I hold my arms out wide so she can ease past, and I close my eyes in frustration.
Which is a bad idea because my sense of touch becomes immensely heightened when her breasts brush innocently against me…just below my chest.
“Sorry,” she blurts, and my eyes fly open. She’s frozen in place, her eyes staring at me with confusion and yearning.
I immediately turn my face away from hers and toward the window that looks out over the front of the house. In a low voice and through clenched teeth, I say, “Just go get in the shower, Kate.”
She hurriedly scrambles past me, leaving tingles across my chest in her wake and the beginnings of a hard-on in my jeans. I hear the door to her bathroom slam shut behind her.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
What in the hell is wrong with me? Lusting after Ben’s nanny? Craving just a slight touch to her face? Getting a hard-on from the barest graze of tits against me?
I feel like a damn teenager.
No, that’s not quite right.
I feel like a man who hasn’t felt anything for four long months, and who is just now starting to wake up. And because these sensations are so foreign and new once again, they are magnified.
They feel fucking fantastic.
And I want more, God help me.
God help Kate too, because I know she wants it as well.
I don’t give my conscience another chance to weigh in, instead turning in place and circling around the covered furniture toward Kate’s bathroom. I don’t hesitate when my hand reaches toward the knob and I throw the door open.
The only thing that’s going to stop me is if Kate says “no,” but until such time, I’m going to reach out and grab on to more of these new feelings. Like a fucking magnet to metal, I don’t have any choice but to be led to where my nature tells me to go.
Kate whirls around to face me, her hair flying around her shoulders. Thank fuck she took her hair down, and I let my eyes roam over the soft locks as they float and finally settle over her shoulders.
Kate’s eyes are wide with uncertainty and her head tilts to the side. “Zack?”
I don’t answer her. I just walk into the small bathroom and draw her into me, one hand curled around the back of her neck and my other arm around her waist. She doesn’t try to back away or pull free. In fact, she only gives a startled gasp before my mouth descends on her.
I press against her hard, making her lips part, and my tongue moves in swiftly.
And goddamn…my head spins with the sensation of kissing Kate.Kissing the fuck out of Kate.
Seeking more, I bend her backward, kissing her harder. Her hands come and grab on to my shoulders, a good sign that she won’t say no to me.
My hand skates up under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her back as my fingers splay wide to touch as much of her as I can. Kate shivers against me…just because I’m touching her back, and that reaction alone has me going fully hard.
Loath to break contact of our mouths, because I’m afraid she may try to stop me, I release my hold on her neck and bring that hand to her front. I slip it under the hem of her shirt and skim my fingers up over her ribs until I’m palming a deliciously full breast.
Kate arches her back and moans hard into my mouth, and fuck me…that’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
My breathing starts to get heavy and my cock is pulsing in my pants. A flash of worry passes through me. She can’t be forced. I need to know if she wants me to stop or not, so I pull my face away from hers.
Her eyes are closed, so I wait for her to open them. When she does, her look is glazed as she tries to focus on me.
“Do you want me to stop, Kate?” I ask her urgently, squeezing her breast gently, then rubbing my thumb over her nipple that’s puckered hard against her bra.
She moans again and then pushes her hips against me in a move that’s wanton and demanding. Christ…my dick is aching so bad and her grinding against me is torture. I need this to end one way or the other.
“Kate,” I say harshly so I can get her attention. Her eyes focus a little on me. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her brow furrows inward for a second, then she blows out a soft breath from her lips. “I’ll die if you do,” she says quietly and I know I’m an absolute goner.
Chapter 14
Kate
Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. One of Zack’s hands on my breast, another spread wide against my back. The hard muscles in his shoulders jumping under my hands and his erection pushing against my stomach.
If life were to end for me right now, I could go to the great beyond with the satisfaction of just what I’m feeling in this moment. “Kate,” Zack growls at me, and I try to focus in on him rather than on the lust that’s coursing through me. “Do you want me to stop?”
Stop? Is he kidding?
“I’ll die if you do,” I tell him honestly.
Because I will…I’ll die if he stops.
“Good answer,” Zack rasps out before kissing me hard again.
It’s a brief kiss, though, one of thanks for giving the correct answer. The minute his lips pull away from mine, his hands are lifting my shirt over my head.
“Need to see this body again,” he says, more to himself than me.
For a brief moment, I panic. First I try to remember if I shaved this morning, and relief courses through me as I definitely remember doing that. Second, and more important, we’re standing in a brightly lit bathroom and I’m wearing a cheap white cotton bra that’s frayed on the edges and a pair of uninspiring panties that would do my name Roberta proud.