“You have a thing for pushing me up against doors, don’t you?” I accused lightly.

He’d done it again, as soon as he got me to his apartment and through the door, turning me around and pressing me against the door.

I remembered it from that night. He’d pushed me into the elevator wall and on both sides of the door to the hotel room. My body remembered, too, and responded to the memory. It had been amazing sex, even if it was against a door.

“Should I take that as a complaint?” he said, raising one of his eyebrows.

“No,” I said quickly, my arms moving to around his neck, holding him to me. Then I quirked a smile. “Though I wouldn’t say no to making it to the bed this time.”

“Well, that isn’t exactly fair, is it?” he teased. “We did make it to the bed after.”

I chuckled. “That we did.”

Before he could say more, I went onto the tips of my toes to kiss his lips. He sighed into my mouth, leaning his head down so I could kiss him easier.

It was a soft, almost chaste kiss, just the press and slide of lips. His body was taut though, almost straining, and I thought he was more than ready for more. He’d been staring at me since the moment he picked me up at my doorstep, giving me a look that had my body straining toward his. I thought I’d hid it well, but I knew that he wanted me, and I wanted him just as badly.

Slowly, I pulled back and met his eyes.

“Take me to bed,” I said softly, but the words were a command.

I saw something spark quickly in his eyes before it died down. He pulled back, releasing all of me apart from my hand, and he pulled me behind him as we walked further into the apartment. I’d never been in Zach’s apartment before. It was slightly bigger than mine, but then it made sense if it had two bedrooms. He led me down a hall with two doors and pulled me into one. I eyed the other one. He let me move into the room and backed up against the door, closing it.

I arched an eyebrow his way. “Aren’t you going to press me up against this door?” I teased.

He quirked a smile. “Nah. I don’t want to take you that way this time. The bed should be just fine.”

He pulled off his sports jacket and let it fall to the floor, eyes intent on me. I knew what he wanted, but instead of moving to do the same, I just gave him a coy smile.

“So, can I ask what happened to your old roommate? Couldn’t put up with you?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, no. See, he got a girlfriend, and they decided they wanted to move in together. Three would have been a crowd, so he left on his own.”

“Ah.”

I looked at his bed. It was a king size, understandable with his height. He’d probably feel cramped if he ever stayed over at my place. I glanced at the nightstand and dropped my clutch purse there. When I turned back, I found he’d stepped closer when I wasn’t looking.

“Do you need help with your dress?” he asked.

I smiled dryly as I closed the space between us and pressed against his chest. “I wouldn’t quite say that. I can take it off on my own just fine. But do I want help?”

His eyebrow shot up.

My smile grew wider. “I’d love it if you could help me, Zach.”

He grinned. Then he leaned down to press his mouth against mine. Only, this kiss wasn’t as soft or chaste as before. His tongue licked my lips until I parted them, then slid between my teeth to map the inside of my mouth.

Most people were messy with French kissing. It was a surprise when some of the guys I met didn’t even like it. And, of course, there were the guys that didn’t do it well.

Zach wasn’t one of those guys.

His tongue ran under and over mine, tangling together. Then he was thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking what he was going to be doing with his cock later, and I moaned as my hands slid up his neck and into his hair. I tugged a little, and his chest rumbled in pleasure. He was good at this, but in his way, when it came to this, he was easy to read.

After a few moments, he pulled away, leaving us both panting.

“Strip, please,” he commanded.

I moved away from him and kicked off my heels. Then I turned around and held my hair out of the way so he could undo my zipper, looking at him over my shoulder. He met my eyes as he placed his hands on my hips and slowly slid them up. I hissed a breath through my teeth as he slid his hands over my waist, then around to brush over my breasts, before rounding to the top of my spine, where he caught the zipper and pulled it, slowly, down, eyes never leaving mine.

I moved my arms from my sides so the dress could fall. I slid my panties down as well, kicking them off my feet, and stepping out of the puddle my dress made on the floor. Then I turned around. His eyes dropped to my chest and grew wide as he took in a sharp breath.

“No bra?”

His hands were again at my hips and sliding slowly up, leaving heat in their wake now that the touch was skin to skin. My breath stuttered in my throat as he finally cupped my breasts, squeezing lightly. He wasn’t touching my nipples, though, likely because he knew I was sensitive there.

I didn’t want to, but I reached up and caught his hands, pulling them away from my chest. His eyes met mine, dark with his desire, with a question in them.

“This time, we’re both going to get naked,” I told him.

He smiled, but it looked strained around the edges. “Of course. Would you like to do the honors?”

He stepped back with his arms raised away from his sides. I took the offer and unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t have a tie on this time, and I pouted a little at that. I undid the buttons quickly and let it slide over his chest.

I was distracted a little by his chest. “You work out, don’t you?” I murmured as I pressed my hands against his chest and traced his pectorals.

“Well, I do have a desk job. A little workout is healthy.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him, but I didn’t believe that was the only reason he did it.

“I bet the ladies go for your body type, don’t they?”

He smiled. “Well, it certainly is a perk.”

Of course.

I leaned closer and pressed a kiss to one of his pectorals, then licked the flesh there. I trailed my tongue down to his nipple and flicked it. He made a noise in his throat when I did it, and I did it again. Then I circled my lips around his nipple and sucked lightly on it.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I pulled away from his chest to find he had his head tipped backward. I left his chest alone and ran my hands down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. I undid his belt and pulled it off, tossing it off to the side. I undid his fly and pushed his pants off his hips. I paused, realizing I’d forgotten something, and kneeled down. I didn’t miss his groan when I did it.

But I had a different agenda. I tugged a little on his leg until he lifted it. I pulled off his shoes and socks on both feet, then tugged the briefs after his pants and slid both down to his feet and off.

He was hard, his erection curved up toward his stomach. I left a soft kiss on the head, relishing when he sucked in a breath, and I got to my feet.

I gave him a coy smile, loving the tight expression on his face that told me he was trying to restrain himself, and I turned around. I tugged the covers off his bed and slowly crawled onto it, wiggling my hips as I moved, so he had a good view. I heard him moan behind me, and I laughed as I rolled over onto my back.

“You fucking tease,” he growled, his voice low and rough and doing funny things to my insides.

“I’m not a tease, Zach,” I reprimanded lightly. “I’m here because I’m giving myself to you, aren’t I?”

He stood taut beside the bed for a moment, then he was coming onto the bed after me. He paused to palm my knees apart, spreading my legs and crawling into the space between my thighs left just for him. He knelt and stared down at my body. After a moment, I started to squirm under his gaze.

“Zach,” I whined. “Why aren’t you doing anything?”

I wanted to cover myself from his gaze, but it left me feeling too hot. He looked like he wanted to ravage me.

“I’m thinking of where to start,” he murmured, eyes roving down my body from my face to where my thighs draped either side of him.

“Start soon, then.”

He smirked darkly down at me, and my body shivered. “Or, what? You’ll ravage me yourself?”

I jutted my chin out in defiance. “Try me.”

He chuckled, his eyes growing warm. “Maybe some other time. This time, I want you just to lie back and enjoy it.”

“No promises,” I murmured.

He chuckled. Then he moved. Leaning down, he braced himself either side of me and pressed a kiss to my top lip, then my bottom lip. He moved on to my chin, and I tilted my head back as he slid his lips down my neck.

He moved in a straight line until he paused at my chest, kissing the side of one breast and teasing the nipple with lips and tongue. When he had me writhing under him, he moved to the other nipple. Then he was back to kissing a line down my body. His broader shoulders forced me to widen my thighs further, and I was breathing hard by the time I felt his breath on my sex.

“Zach,” I moaned his name, my hips shaking.

He held me still by the insides of my thighs and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on my clit. I cried out, my back arching as I desperately tried to move my hips. But his hands held me still as he kissed my clit as thoroughly as he’d ravaged my mouth before. Then his tongue was at my entrance, thrusting in and out, before dragging up to my clit and pressing hard with the flat of his tongue.

“Zach!”

My hands clenched in his hair, and I was torn whether to pull him away or press him closer. On the one hand, it felt too good. On the other hand, it was quickly becoming too much. If he didn’t pull off, then I was going to come, and I wanted him inside me when that happened.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured like he knew what I was thinking. His lips brushed on my skin as he spoke, making me whine and writhe some more. “You’ll be coming more than once tonight.”

I believed him. So when he pressed his mouth against me again with vigor, I held him to me with my hand in his hair. My orgasm caught me off guard, and I whimpered as I convulsed around his tongue, my body shuddering with pleasure. I slumped down onto the bed, my hands loosening around the strands of his hair and running my fingers through the soft locks. He slid his tongue out of me and up for the last press against my clit that left me shuddering.

He rose above me, kneeling between my thighs. He wrapped my legs around his hips and slid closer until the head of his cock rubbed against my clit and teased at my entrance.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss as he slid inside me in one smooth thrust. I expected him to fuck me hard and fast like he did last time, but instead, he rocked slowly in and out of me, his body coaxing mine to roll with his. His lips moved from my mouth to kiss all over my neck and shoulders, my collarbones, and lower to tease at my nipples, all the while keeping a slow and steady pace, rolling his hips and hitting all my good spots.

I arched my back as another orgasm drew close, and he was right there with me. We came together, the rhythm of our bodies growing slower until we both stilled and caught our breath.

Zach wrapped his arms around my waist and moved me with him as he shifted to lie on his side, holding me fast to his chest. Feeling warm and sated, my eyes slid closed as I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up still wrapped in Zach’s arms. I stretched, smiling as my body ached deliciously. I wanted to stay longer, maybe wait for him to wake up and get us breakfast, or something. Instead, I pressed a kiss to his forehead and slid carefully out of his arms. I grimaced as I looked at yesterday’s underwear. I was going to have to remember to put a clean pair in my bag or start just going commando on a regular basis. Putting on a pair of dirty underwear just to have panties on was stupid.

I pulled on the dress, totally bare of underwear and wondered what Zach would think of that, if he knew. I combed my fingers through my hair and let it fall around my shoulders. I wanted to look at a mirror and check my face out as I wouldn’t be taking a shower until I got home. I’d fallen asleep with makeup on, only a little, but still.

No time, though.

It wasn’t like I was running away. At least, that was what I told myself. But when I saw him shift on the bed, I barely held back a squeak as I picked up my purse and shoes and snuck out of the room, then out of the apartment. It locked on the inside when I closed the door, easing my guilt about leaving his door open for just anyone to come in while he slept.

It was fairly early, so I considered myself lucky when I found a taxi without much trouble.

On the ride to my apartment, I thought about last night, from Zach calling me to falling asleep in his arms. I had to admit I felt a little scared of the connection between Zach and me. It was a lot stronger than I thought at first, and I wondered if it was just because I was sober the entire night this time.

I knew I wouldn’t keep away, though. Being with and around him felt way too good for that.