muscles bulging against the soft pliant curves of her body, and her senses sizzled with excitement, her throat burning as he stole the air from her lungs. His hands curved around her hips, drawing her against him, and she moaned when she felt his hard sex press into her abdomen.
A low guttural sound tore through him and he dragged his hands over her buttocks, up her back and then settled them at her waist. Heat engulfed her and she closed her eyes, savoring his manly scent, her nipples puckering as she ran her tongue over the edge of his lips.
Then he pulled away and stared at her, his caramel eyes glazed with hunger and need, his breath ragged. She swallowed, struggling for air, wondering why he didn't just take her inside and finish what he'd started.
But a car horn sounded behind them and the store door suddenly swung open. She and Zack almost toppled inside. Angel stood wide-eyed, her mouth agape.
Good heavens! They had been making out like rabid teenagers, and Angel had seen their every move through the door. She glanced quickly inside, scanning the Love 'N Lace, her cheeks flaming. But thankfully the store was empty, so she hadn't been ravaging the man in front of her customers.
"Don't let me disturb you," Angel said with a giggle. Then she quickly shut the door.
Mortified, Jenna faced Zack, the imprint of his mouth still firmly entrenched in her mind, her body a quivering mass of unexplored passion.
"Uh, I... I'm sorry," Zack said. Sweat trickled down his handsome face while his mouth worked furiously into an apology of sorts. "I shouldn't have—"
"It's okay," she said softly, touching her fingers to her swollen lips. She'd never been kissed like that, not like heaven and hell, not so she'd lost her wits in public.
His hands shook as he ran them through his dark blond hair, and she realized with a heady sense of power that she'd never made a man tremble before.
"No, it's not okay. It was stupid and foolish... and embarrassing." He backed away, his expression troubled, and she flinched at his choice of words. She'd always felt as if she'd embarrassed her family, her brother... they'd never said so, but—
"You're a client and I told myself I wasn't going to screw things up." He winced, as if he realized his poor word choice. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. It can't happen again, absolutely not."
Jenna simply stared at him as he bolted and jogged to his car. His backside looked incredibly enticing as he fumbled with the door and an image of Zack wearing the Bee-Stinger flooded her mind, sending her senses spinning with naughty thoughts. Hmm, what size would he wear, medium—large? She couldn't resist a wicked smile.
"I'll call you when I get something else worked up," he called with a shaky wave.
She grinned. He was already worked up—and he'd definitely need a large.
But his face tensed and he looked as if he was in pain as he folded his long legs into the small sports car. Then he scratched the back of his neck with long vicious strokes as if he had a sudden case of poison ivy.
A second later, he tore out of the parking lot, leaving the scent of burning rubber and lost lust in his wake.
* * *
"So, how's it going with Jenna and the campaign?" Mark asked Zack as they jogged their usual course through the park.
Zack grunted, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other and working his body until he dropped from exhaustion. He'd hoped Mark would spend the evening boring him with office politics, as he usually did, but marriage had changed him. Now he wanted to talk about people and relationships and feelings—damn.
"What did you say, bro? I didn't hear you."
"Fine, I said it's going fine," Zack said, swiping at the stream of sweat trickling down his arm. "We had lunch today and discussed my sketches for her ad." And I kissed her senseless and made a fool out of myself.
"She has a good knack for business, don't you think?"
"Yeah, great." And a knack for turning me inside out.
They passed a
A low guttural sound tore through him and he dragged his hands over her buttocks, up her back and then settled them at her waist. Heat engulfed her and she closed her eyes, savoring his manly scent, her nipples puckering as she ran her tongue over the edge of his lips.
Then he pulled away and stared at her, his caramel eyes glazed with hunger and need, his breath ragged. She swallowed, struggling for air, wondering why he didn't just take her inside and finish what he'd started.
But a car horn sounded behind them and the store door suddenly swung open. She and Zack almost toppled inside. Angel stood wide-eyed, her mouth agape.
Good heavens! They had been making out like rabid teenagers, and Angel had seen their every move through the door. She glanced quickly inside, scanning the Love 'N Lace, her cheeks flaming. But thankfully the store was empty, so she hadn't been ravaging the man in front of her customers.
"Don't let me disturb you," Angel said with a giggle. Then she quickly shut the door.
Mortified, Jenna faced Zack, the imprint of his mouth still firmly entrenched in her mind, her body a quivering mass of unexplored passion.
"Uh, I... I'm sorry," Zack said. Sweat trickled down his handsome face while his mouth worked furiously into an apology of sorts. "I shouldn't have—"
"It's okay," she said softly, touching her fingers to her swollen lips. She'd never been kissed like that, not like heaven and hell, not so she'd lost her wits in public.
His hands shook as he ran them through his dark blond hair, and she realized with a heady sense of power that she'd never made a man tremble before.
"No, it's not okay. It was stupid and foolish... and embarrassing." He backed away, his expression troubled, and she flinched at his choice of words. She'd always felt as if she'd embarrassed her family, her brother... they'd never said so, but—
"You're a client and I told myself I wasn't going to screw things up." He winced, as if he realized his poor word choice. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. It can't happen again, absolutely not."
Jenna simply stared at him as he bolted and jogged to his car. His backside looked incredibly enticing as he fumbled with the door and an image of Zack wearing the Bee-Stinger flooded her mind, sending her senses spinning with naughty thoughts. Hmm, what size would he wear, medium—large? She couldn't resist a wicked smile.
"I'll call you when I get something else worked up," he called with a shaky wave.
She grinned. He was already worked up—and he'd definitely need a large.
But his face tensed and he looked as if he was in pain as he folded his long legs into the small sports car. Then he scratched the back of his neck with long vicious strokes as if he had a sudden case of poison ivy.
A second later, he tore out of the parking lot, leaving the scent of burning rubber and lost lust in his wake.
* * *
"So, how's it going with Jenna and the campaign?" Mark asked Zack as they jogged their usual course through the park.
Zack grunted, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other and working his body until he dropped from exhaustion. He'd hoped Mark would spend the evening boring him with office politics, as he usually did, but marriage had changed him. Now he wanted to talk about people and relationships and feelings—damn.
"What did you say, bro? I didn't hear you."
"Fine, I said it's going fine," Zack said, swiping at the stream of sweat trickling down his arm. "We had lunch today and discussed my sketches for her ad." And I kissed her senseless and made a fool out of myself.
"She has a good knack for business, don't you think?"
"Yeah, great." And a knack for turning me inside out.
They passed a
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