Single by Saturday

When her bra popped open, they both laughed.

The dusky rose of her ni**les puckered and asked for attention.

Karen stopped laughing when he filled his mouth with her. Her hips ground against his. “So good,” she whispered.

“Perfect.” He moved to her other breast, licked, and sucked his way over every inch of her. He hesitated only when she reached one hand to the bulge in his jeans. “Damn.”

“Please tell me you have condoms.”

He laughed at the stress in her voice. “Of course.”

She sighed and pushed him until he lay on his back, and she straddled his legs. Her blue eyes were heavy with desire as she leaned over him to kiss his chest, his neck. When she nibbled on his jaw, she told him, “I’ve wanted this sexy chin on my skin since the first time I saw you.”

He held her head when she slid her lips over his again. Wet kisses drove him past reason.

She sat up, her swollen br**sts shoved in front of her, and reached for the button of her pants. Zach watched, fascinated as she released the button, and lowered the zipper. She spread her hand over her own stomach and let her fingers drift below the level of her panties that peeked at him through her jeans. His eyes snapped away from her little show to find her eyes on him, her lip caught between her teeth.

“Jesus.”

He rolled her over and tugged her pants from her hips, made quick work of his own until they were both bare. Zach slid his hands over her thighs and along the edges of her mound.

She squirmed and moaned with frustration. “Zach, please. We’ve waited long enough.”

The condom was out of his wallet, and in her hands seconds later. The feel of her fingers around him was something he could get used to.

The feel of her foot sliding along his leg, and the scent of her desire as she opened for him had him settling between her legs. Warm heat met him as he moved close and kissed her.

Her eyes fluttered open as he sat at her entrance. She was so damn tight as he sought to fill her. If not for the look of pure ecstasy on her face, he would have worried about splitting her in two. His control was ready to snap as she clenched around him.

“Damn, Karen.”

“Everything. Please, give me all of you.”

He pushed all the way in and saw stars. He had to close his eyes and push back the wave of release. He’d not been so ready to explode so quickly in his life.

“Zach?”

He opened his eyes, found her watching him.

“Make love to me.”

Her sweet request moved his hips, sliding alongside her, within her. Her slick body opened for him and he whispered her name as he made her his.

She matched his every stroke and clung onto him as if her body depended on his for survival.

The moment her breathing changed, he angled her hips closer, moved faster, and stared deep in her eyes as she shattered in his arms. He followed her over the edge and knew his life was forever changed.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Up until Zach, sex came in two categories…memorable and forgettable. The forgettable exercise held very little space in her brain, and now that Zach dominated the memorable section, Karen was hard-pressed to remember any other man than the one in her arms. She wiggled a leg around one of his and settled into his side like a content kitten lying in the sunlight streaming through a window.

“Wow.”

He chuckled, and the noise rumbled in her ear followed by the faint sound of his heartbeat as it slowed to a safer pace.

“I should feel guilty about that,” Zach said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Don’t you dare.” She couldn’t feel guilty about something that felt so right. “Too amazing to feel guilty.”

“You can say that again.”

She couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were running through Zach’s head. Was he thinking about Michael? Was he sated and the itch was gone? The question about Michael she couldn’t ask for fear of opening questions she wouldn’t answer…but the other one…

“Karen?”

“Zach?” They both called each other’s name at the same time, and then laughed.

“You go.” Zach kissed the top of her head.

She couldn’t look in his eyes for fear he’d tell her what she wasn’t prepared to hear.

“Is this…you and I…a onetime thing?”

The hand he used to hold her against him moved to her face and he urged her to look at him. Even in the dark, she saw the concern in his eyes. “Is that what you want?”

She hated the vulnerability in her heart. Karen shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

Zach sighed and traced her cheek with his thumb. “I don’t know how this is going to work, but I want you…this.”

Her heart flipped in her chest. “It’s going to be messy and complicated.”

“My life has been too neat and easygoing for too long.” His eyes sparkled.

“And if the adventure fades?” Damn, where had this insecurity come from? She looked away and swallowed hard.

“Karen.” His voice was only a breath. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

A soft smile met her gaze.

“I have never felt more drawn to a woman in my life. We’ve not been easy and I predict things won’t sail in calm waters, but I’m willing to give this a go if you are.”

What more could she ask of him? He didn’t know their future any more than she did. At least she knew that her marriage was no more than a piece of paper. A soon to be ripped up license that would set her free.

“I want to see where this goes, too,” she told him.

He leaned down and kissed her briefly.

When he pulled away she said, “You were going to ask something.”

Now it was his turn to look uncertain as he opened up. “When are you getting divorced?”

She rested her hand on his chest and leaned her chin on her arm. “Michael is filing when he gets back to LA. The media always manages to get a hold of personal information like that and he wanted to be around to keep the press from hounding me.”

“Isn’t he working in Canada for a few months?”

“Yeah, but he’ll come home in a couple of weeks, file immediately, then fly back to Canada when things die down.” They’d talked about the scheduled day and choreographed it. “Without any contesting, it should be final in six months.”

“You’re sure that’s what you want?” he asked.

She leaned up on her elbows, stared down at him. “Zach?”