Why had she said something about this stupid exam?! They’d gotten off the plane, she’d just woken up, and…
Marcy slammed her book closed and fisted her hands in her hair.
Why had he raced out of Phoenix? She’d been dreaming on the plane that they would land in Seattle and he would invite her to dinner. They would have a bit of wine, some good food, and then he would invite her back to his place. At that point, she could spend the rest of the evening discovering all of those muscles.
Oh, the man was evil! He’d asked her about her schoolwork and she’d stupidly mentioned that annoying exam! Why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut? Why had she said anything? She hated law school! She hated studying, she hated books and exams and professors and her apartment!
She didn’t want to study! She wanted to be with Zeke! She wanted to be back in his office, helping him out. She’d already re-organized her spice racks, her linen closet, and her plastic containers. Unfortunately, all of those places were already organized. She’d just come up with a different way to sort them. The new way wasn’t better than her last process, just different. The end result was that she simply wasn’t focusing on studying!
“You’re slacking off, girl,” she lectured herself. The silence of the room was horrible! She wanted Zeke!
With a sigh, she forced herself to pull the book forward again and open it. She had to get this stuff. She had an exam on Saturday morning and she’d missed so much!
Unfortunately, she didn’t regret skipping any of her classes or not spending her evenings studying. Not for a single moment. She’d loved her time with Zeke. Not just because she’d been with the man or because she loved to travel. Her time with those projects, investigating the problems, had been incredibly satisfying. She’d loved the process.
She didn’t love law school!
When that thought popped into her head, she was stunned and horrified. Of course she loved law school! It was her plan. It was where she was heading. Her life was planned out. Law school. Good job. House. Picket fence. Dog. Cat. Accountant husband. Kids. That’s what she needed to be happy.
But she didn’t like cats. And she didn’t like…
No! She loved her plan! She’d learn to love law school, and there had to be something wonderful about cats too! They were cute and fluffy and lots of people liked them. She would too, because that was her plan.
“You’re just tired,” she told herself, but the silence of her apartment didn’t answer her back, didn’t confirm that her fatigue was the problem. The silence mocked her. Told her that she was lying to herself and to the world.
Shaking her head, she forced her mind back to her books, back to the subject matter. She was being fanciful.
Pen in hand, she worked through the legal issues presented in the study guide, found law cases that set precedent, and explained the legal argument behind each case. She’d tried to keep up with the lessons over the past two weeks, but as she really got into her normal process for studying, she knew that she’d slacked off horribly while being with Zeke.
All her fault, she told herself. But she could catch up! She had to! This was a tedious class, but law school would get better after this.
She studied hard, caught back up with her evening study group and that helped a lot. She forced herself to study into the evenings as well, punishing herself for not doing more over the past two weeks. She shouldn’t have been enjoying her dinners with Zeke so much. She should have been telling him no when he’d suggested a restaurant and gone back to the hotel to study.
Now she was paying the price!
By Saturday morning, she still wasn’t sure if she was ready, but the time for the test rolled around, and she didn’t have much of a choice. Stuffing all of her notes into her tote bag, she cringed when the professor entered the lecture hall and started handing out the exams. Looking down at the questions, she felt a moment of panic, but then she saw some questions she understood and started to relax, getting into the groove again.
Two hours later, she handed in her exam, feeling pretty good about it! She might have done better if she’d been here during the class discussions, but she wasn’t going to regret anything else now.
Walking out, she lifted her face up to the sunshine. It was rare that Seattle had a sunny day like today. Normally, it was cloudy or rainy. It felt wonderful! A surge of excitement hit her as she thought about the rest of the afternoon.
Zeke!
She was going to see him this afternoon! The excitement that hit her was so strong it nearly knocked her backwards. He’d told her to come over to his place after her exam, he’d make lunch. She almost skipped to her car, so excited about seeing him again. She was even wearing her special jeans in anticipation of seeing him. The salesperson had convinced her that these jeans made her butt look perfect and, glancing in the window of one of the other classrooms, Marcy had to agree with the woman.
Twenty minutes later, she was standing in the lobby of his building, her excitement overwhelmed by nervousness. She couldn’t even say that she was indecisive because Marcy knew exactly what she wanted today.
She didn’t want to go out for lunch. She wanted to stay in for lunch! Good grief, she didn’t even care if they ate lunch. She just wanted to…she wanted to have sex with Zeke! She wanted to make love with him, to act out all of the fantasies that had been messing with her sleep over the past several nights.
Taking a deep breath, she walked straight through the lobby and out the back doors. Marcy knew that there was a lovely courtyard tucked away behind Zeke’s building with lots of good places to sit and relax.
There was only one woman in the courtyard area at this time of the day and Marcy was relieved. She was too nervous at this particular moment and she definitely didn’t want witnesses to her pacing.
Back and forth, she walked along the opposite edge of the patio, taking deep breaths and trying to psych herself up. Around two o’clock this morning, she’d started rehearsing her speech, the one she was going to say to Zeke about them not bothering with lunch. About how they should stay in.
“Are you okay?”
Marcy swung around, looking at the woman. She was blonde and skinny and shockingly beautiful. Instantly, Marcy’s insecurities swelled up and she had to force herself to smile at the woman.
“You seem pretty nervous. Want to talk to a stranger?”
Marcy’s smile faltered. Talk to this beautiful woman? About how she was going to have sex with Zeke? No way!
“Oh, I’m fine,” Marcy assured her. Her eyes glanced down at the large sketchbook in the other woman’s hands. The picture she’d been drawing was of a gorgeous living room with enormous arched windows. It was the kind of room one might find in those fancy architectural magazines.
“Where is that? It’s a beautiful room,” she asked, trying to calm down.
The blonde woman’s whole face brightened, making Marcy blink slightly.
“This is just an idea I was working on. I don’t know if it will even work.”
Marcy turned so that she could see the picture better, impressed with the details in the drawing. All of the small extras would make the room special and yet, still elegant. Marcy had been working at Steele Industries for long enough to spot a marketable idea when she saw one. And this room was good! “Are you an architect?”
“No,” she replied, her blonde hair swishing elegantly over her slim shoulders. “I’m just an interior decorator. But I saw this building over on the waterfront and thought it would be a good project for restoration. I’m Gaia, by the way,” she added and stuck her hand out for Marcy to shake.
Marcy’s nervousness and jealousy towards the beautiful woman dissipated. Gaia was too sweet and kind to be intimidating, she thought. And with an imagination like that, she wanted Gaia to meet Zeke. The woman had some great ideas! “My name’s Marcy,” she said and took the other woman’s hand. “I think it’s a fabulous idea. Why don’t you present it to my boss? Zeke Steele lives in this building. In fact, the brothers built the building.”
Marcy watched in fascination as the color drained from the woman’s features. Strange reaction, Marcy thought as she watched the woman’s lips open and close slightly. The blonde Gaia actually took a step backwards as if just the very idea of meeting one of the Steele brothers was wrong and terrifying. “Oh no. I couldn’t do that. No way!”
Marcy laughed, trying to ease the woman’s sudden tension. “He’s a horrible boss, but Steele Industries is a great company. They aren’t sticks in the mud like some companies. I don’t know if they would go for the project, but they are always eager to listen to new ideas.”
The woman chuckled, but still shook her head even as she closed the sketchpad. “I’ve heard of the Steele brothers.” With a self-deprecating shrug, she grimaced. “In this town, who hasn’t heard of them? They are a bit like legends, I suppose.” Once again, the lovely woman’s body language closed off on the suggestion. Her sketchpad was pulled in close, as if it could act as a shield against the intimidating team of brothers. “Thank you for the offer, but I could never impose on Mr. Steele for something like this. It isn’t even in their realm. Steele Industries builds massive buildings. This is just a renovation project.”
Marcy shook her head, laying a hand on Gaia’s arm. “You’d be surprised at the different work that company takes on. But if you are intimidated by the brothers, why don’t you talk to Tommy Waters,” she said. “He’s a very sweet man, but not one of the brothers. He’s a construction manager for the company. He shifts from project to project so he knows what’s going on at all of the projects in the city. And yes, Steele Industries does a great deal of large construction buildings, but they have other divisions as well.” Her smile brightened. “We’re a very multi-faceted company,” she told the woman.
“Yes but…”
There was something strange about the beautiful woman and Marcy wanted to help her. “Look, here’s my card,” she said and pulled a business card out of her wallet. “And here’s Tommy’s cell phone number. Call either of us. I’d love to sit down with you over coffee and talk more about it, if you don’t mind. And if Steele Industries is a good match for the project, then we can get Tommy involved. He’s not intimidating at all. Zeke is, but Tommy’s a teddy bear. If Steele Industries can’t do the job, then Tommy would know who might want to tackle it.”
Gaia laughed, her shoulders relaxing slightly in the face of Marcy’s energy. “You’re a bit of a dynamo, aren’t you?” she asked, and took Marcy’s card, stuffing it into her back pocket.
Marcy laughed, feeling more comfortable around the beauty now. “Yes. I know when something is good, and your idea is good. So if you don’t contact Tommy or me, I’ll hunt you down.”
Gaia laughed again. “Deal!”
Marcy took a deep breath. “And thank you. You’ve been a huge help.”
The blonde woman’s head tilted slightly. “I helped you?”
Marcy nodded. “Absolutely. I’m about to do something scary and you took my mind off of my mission just enough that I can get through it.”
Gaia smiled. “Well, thank you. I’m not really sure what I did, but I’m glad I helped.”
Marcy laughed. “Call me,” she instructed, once again nodding towards the business card that had disappeared into Gaia’s pocket. With another reassuring smile, Marcy walked back into the building with a bit more confidence.
Unfortunately, all of her confidence deserted her as she stood outside of his apartment doorway. She looked at her phone, then up at the number on the door. Yes, this was the address he’d given her.
So knock on the door!
Marcy stood still, staring at the number.
She swallowed painfully, and glanced down at her phone. She wasn’t ready for this! After all the time she’d been thinking and dreaming, wondering what it would be like, the time was now and she couldn’t even knock on the door.
Her phone buzzed, indicating that she had a new message. Glancing down again, she noticed it was from Zeke. “You okay?”
She smiled, her heart lightening with his concern.
“I’m good,” she quickly typed back.
“Almost done with your exam?”
Her thumbs hesitated on the tiny cell phone keyboard before she finally typed in, “All finished.”
There was a pause before the next text came in. “Are you coming over?”
Marcy stood there, her body starting to tremble in earnest now. Replying meant committing to this plan of action. If he’d just taken her into her apartment days ago, she wouldn’t be having this silly trembling nervousness now. If he’d ignored her exams and made love to her already, she wouldn’t be acting so silly!
Instead, he’d encouraged her to be responsible. He’d walked away. Now she was a mess of nervousness and second-guessing her effect on him.
She didn’t like this!
“I’m here,” she finally typed back and pressed send before she could delete the words.
“Here as in at the building?” came the almost instant reply.
Inhaling deeply, she unconsciously bit her lower lip as her thumbs typed in, “Outside your door,” and hit the send button quickly.
She stared at her phone, waiting for the response. But instead of a message coming through to her cell phone, the door whipped open and there he was, looking incredible, virile, and oh-so-amazing.
They stared at each other for a long moment, her eyes anxious and his hungry. “Marcy,” he groaned a moment before his hand reached out and pulled her into his apartment.
He didn’t give her a chance to speak. She was standing outside of his doorway and then she was in his arms, the apartment door slammed shut and he was kissing her. His fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her head back as he deepened the kiss.
Half of her mind had expected a civilized lunch with Zeke on one side of the table and her on the other while they discussed business, things that she’d missed while she’d been out for the past few days.
She should have known better.
Zeke was barely civilized when it came to business.
There was nothing civilized about him now. This kiss was raw. Powerful. It made her knees wobble and she had to lean against him to keep herself from falling down. Zeke must have realized what she was experiencing, because he pulled his mouth away from hers and lifted her into his arms. A moment later, he was kicking the bedroom door shut, then lowering her to the middle of his bed.
Zeke looked at the woman in his bed as his body pulsed with the need to possess her. But he took her in, his mind finally absorbing the fact that she was here. She was going to be his!
“Marcy,” he groaned when her hands slid along the brown comforter. With the look in her eyes, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaning over her, he braced his arms on the mattress as he slowly lowered his body against hers, savoring the feel of her as she curled up against him. Damn, but this woman was amazing, he thought.
“You’re here,” he breathed as he slowly pressed his knee between her legs. “You’re in my bed and,” Zeke shook his head as he continued, “I’m just warning you, Marcy, you’re not getting out of this bed for a while.”
Her lips curled into a tentative smile, but he vowed that her expression would change when he was finished with her.
Lowering his head, he kissed her while he pressed his hips against hers, feeling her body respond, pressing against his.
Marcy gasped when his chest came into contact with her breasts. Yes, she’d felt his body like this before, but they’d always been standing. Somehow, lying in his bed like this made the contact feel different. Better. More powerful!
Shifting, she loved the way his chest felt against her already pebbled nipples. She wanted so much more and her hands slid up his powerful chest while her legs made room for him. If she’d had the capacity to think about it, she might have been concerned about their position. But since he was kissing her in that special way that he had that made her mind turn to mush, she wasn’t thinking about anything anymore. She was feeling. She was responding to his touch, his body pressing more intimately against hers than any other man had ever done before.
And it all felt more incredible than she’d ever thought possible!
His hand slid up underneath her sweater and Marcy gasped at the contact. Never before had she realized the heat that could come out of one hand, but her skin felt on fire, just from his touch.
“Zeke,” she whispered in an almost agonized voice because he was going too slowly for her peace of mind.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked as his fingers slid higher along her ribs. A moment later, his hand cupped her breast and Marcy loved it. “That!” she sighed, closing her eyes as she savored the moment when he’d finally cupped that part of her anatomy that had been craving his touch for too long. Her nipples were already hard and ready for his fingers when they finally slid under the lace of her bra. She actually shifted her body, wanting him to touch her more. Thankfully, he understood her silent message and his whole hand curved around her breasts. Marcy loved it so much, she pressed her hand against his, moving his fingers to her nipple so that she could feel more.
Zeke wanted to see as well as feel. He’d been trying to guess the color of her nipples for weeks. Now he was determined to discover the truth. Rosy pink? Tan? Brown?
Her sweater was off and on the floor moments later and Zeke froze, his eyes taking her beautiful breasts encased in the black lace and he couldn’t move for a long moment. Her breasts were more beautiful, more perfect, than he’d thought possible. Full and pert, his hand reached out to cup the right one, to rub his thumb over the tip and watch as Marcy’s mouth softened, her lips fell open as he teased and tortured that nipple.
Then with a deliberately slow pace, he bent down and took the peak in his mouth, his tongue darting over that sensitive nipple through the lace of her bra. When he heard her moan, he only worked harder, wanting to hear that sound again. Pulling the material away, he almost laughed to find that she had beautiful pink nipples. Perfectly pink nipples. The peak was taunting him and he couldn’t wait to taste it without anything between his tongue and that beautiful nipple. When his tongue darted out, he had to hold her still as she tried to move away. “No way,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve been trying to guess what your breasts would feel like against my tongue for too long.” He laved the sensitive nipple again and again, his fingers pinching slightly before his lips kissed, his tongue soothed.
“Zeke!” she gasped and tried to pull his head away.
“No way, Marcy,” he said and grabbed her hands, pinning them down against her sides. “I’m going to enjoy this.” And he laughed when she smiled. The smile was accompanied by a groan as he moved to her other breast.
“Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are?” he asked, looking at her breasts, then down to her stomach. Her hands fluttered over the soft roundness there, but he shook his head and pulled her hands away again. “Don’t hide from me, Marcy. I love every part of you. I’ve been watching you walk around in your conservative clothes, trying to hide every part of you and,” he bent his head to kiss her stomach, “you’ve taunted me, tormented my nights, and driven me crazy as you walk around the office.”
She laughed. “I don’t drive men crazy,” she argued, but it still felt good that he would say something so outrageous.
He looked into her eyes, suddenly realized that she wasn’t being coy. She truly believed what she was saying. “Marcy, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you, do you?”
She looked at him and shook her head. He was still hovering over her stomach and she tugged at her hands, needing to cover up because he saw everything, including all of her faults, and she needed to hide that softness. But he wouldn’t let her. And as he looked down at her, she thought his desire actually increased. Impossible as it seemed, she thought that maybe he really did like the way she looked.
“I’m not strong and muscular,” she argued.
He looked back down at her stomach, her breasts. “You’re soft and sexy, Marcy. So incredibly beautiful!”
She believed that he believed that and his words made her feel sexy and beautiful. “Thank you,” she whispered, shy all of a sudden.
He chuckled, shaking his head as he moved lower, his teeth pulling at the snap to her jeans. “It all has to come off, Marcy. I want you completely naked.”
She laughed, feeling free and brazen. “You’re not going at the task in the most efficient manner, Zeke.”
That sparked a challenge in his eyes. “You think I’m not efficient?” he came back, pushing himself up. “I can be very efficient with the right motivation.” With that, he stood at the edge of the bed and flipped her shoes off one by one. Her socks were next and Marcy laughed at the devilish expression in his eyes.
“I think you’re cute!”
His eyes widened as he looked down at her. “Cute? Men are not cute, woman!” he said and his hands were on the snap and zipper of her jeans. A moment later, he was tugging them off of her legs. His eyes moved from admonishing her to looking down at her legs. “You are so hot, Marcy!” he groaned, all teasing gone from his expression.
“I’m…” He didn’t allow her to finish that statement because his mouth covered hers, kissing her until she was back against the mattress and writhing underneath him. “If I say you’re beautiful, you are not allowed to argue with me.”
She couldn’t say another word. The straps of her bra were pulled down over her arms and his mouth latched onto her breast. The feeling of his fingers on her nipple was one thing. But his tongue and his mouth were an entirely different issue. The heat hit her like a knife shooting desire all the way down her body, right to her core and her hips shifted against him, lifting and seeming to know exactly how to press against that erection that had so fascinated her over the past several weeks.
His hands were just as active as his mouth, moving along her skin, setting fire wherever he touched. Lightning shot through her whole body and she felt like she would ignite at any moment.
“Zeke, this is…” she was going to say something, but his finger slid underneath the lace of her underwear. Whatever she’d been about to say vanished from her mind as his finger moved about, probed, teased, made her wiggle away, but his hands were holding her still so her wiggling wasn’t effective at eluding that finger. And after another moment, she wasn’t trying to elude anything. In fact, her body pressed against that hand, feeling the most incredible tingles. He started to pull away from her and she grabbed his wrist, holding it there.
Zeke chuckled, a deep, sexy sound that made all of her warm feelings even more intense. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered. Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t catch the intense look in Zeke’s eyes. All she knew was that she loved the way he was touching her right now. But with a gasp, Marcy flinched when he pushed two fingers into her core. Her fingers tightened on his wrist, stopping the in and out movement. But only for a moment while her body adjusted to the sensations those two fingers created inside of her.
When he moved those magic fingers again, she gasped, but this time it was because it felt so incredibly good! Powerful spasms of excitement shot through her and she arched into his hand, pushing those fingers deeper. When that thumb came into play, flicking against the sensitive nub, she screamed, her hand coming to stop him because that was just too much. But Zeke didn’t relinquish his prize. “Relax, Marcy. Don’t push me away.”
Her head brushed back and forth against the mattress. “I can’t take it, Zeke,” she moaned, her hand brushing against the skin of his wrist. She wanted to pull him away, but her body felt like it was about to explode.
Zeke maintained the rhythm with his fingers but moved higher so that he was looming over her. “Open your eyes, Marcy,” he commanded. When her grip tightened, he pressed his thumb against that nub again. “Open for me.”
With a breath, she opened her eyes and looked into his green gaze. When their eyes connected, she was startled by what she saw. Combined with what his fingers were doing, she couldn’t stop the rush, the explosion. With a cry, she grabbed his hand but this time, she wasn’t pulling his hand away. Instead, she was pressing his fingers against her as her body throbbed, pleasure almost blinding her as the climax took over. Pulsing pleasure hit her and she couldn’t do anything but hold onto Zeke, her fingers gripping his wrist and his shoulder while he continued to do whatever it was that made her explode with pleasure.
When it was all over, when she was lying there beside him, completely spent and feeling the lingering tingles, her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him.
It occurred to her that something was very…very…wrong! “You’re still dressed!” she gasped, horrified that she was pretty much naked while he was still fully clothed.
He laughed as he kissed her nipple. “I can fix that,” he assured her and stood up. Within moments, his clothes were gone and he was moving back to her. The tingling sensations were gone and all of her shyness rushed back as his enormous body was revealed to her. “Zeke…”
He stopped her concerns when his hand moved up her body, cupping her breast once again. “Yes?” he asked, bending lower to tease that already puckered nipple.
“Zeke, you can’t…” His teeth nipped that sensitive flesh because he knew what she was about to say.
“I can’t do what, love?”
She shuddered when his hands pressed between her knees, making room for his hips.
Marcy was trying to focus. But the way his skin was touching her, everywhere, made her breathless. All of the relaxation she’d been feeling moments before was gone, replaced by an urgent need that she couldn’t handle.
“Zeke, this isn’t good,” she said, pressing her body against his. Shyness was gone now. Everything was gone when he touched her like this. Everything except that need, that driving need for him to end this urgent need.
She heard the foil rip open and looked at him, her heart pounding so hard, she was sure that he would be able to hear it.
“Would you like to do the honors?” he asked.
She stared at the condom in his hands, then at his erection, swallowing painfully. “I don’t think I would do an adequate job,” she finally admitted, shifting her hips slightly as excitement and a strange sense of fear tangled up her stomach muscles.
Zeke’s smile at that moment melted her heart and she realized that she hadn’t told him that she’d never done this before. “Zeke, I should…”
He bent down and kissed her gently, but the kiss transformed into something more when her fingers curled around his shoulders. It was like her touch ignited the same flame inside of him that was burning in her. Somehow, knowing that he was feeling the same thing she was dealing with made it all the more intense.
When he pressed into her heat, she lifted up, trying to help but his hand slid underneath her back, lifting her hips up higher. When he did that, her body brushed against his in a way that made her gasp and pull way, the feeling too intense. But he only did it again as he pressed deeper into her body.
Her eyes were wide as she stared up into him, her body accepting him into hers with the most incredible sensations she’d ever experienced.
She knew the exact instant that he came to that barrier inside of her and she closed her eyes even as her fingers tightened on his shoulders, praying he wouldn’t pull away or be angry with her for not saying anything. She’d tried to tell him, but he’d stopped her words! She hadn’t told him and now he was finding out and she…
“Ah!” she gasped as he broke through that thin barrier. Zeke pulled her close, kissing her gently until the tension in her body relaxed.
“That’s what you were trying to tell me, wasn’t it?” he asked softly, kissing her lips, her cheek, her ear, and neck. He was still while she allowed her body to adjust to his invasion. He ignored the sweat breaking out on his forehead and the strain it was taking to hold still for her. He didn’t move except to kiss her gently until he felt her trembling subside.
“You okay now?” he asked, lifting his head so that he could look into her blue eyes. She would lie to him, he knew. But he also knew that he would be able to see the truth in her eyes. She was one of the worst liars he’d ever known. That innate sense of honesty and fair play just wouldn’t allow her to lie. Another wonderful thing about her. He could trust her completely.
When he started to move, he felt her shift against him and groaned, loving the way she felt when she lifted. “Damn, Marcy. Do that again,” he said, trying to encourage her to find what felt good to her.
“Do what?” she asked, gasping as he pressed into her, deeper and deeper. Every thrust was like a caress that sent her spiraling higher, closer to that elusive release.
“Anything! Anything that makes you feel good!” He closed his eyes, trying not to lose control. But it was hard because she looked so hot like this. Unfortunately, he couldn’t close his eyes for too long. He wanted to see her.
Looking down, he watched the place where their bodies were connected, into her eyes, down at her breasts, which were moving in time to his thrusts. Everywhere he looked, she was the most gloriously beautiful, sexy, insanely gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.
Moving faster, thrusting harder, he listened to the sounds and tone of her voice, watched her eyes and felt her body lifting towards his. He knew the exact moment she was getting close and pressed his thumb against that nub. A moment later, she splintered apart, her neck arching as her body exploded. He saw her climax, felt it as it throbbed through her body. And in the end, he couldn’t hold back. He’d wanted to take her higher again, but the feeling of her body pulsing around his was too intense, she was too tight and too incredible. He couldn’t stop when his orgasm pulled him right along in the wake of her own.
A long time later, he collapsed against her, rolling onto his side and pulling her against him. Using a tissue, he disposed of the condom and held her close, enjoying the sounds of her soft breath as she slowly came back to earth.
“You okay?” he asked when it sounded like she’d calmed enough to speak.
Marcy laughed, her face shifting so that it was buried against his chest.
Zeke took that as a yes and smiled up at the ceiling, hugging her close.
“I meant to have lunch ready when you were finished with your test.”
Since her face was still buried against him, he felt her smile. “You were ready,” she finally replied.
Zeke was so stunned by her sexual innuendo that he didn’t react for a long moment. Then the laughter burst out of him, his arms tightening around her.
Rolling over, he looked down at her, seeing the adorable pink tinge to her cheeks. “Good one, Marcy.” His eyes moved lower. “Are you ready as well?”
Marcy understood the look in his eyes and shivered. But she wasn’t sure she could do that again, so she pressed her hands against his shoulders. “Um…I don’t think so?”
Zeke’s hands instantly stopped her retreat. “Ah, Marcy, you have so much to learn about sex,” and he lowered his head to kiss her neck. “And I’m just the man to teach you.”
She squealed when he caught her, laughing as he tickled her neck with his mouth again. “We can’t!” she gasped.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. “I know. You’re too sore. But that doesn’t mean I can’t…” he didn’t finish that sentence. After turning on the water, he faced her once again, pressing her back up against the wall. “Just relax,” he told her.
Marcy had no idea what he was about to do until he kneeled down in front of her. She tried to back up, but the wall didn’t give her any space. “Zeke…no!”
He didn’t listen. Kissing her thighs, he caressed her legs. “If you really don’t want me to touch you, then just say so. I’ll stop.”
Marcy could barely think, much less form words. What he was doing, the way he was touching her, made her whole body tremble with need. “Zeke,” she whispered when his mouth kissed her there, right between her thighs. It seemed like such an indecent kiss and yet, it felt wonderful.
“Just relax, Marcy,” he repeated and lifted her leg so that it was draped over his shoulder. Marcy’s fingers dove into his hair, partly to give her something to hold onto, to balance with, and partly to encourage him to keep doing what he was doing. When his mouth moved against her, his tongue darting out and teasing that sensitive nub, she knew that this wasn’t indecent. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong. Yes, she knew that men and women did this sort of thing. And yes, she knew that women liked it. But she was fairly sure that no woman enjoyed this as much as she did when Zeke pressed his tongue against her, teasing her, driving her crazy as her body ached for that now-familiar release.
“Zeke,” she whispered again as her eyes closed and her head fell back against the bathroom wall. The movement pressed her core more firmly against his tongue and she unconsciously gripped his hair as his expert hands and mouth brought her to a powerful, amazing, beautiful release once again. She screamed as he teased her over the edge and then carefully held onto her as her body throbbed with delight once more.
Zeke stood up, feeling powerful and amazing. Marcy tasted like heaven and he wanted to do that to her all over again. Instead, he lifted her into his arms, almost laughing when her limp arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her into the shower. Lowering her legs back down to the shower floor, he grabbed the soap and gently lathered her body, moving along all of her secret places, making her slick, his hands gliding unhindered against all of her glorious curves.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered a moment before he kissed her, his tongue mating with hers.
Marcy couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She felt drugged with pleasure one moment, then drugged with need the next. As he stood next to her, she wanted to press herself against him, to tell him without words what she needed. But that would be…wrong. Wouldn’t it?
As she opened her eyes and looked up at him, she realized that she didn’t care what was right or wrong. She needed Zeke.
So instead of worrying about what a lady would do, she concentrated on what she wanted to do. Letting her fingers slide up his wet slicked body, she enjoyed and explored the different textures of his chest. The two of them were so different. She loved the rough feel of his skin, the hair on his chest. And she loved the way he groaned when she leaned her head down and kissed that flat, male nipple. Everything about him was fascinating! She loved the way his breath caught when she let her fingers trail down lower, the ridges in his stomach and the way his muscles tightened when her hands explored.
Lower and lower, her fingers trailed down his chest, his stomach…and lower. The whole time, her eyes watched his face, trying to gauge if she was doing things that he liked. And he watched her, his green eyes revealing the intensity of what he was feeling. Every time her hands moved, she could see that desire reflected in his eyes.
“Touch me, Marcy,” he growled, but didn’t wait for her to follow his command. His own hands captured one of hers and brought her hand down to his erection, curling her fingers around his shaft. When she squeezed experimentally, his eyes closed and one muscular arm reached behind her, bracing his flat hand against the wall of the shower.
“Can I…” she started to ask but Zeke shook his head.
“Hell no!” and his hands pulled hers away from him. A moment later, she was lifted into his arms, his body pressing into hers as he filled her up. “Marcy!” he groaned, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her arms holding onto his shoulders as he pressed into her. It felt deeper this time, more powerful, and she couldn’t help the way her hips pressed against each of his thrusts. “More,” she begged.
And he gave her more. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t slow down. He tried to be gentle, but this was Marcy and her breasts were pressing against his chest, her soft sighs were making him crazy, and her body was so tight, so perfect, that he barely held off his own release. When he heard her cries, felt her body tighten around his erection, only then did he let go of his control. Spurred on by her continued cries, he pounded into her, trying to be gentle, but it was too much. Marcy was too amazing and he couldn’t hold back. Not anymore.
When his climax came over him, he held her close, trying to protect her from his lust, but suspecting that he was failing. It was just too intense, too powerful.
When it was all over, he pulled back and looked down at Marcy, relieved when he discovered she had that sexy, well-pleasured look in her barely open eyes. “You okay?”
He breathed a sigh of relief when she smiled. Unfortunately, that smile also made his body harden once again. He pulled out of her before he hurt her, but it was difficult. “You’re going to kill me,” he teased, kissing her bare shoulder as he grabbed the bar of soap once again. He turned her around so that her back was against his chest, giving his hands plenty of access to her beautiful breasts. He lathered her up, then did the same for himself and rinsed both of them off. Grabbing two towels, he wrapped Marcy up in one before drying off with the other, tying it around his waist.
“Time for lunch,” he announced. Taking her hand, he led her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
“This looks bigger than the other apartments,” she commented after he lifted her up and deposited her onto a stool by the countertop.
He pulled out a salad bowl and a plate filled with sandwiches. They looked delicious and her stomach growled as she realized how hungry she was. “Shouldn’t we be dressed for lunch?”
“Nope,” he replied quickly, emphasizing his response with a shake of his head. “Why waste time? I’m going to bring you back to my bed and make love to you again, so dressing would be inefficient.” He sealed that with a kiss and handed her the stack of sandwiches. “Eat up. You’re going to need your strength.”
Laughing, Marcy grabbed a sandwich and carefully set it on her plate. He sat down next to her but loaded his own plate with four of the sandwiches. As she nibbled on her food, she looked at him, but honestly, she was too distracted by all of those rippling muscles in his arms to really be interested in food.
Sure enough, as soon as they’d finished eating, he put all the food back into the fridge, lifted her back into his arms, stripped off their towels and proceeded to make slow, sensuous love to her. Later that night, he gave her one of his shirts, grabbed a pair of jeans for himself, then pulled her onto the soft sofa, right into his arms, holding her close while they watched a movie together. It was a comedy that that they both enjoyed, but the real pleasure was simply being in Zeke’s arms.
She only made it through half the movie before she fell asleep. But her last thought that night was how much she loved being with Zeke like this.