“Do you want me to put my hat back on?” He was joking, but she didn’t care.
“Yes.”
He chuckled a bit, then grabbed his cowboy hat off the hook near his bedroom door. He slipped it on his head, then climbed in the bed. Evie eased onto her back, grateful for the soft sheets and thick blankets that covered the mattress.
Zach wasted no time climbing over her body and she wasted no time reaching between them so she could slide her underwear down her legs. Zach stopped her though. She held her breath, body shivering as he smoothed the rough palm of his hand over her skin, easing the fabric away, exposing her wet slit to the warm air of his bedroom.
He looked up at her from under that hat, his heated gaze traveling over her face, and he gently spread her lips apart with his thumb. She somehow managed to keep her eyes on him as he teased her clit, teased her opening, spreading her juices around. She wanted this, every slow, deliberate moment. She wanted him to be the one to show her how this could be like the first the time, all over again. All she had were her dreams and her diaries to remind her how long she’d been waiting for this moment, and it didn’t seem right to make herself wait any longer.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t make me wait.”
“I got you,” he replied, his voice thick and rough. He stood from the bed and shed his boxers, exposing the impressive erection between his legs. Evie almost drooled watching Zach stroke himself for a beat as he reached for a box of condoms in his nightstand.
On the TV the countdown began.
He climbed back over her, gently pushing her thighs apart to make room for his perfect hips. She looked up into his face, the light from the TV illuminating his perfect brown skin as his thick length nudged against her clit. She closed her eyes against the sensation for just a moment before gazing back at him again.
“Happy New Year, Zach,” she whispered.
“Happy New Year, Buck.”
His head dipped down and he pressed his lips to hers. Evie sighed against his mouth, opening up to him so their tongues could meet. She slid her arms around his waist and welcomed him inside.
Chapter 20
If Zach wasn’t careful, he was going to pass out from pleasure. He held himself above Evie’s amazing body, focusing on the way her lips parted as he moved inside of her. Her wet heat surrounding him was better than Zach had imagined. The slick grip was so tight and inviting, he knew he could easily stay with her like this until the sun came up.
He almost laughed, thinking about how damn foolish he’d been. All those late nights—hell, even some afternoons and early mornings—when he’d thought about what it would be like to be with Evie Buchanan. All of those times he wondered what would happen if he’d just saidfuck itto the warnings from Nana Buck, and told Evie how he felt. The hours he’d lost thinking about how much he’d screwed up not asking her to be his girl. But she was here now, and before the night was over he’d finally tell her exactly how he felt. No bullshit, no put-on charm. She deserved all of him, including the words he’d been too young and cowardly to say. No more.
He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to the side of her neck. Her head lolled to the side as she let out a soft moan, urging him on. He kissed the same spot again, slowing the motion of his hips. She didn’t want to wait, Zach didn’t want to rush. He wanted to make love to Evie, slowly. He wanted it to last for the both of them.
He moved carefully, gently withdrawing from the slick warmth that was practically begging him to keep on with his slow and deep back-and-forth. Evie groaned, gripping his back tightly with her fingertips. Her perfect pussy did the same, squeezing around him, pleading him not to let go.
“Hold on,” he whispered. He moved back up her body and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “I got you. Okay? This isn’t over.”
She stared back at him through her pink-framed glasses, scanning his eyes before finally giving him a shy nod. Zach took that as the sign he needed to continue a proper exploration of her body. He set aside his Stetson on the bedpost, then went back to kissing his way down her chest. She was still wearing her pajama top. He pulled the thin strap to the side, exposing her hard nipple. Zach drew it into his mouth before gently swirling his tongue over the tip.
He could feel Evie shiver as her fingers moved along the back of his head. He sucked the puckered brown tip again, lightly scraping it with his teeth before he gave her other breast the same attention. His cock was aching, throbbing against her thigh. He wanted to be inside her again, but this was just as good, watching her trembling on the bed beneath him. Zach rolled to the side, but kept close with his body draped over her thigh and his mouth still on her skin.
He played with her breasts for a long time, using his fingers to circle her clit in slow, drawn-out strokes. He teased her entrance, watching the way her neck strained.
Her hand went to his wrist. Zach froze and looked up at her beautiful face.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Please don’t stop.” He obeyed, picking up the rhythm of his fingers right where he left off. “That—yeah,” Evie moaned.
“Right here?” His fingers were coated now, soaked with her juices as he stroked either side of the tightening bud.
“Yes, please. Just like that.”
He kept up with the strokes, watching her face, feeling her grip on his hand grow tighter and tighter. A second later she started coming, her hips rising off the bed. He slowed his strokes, easing her down. Her doctor had cleared her for sex, but Zach still didn’t want to push her too hard.
“How we doing?”
“Good. You—you didn’t—”
“Not yet.” He leaned up and kissed her on the mouth. “Just wanted to check in with you. How’s your head?”