“So we can mark off the anti couples’ yoga,” he said.
“Check.”
Jenna was bouncing in her chair to the beat of an eighties’ song that had been popular before she was even born.
“What?” she asked when she caught Zach staring at her. “How can you listen to Eddie Money and not dance?”
“Pretty easily, actually. We need to focus here.” He went back to the list. “Anti towel animals—check.”
She took the page from him. “Dinner on the beach. I’d say pizza and beer at a dive bar pretty much covers that one.”
“Now we’re cooking,” he said, marking that off the list, too. “That leaves sunset beach portraits and couples’ massage. Why did you choose beach portraits? You were going to have professional wedding photos, right?”
Jenna sipped her beer, still seat dancing. She was so adorable, and her energy was addictive. It would be so easy to lean across the small table right now and see if she tasted as sweet and sexy as she looked.
“Those are all formal,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I wanted something that was more casual and fun. Something that would capture the real me.”
“So, what’s the anti portrait?”
“It’s fine, Zach. Really. You don’t have to plan everything for me.”
“And the massage. That’s a tough one to anti, too.”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “You’re obsessed.”
“Well, you can’t leave a list only partially checked.”
“The horror,” Jenna said, standing up. “Come on, let’s dance.”
Eddie Money had found his tickets to paradise, and the jukebox had moved on to ABBA.
“I’m not a dancer,” he said. “But you go ahead.”
“Not even the awkward prom shuffle?”
“Nope.”
She put her hands on her hips. “You shoved me out of my comfort zone with the boxing thing. It’s your turn.”
Zach looked around the room. A couple of the guys at the bar had turned around on their stools and were looking at Jenna. If he didn’t dance with her, one of those guys might think she was fair game and looking for a partner. “Come on. It’s your last night here.”
“Fine,” he said, thankful no one who worked for him would ever see this. If Marcy thought the resort wear would have shocked them, this would have convinced everyone at his office that he’d been body-snatched. “But I’m no dancing queen.”
“This isn’t ‘Dancing Queen.’” She was already moving to the beat and gyrated to the open space between the stage and their table. She reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He put his hands on her hips and swayed, hoping that would be enough.
“I can’t believe you get away with this when you attend all those fancy-dress charity balls,” she said. “You should take lessons. I bet you’d be a great dancer.”
“I only attend those things when I can’t think of an excuse not to go, and I mostly hang out at the bar. They care about my checkbook, not my turkey trot.”
“So you never have any fun?”
“Not really.” Sweat gathered on the back of his neck. Jenna was so close, and although she wasn’t smashed against his front, they occasionally bumped thighs. Her hair bounced as she moved, releasing that sweet coconut smell he’d associated with her. His hands clenched on her hips. It was all he could do not to pull her against him. He ached to feel her soft body fitted to his.
The music beat around them as Jenna rocked out, swaying her hips. She looked up at Zach, mouthing the words to the song, and suddenly, taking a chance on Jenna was exactly what he wanted to do. The hell with should and should-nots. He was leaving in a few short hours, and he wanted to taste her, just once, before he did.
Zach tipped her chin up with his index finger. She stopped moving. Stopped singing. Her eyes grew wide then darkened. The smile that had turned her lips upward faded.
“Oh shit,” she whispered under her breath. “The Smolder.” Her eyelids fluttered closed. Practically an engraved invitation. “Zach, this is a bad idea.”
“Terrible,” he agreed, and before his frontal lobe started in with logic again, he dipped his head and kissed her.
Chapter Twelve
Zach did not understand the power of the Smolder…and Jenna wasn’t about to explain, since she was too busy getting the breath kissed out of her.
One question had been answered at least. He was a dive-right-in type. A possess-your-soul kisser. Once he decided he wanted something, he just went after it with the same single-minded intensity with which he did everything else. At the moment, he was using that drive to turn Jenna to mush. She was cool with that.
His arms tightened around her waist and slammed her against his hard body. His hand sifted through her hair as he turned her head to get just the right angle to deepen the kiss. His lips were demanding, sweeping over hers, demanding she give him everything the Smolder promised and more. That kiss was lethal. Intoxicating. And, she feared, could quickly become addictive.
A wolf whistle saved them from public indecency and another very bad decision.
Zach raised his head, and they turned to see that at least half the patrons at the bar were watching them. One guy held up his mug in salute. Several others clapped and yelled encouragement to Zach.
The waitress sauntered over with the check and a pizza box.
“Thought you might want that to go,” she said with a wink. “You two have been heating up the place since you walked in here.”
Jenna blinked, still a little dazed. Zach let go of her so fast, she almost fell. He took the box, handed the woman a few bills from his wallet, then took Jenna’s hand and led her out of the bar, the sound of catcalls and lewd suggestions following them.
Once they were out in the air on the sidewalk, her head cleared a little, and she stopped walking.
“Wait, Zach,” she said.
He stopped and turned to face her, looking not a lot more steady than she was.
“What happens now?”
“Nothing,” he said. “It was a mistake.”
“No. Don’t be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you didn’t want the same thing I wanted.”
He let out a long breath. “I can’t do the relationship thing, Jenna.”
Jenna barked out a laugh. “Do you think that’s what I want after just breaking off my engagement? Maybe I just want sex. Hard, fast, rebound sex.”
Zach looked at her, puzzled.
“Stop staring at me like I’m a foreign species,” she said, suddenly angry. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to be happy.”
Screw. That. She got up in his face then. “What do you want right now? This instant?”
She could see him getting angrier. His jaw tensed, his eyes dark, boring into hers.
“You. I want you. On me, over me, wrapped around me.”
Oof. She’d pushed him past the nice guy routine. “Good,” she shot back. “Because that’s exactly what I want, too.”
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” Zach said, setting the pizza box down on a bench.
It squeezed her heart a little, his leaving. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to screw him stupid tonight. “We’ve got, like, ten hours to do all the things we’ve been thinking about doing to each other before you board that plane.”
“So this would be a fling.”
“Hell, yeah,” she said. “A big, fat rebound fling.”
He seemed to consider it for a moment, and Jenna knew she had him. Moving closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck again and got up on her tiptoes to whisper against his lips.
“So let’s go back to the resort, get a shower, and put the hump-hut to good use.” She kissed him then, feeling sexy and powerful. The hard-on pressing into her belly
made it apparent that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Her Victoria’s Secret stash was going to get a workout after all. If they could wait long enough for Jenna to get to it.
He inhaled deeply and dived back into the kiss, right where he’d left off…totally possessing her, robbing her brain of any thoughts except how fast she could get Zach naked. He must have had the same thoughts because his hands roamed over the thin fabric of her sundress restlessly, like he resented the fabric even being there.
“Call an Uber,” Jenna said, while she could still think a little bit.
“In a minute.” He kissed her again, this time his hands going lower to cup her backside and lift her against him.
She gasped, not able to keep herself from grinding against him. “Zach,” she said. “We’re going to get arrested.”
He pulled back with a sigh and pulled out his phone. He tapped a few buttons. “Estimated time is five minutes.”
He grinned at her like a wolf, and with his dark hair and white teeth under the full moon, she could almost believe he was about to devour her in the very best way.
He tried to take her back into his arms, but Jenna held him at arms’ length. “I’d like to be wearing clothes when our ride gets there,” she said. “I mean, I get the whole voyeur thing, but I don’t want to end up on COPS or something.”
She backed up a few steps because if he was within reach she didn’t trust him. Or herself.
“Voyeurism?”
“You know, someone watching,”
“I know what voyeurism is,” he said, his eyes blazing. “I’m just imagining a video of you. Maybe stripping for the camera. Dancing like you did in the bar. Touching yourself.” His voice was low and sexy. And the idea of stripping for Zach was definitely something…yeah. Hot.
Jenna squeezed her things together. That dirty talk made her want to do it all, just for him. She hoped that Uber would hurry up so her mug shot didn’t end up in the paper.
Thankfully, the driver pulled up right then, and she made Zach sit on the far side of the Camry until they got back to the resort. It was the longest ten minutes of her life.
They practically sprinted down the dark path to their hut and barely made it inside before she was in Zach’s arms again, his lips on hers. He pushed her against the door, this time not shy at all about letting her feel his erection.
“This is going to be fast, Jenna. And hard, but I promise the next time, I—”
“Shut up and take off your pants,” she said, her teeth on edge. The anticipation had her clawing at the buttons of his polo. She shoved it over his head and ran her greedy hands over his chest roughly, leaning forward to bite lightly at his flat nipple.
She raised her head and kissed him again, one hand going to his fly. She heard the clink of his belt as it hit the floor with the rest of his pants and his underwear. By the time he’d fished a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on, Jenna’s dampened panties had joined the growing pile of discarded clothing. She practically ripped the dress over her head, leaving her nude except for her necklace. A heartbeat later, her legs were around his waist and he was pushing her against the door again.
His dick was hard and hot pressed against her belly, and she couldn’t wait a second longer for him to be inside her.
“Zach,” she pleaded against his lips. She dug fingers into his back and nipped his earlobe.
He groaned deeply, shifted her higher, and eased inside her slick channel.
She squeezed her eyes closed at the exquisite feeling of him stretching her, filling her up.
“Fuck, Jenna,” he growled in her ear. “You’re so hot. So tight.”
He pressed a line of hot, wet kisses down her throat as he began to move, and she was pretty sure her eyes rolled back into her head.
The heat of him, the way he filled her completely, the way he moved his hips, hitting all the right places. It was all too much.
She bit his shoulder, nipping at him. “Fuck, yeah. Bite me,” he said, increasing his speed. He pounded into her, bouncing her hard against the door. She did as he said and bit a little harder, moving her hips in awkward circles as her pulse raced through her veins and the tremor deep inside started to gain force.
“Harder,” she urged, and he obliged.
She hoped the door would hold up to the onslaught. But really, she didn’t care if the whole damn hut collapsed around them.
He took her mouth again in a punishing kiss, sucking at her lips, nipping them. Filling her mouth with his desperately thrusting tongue just as he was filling her body.
She just needed that one final… He shoved one hand between them and massaged her clit with his fingers.
“Zach,” she gasped, and heat flooded her in a rush that took her breath away. Pulses of pleasure racked her body.
“That’s it,” he said. “You’re so beautiful, Jenna. I knew you would be. I knew—”
He stiffened, thrusting once more, then buried his face in her shoulder as his body shuddered to its own release.
They stayed like that for long moment, both gasping for air, sweat coating their paint-splattered bodies and gluing them together.
Finally, Jenna raised her head, a little dizzy, and saw that she’d made a mark on his shoulder with her teeth. One on his neck, too.
She couldn’t help it. She giggled.
He raised his head, sweat beading his forehead and making his hair wet. “Something’s funny?” he asked, bracing a hand against the wall behind her.
“You have a hickey,” she said.
He smiled then and leaned in to kiss her. “Laugh now if you want. But paybacks are hell.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I might.” He kissed her almost sweetly, then, lingering over her bruised and swollen lips. “But right now, I need to sit down.”
“Agreed.” He set her back on her feet, and they sat right there on top of their discard clothing.
“I’m sorry that was so…”
“Rough?”
“Primal,” he said, pulling her closer. “Are you all right?”
Her body was practically quivering with happiness. “I think I’ll make it,” she said. “But I want a shower.”
“Yeah. Me, too.”
“It’s not big enough for both of us,” she said.
“We could flip for it.”
“You’re not wearing any pants,” she pointed out. “No quarters.”
“Right. Guess we’ll have to share, then.”
Zach got to his feet then hauled Jenna up, too. He kissed her, pulling their sweaty bodies together once more. When his hands wandered to her backside again, she pulled back. “Shower,” she reminded him.
“Yeah. In a minute.” He went back to kissing her for another long moment before they headed into the bathroom.
The shower was totally too small for two people.
“I’m going to write the hotel manager a strongly worded letter about this,” Zach said, trying to maneuver around her for the shampoo. “You’d think a bang box would have a big enough shower for two people.”
“Probably they try to discourage that sort of thing,” she said. “Liability.”
“With some hand rails and an anti-slip surface in the bottom, it might be acceptable.”
It was a shame they weren’t going to get to try shower sex. Jenna had always wondered about that.
“Stand still,” Zach said, squeezing shampoo in his hands. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp, and it felt amazing. Her back was pressed to his front in the small space, and she could tell it felt pretty amazing to him, too.
When her hair was clean, she soaped and washed his body. His chest, his legs, his tight round ass. All the places in between. Jenna teased and stroked him until he was breathing hard, bracing both hands on the opposite walls.
“We’re cle
an,” he said suddenly and turned off the tap. “Out. Now. Bed. Or whatever vertical surface is closest.”
Jenna giggled and ran out of the bathroom.
“I’m out of condoms,” he said, his face showing pain.
“On it,” she said and went to get the brand new box she’d packed in her makeup bag.
“I love a woman who’s prepared,” he said and tossed her on the bed, following her down.
“I do plan things, sometimes,” she said. “I’m just not as methodical as you.”
Zach grinned wickedly, moving down her body. “I’m going to show you how methodical I can be,” he said. His big, warm hands stroked down her damp thighs then back up the insides. “Starting…here.”
He settled between her legs, his broad shoulders forcing her to open wider.
Jenna felt his breath before his mouth, just a whisper, before he used his tongue and fingers and mouth in a very, very methodical way. When she was squirming under his touch and probably begging, he kissed the inside of each thigh then moved up to her breasts, taking his sweet time, kissing and kneading each one until she wanted to scream in frustration. It was nice, but not what she needed.
“Ow, that’s my hair,” he said, lifting his head and wearing a grin that said he wasn’t hurt at all.
“I need you,” she said. “Right now.”
“Demanding. I love it.”
He sat up on his knees and grabbed the box of condoms from the bedside table. She watched as he rolled another one on—why was that sexy? She didn’t know. But it totally was.
Jenna expected him to flop back down on top of her and drive them both to erotic oblivion again, but instead, he pulled her upright.
He hugged her tight against him and moved into a sitting position, her on his lap facing him.
She raised up enough to line things up properly then sank down, her eyes fluttering closed. Hell, yeah. Just as good the second time.
Jenna wrapped her ankles around his torso, and he kissed her deeply as he began to move.
“Lotus?” she asked, smiling. “Impressive.”
“Saw it in a book once,” he said against her lips. “I was interested in Indian literature. To get it full-on correct, you’d have to throw your legs over my shoulders, though.”
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