly gone above and beyond.
It’s filled with more candles and lanterns. But in the middle is a bed with blankets and pillows. Not a blow up mattress either, no, he has an actual bed. He had to have worked on this as soon as he left me.
“Tell me this is real,” he murmurs.
I reach behind me, sliding the zipper down. “This is real.”
He strides forward and grips my hands, stopping me from removing my dress. Zach releases my hands and holds me close. “We don’t have to do anything, Pres.”
My fingers graze his cheek allowing the scruff to tickle my skin. “I’ve never been more sure. I want you to make love to me, Zachary. I want you to give me tonight.”
His head rests against mine. “I’ll give you every night.”
Zach’s mouth fuses to mine as he lifts me in his arms. I hold on to his neck as he walks toward the bed. He lays me down with care, bracing himself above me. He continues to kiss me without hurry. We both take our time since we have all night.
His lips move to my neck, kissing every inch of my skin on the way to my shoulder. “So perfect,” he whispers.
I push up on my elbows as his fingers roam my body. I shiver under his touch, but I’m far from cold. The warm summer air leaves a light mist of sweat across my skin. I close my eyes and breathe in this moment. Musk, grass, and country air fill me. Everything that is Zach.
I run my hands through his dark brown strands as he uses the position to slide my zipper the rest of the way. He leaves it that way, and he’s letting me lead a little. “I want you,” I reaffirm. “I want us.”
“I’ve always wanted you.”
I get on my knees, allowing my dress to fall. I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress, and it seems that worked to my benefit. His eyes drink me in. Zach lets out a deep groan, and I move closer. “Touch me,” I plead. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me wait. His hands are on me in an instant. It’s not like we haven’t gone this far in the last few weeks, but this is different. I feel it too. There’s a barrier down between us. We both know where this is going.
Our lips find each other as his hands squeeze and pinch my breasts. He rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making me nearly buck off the bed.
I want to feel his skin. My hand presses against his chest. He moves back and looks at me, questioning, and I lift his shirt over his head. There’s nothing I like more than looking at him. We may be in our thirties, but Zach is built like a twenty-year-old. His chest is broad and his abs are exactly like I remember. Every valley and peak is firm and mine to touch. I allow the tips of my fingers to enjoy the divots as I explore him a little. “You’re still the sexiest man I know.”
“It’s because we’re a perfect match.” He kisses my neck. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world. Because you’re made for me.” Zach moves a little higher and places another peck right below my ear. “Just like I was made for you.”
I recline and grab his face. “I’m feeling so much right now. I can’t explain it.” I want him to know, but I don’t think I can put it into words. Maybe I’m not ready to either. It’s so overwhelming, knowing in my heart that this is what is meant to be.
“Just feel us,” Zach commands before his mouth is on mine.
His fingers descend the length of my back, and I hold on to his shoulders. He presses me against the pillow, my eyes close, and I do exactly as he said—feel.