“Fine. I feel good.” Zach chuckled at the slow smile that eased across her lips. “But I want you to come, too. I need to tell my diary how I finally got Zach Pleasant naked and brought him to his knees.”
Zach let out a shout of laughter, then buried his face against Evie’s neck. He could feel her body shake as she laughed along with him. His breathing slowed when he felt her lips on the side of his face a moment later. He moved just enough so their lips could meet. His arm looped her waist, and in a careful maneuver, he shifted onto his back, pulling Evie on top of him.
Zach reached down and aligned his still painfully hard dick with her opening. Evie sank down on him like she was meant to be there, right where she belonged. Zach didn’t hold back. He let out a guttural moan when he felt every inch of himself pressed deep inside her. Evie sat up for just a moment, just to pull her tank top over her head, and then she was kissing him again. Zach wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so her breasts pressed against his chest as he started working his hips against her. Fuck, he could do this for days.
Before long though, he felt that telltale tingle in his spine. It shot down to his balls and just before he filled the condom, Evie arched against him, their cries echoing off the vaulted ceiling.
* * *
Evie couldn’t stop touching Zach. She lay on her stomach at an odd angle across his rumpled sheets, staring at his amazing body, splayed out on his muscled back. His eyes were closed, but he was still awake, breathing deeply. Her fingers traced over his dark brown nipple. Her hand moved down his chest, trailing over the dark hair that led down to his softening erection.
Blaire had mentioned Evie’s previous boyfriends and sexual partners, but something told her none of her previous experiences came close to the feeling of having a certain cowboy between her thighs. Yes, her memory failed her, but she knew no one in her past could compare to Zach. And it wasn’t just his gentle skill when it came to pleasuring her, it was the way she was falling for him more and more every minute they were together. The words in her diary made more and more sense. It was easy to fall for Zach Pleasant.
“Were those fireworks earlier?” she asked. She thought she’d heard the booming pops over the sounds of the TV and her own sighs.
“I don’t know. You tell me,” he replied with a wink.
“Goodbye, Zach.” She started to get up, but strong arms pulled her close.
“Come back here.” He kissed her face and she realized even his annoying-ass sarcasm couldn’t drive her from his bed. “I’m just playin’. Yes, those were fireworks for the guests at the Getlier wedding. I should have taken you out to see them.”
“It’s okay. I enjoyed being indoors with you much more.” Evie paused, wondering if she would regret telling Zach what was on the tip of her tongue. If his ego got too big, one of them would have to sleep on the couch. “I’ve dreamt about this before,” she said. “Well, parts of it. We were in your truck during one of Jesse’s football games.”
“And how’d we do in real life?”
“It was much better. Mostly because you disappear in the middle of my dreams. And this was, you know, real.”
Zach leaned up on his elbow and looked at her, a frown creasing his forehead.
“What do you mean I disappeared in the middle?”
Evie sighed and sat up so she could lean against the headboard. Zach readjusted and pulled her legs over to his side. She liked having him close. She liked the constant contact. “Ever since I woke up in the hospital, I’ve been having these dreams where we’re together, doing all kinds of things. Riding, hanging in the barn, in a school parking lot. Sometimes we’re kissing. Sometimes, there’s more. But every single time, I would look away or close my eyes, and when I’d look back you’d be gone. You’d just vanish.”
Evie winced, the meaning of these dreams suddenly becoming clear. Some part of her brain felt abandoned by him. “Sometimes I feel like I’m going to cry, in my sleep.”
“Jesus, Buck.”
“What?”
Zach leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to her knee. “I owe you another apology.”
“For what?”
“I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. You forgive me,now, but I want you to know that I fucked up.”
Evie looked at the way his fingers were touching her leg. She’d made plenty of mistakes, probably plenty she was glad she couldn’t remember now. “You were a teenager,” she told him. “Or you were young, at least. I don’t remember my teens, but from my diaries it seems like they were filled with lots of unnecessary drama.”
“True—”
“Did I ever tell you how I felt?” Evie asked. She told her diary, but did she tell him?
“No, but I knew.”
“Did I ever ask you to be my boyfriend?”
“Well, Nana Buck wouldn’t let you have a boyfriend, so that’s a no.”
“It sounds like I broke plenty of Nana Buck’s rules.”