“I could have lost—”
“But you didn’t.” She kissed the other. “Look at me, Zac.”
He complied, but not before blinking away the visible signs of his anguish a few times. Tears glistened in her wide, sky-blue eyes too. Were they from fear? Relief?
“We are alive.” She sniffled but gave him a hiccupy grin. “And do you know what I want?”
“To say fuck climbing?” he teased.
“No,” she giggled. “More than anything, I want you. Now. Here.”
He needed no more coaxing. Zac returned to her other shoe and removed the snug footwear. Much like in his van, he kissed up the inside of one leg and then down the other while never extending up past the bottom of her barely there shorts. Did she know how the little black spandex things killed him? He liked to think she wore them specifically to torture him. In retribution, he nipped at the back of her knee. She squirmed as his coarse beard tickled her sensitive skin. He grinned at the press of her knees as she instinctively tried to squeeze them together. But he held her wide. Open to him so he could finish what he started in his bed the day before.
“Stand up, tabby cat,” he demanded hoarsely.
He didn’t wait for her to follow directions but instead slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her upright. She stumbled forward a little and found his shoulders once again for balance.
“That’s right. Hold on to me. I’ll support you long after your legs have given up.”
She looked down at him curiously. His wink was the only warning as he slid her too-tiny shorts down past her curved hips, past her knees, and to her slim ankles. After freeing each foot, he lifted the shorts and noticed her skimpy panties had come along for the ride.
He pulled out the lacy blue cheekies and grinned wolfishly at her.
“Oops,” she said before he could, lust blowing her pupils to consume the blue irises that perfectly matched the color of the undies dangling from his finger.
Zac groaned. At her playful murmur? The press of his erection against his zipper? The sight of his leggy goddess standing before him with a patch of auburn curls hovering just above her bare pussy? All of it. His groan should have lasted an hour to express the tension and need sweeping through his body.
Fabric tossed aside, Zac slid up the inside of her long, perfect legs and teased her seam with the blunt tips of his fingers.
“Is this what you want?” His words puffed out as a husky breath against her belly.
“For starters,” she purred, still slightly bent forward, bracing, squeezing her fingers against his bunched shoulders.
“Anything for you, tabby cat.”
He teased and reveled in her wetness. He wasn’t even inside of her and already she was primed enough for his cock. No question about it. Instead, he slid his finger to find her clit. He swore she pulsed for him, but maybe that was her body shuddering as he circled and teased the sensitive spot. Her hips rocked, antsy and wanton. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what she wanted. And his suspicions were confirmed as he slid two fingers deep inside of her in one press and her knees buckled.
“Lean on me as much as you need.” He looked up to her, locked eyes. “Because I’ve barely started.”
She couldn’t respond. She was too busy rolling her eyes to the back of her head as he flexed those two fingers inside her snug warmth while simultaneously grazing his thumb back and forth on her clit. He increased the speed, increased the pressure, all in time to the sexy little mewls and gasps that kept popping out of her mouth.
Zac’s chest heaved with every breath. He was so keyed up from her sounds, to the wetness dripping down his fingers, to the heady scent of her so close to him. He had to dip his head and let his tongue take the workload away from his thumb. And he grinned against her soft, sweet skin as she wailed in response to his licks and sucks. She was heaven on his lips and wicked sin pulsing around his fingers, and the only concern in his mind was whether he should make her come this way or make her wait.
But when a little plea escaped her lips, breathy and desperate, he knew he’d die before denying her the release. So, he upped the speed, upped the pressure, upped the fervor with which he feasted until she had no choice but to grind against his face and plummet over the edge of her climax. She shuddered and screamed all kinds of obscenities in a voice Zac barely recognized as he eased her down the other side with sweet kisses and gentle sweeps. His arm bracing beneath her ass tremored from fatigue as she collapsed against him.
Zac chuckled. “Oh no you don’t, woman. I’m not even halfway done with you yet.”
Chapter forty-three
Tabitha
Earth-fucking-shattering.
Tabitha hadn’t had an orgasm like that in . . . well . . . that wasn’t the point. The point was Zac had just delivered the best one she’d ever had, and for some insane reason, she still wasn’t satisfied. So she nearly clapped with glee when he told her he wasn’t done by a long shot.
Now if she could only get her wibbly-wobbly legs to cooperate.
Zac carefully set her down on the boulder behind them. The cool stone felt great against her rear. She reveled in the smooth, solid surface and watched Zac with consuming lust, and he stepped back from her. He reached an arm over his shoulder, gripped the back of his shirt, and pulled it off over his head.