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“I’ve been divorced for two years,” she reminded him.
“And for a good portion of that time I was involved with someone.”
“Sabrina.”
“Yes.”
“That still leaves the several months since you two broke up.”
“You’d have made a really good lawyer, you know that?”
She laughed. “Sorry. I guess I’ve been grilling you, huh?”
“Yes. Very effectively too.”
Oh, to hell with it. He’s interested. You’re interested. Get on with it.
Laurel moved closer to him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. For a moment he seemed surprised and then he gathered her close and kissed her back.
“I’m sorry,” she said, against his lips.
“You’re forgiven,” he said, and deepened the kiss.
Laurel gave in, drowning in sensation, lips and tongues meeting, testing each other. She tightened her arms and jammed her fingers through his hair at his nape. His hands were on her back and pressing her close, but he hadn’t moved to touch her breasts or push her down on the couch. She realized if she wanted him to go further she would have to initiate it.
She took his hand and placed it on her breast. He took the hint and caressed one breast and then the other. But she wanted to feel his touch on her bare skin. So she pulled back and lifted up her sweater. He helped her take it off and fling it aside. He cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples through her black demi-bra. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, then slipped it down her arms and off.
His eyes darkened, a deep, vibrant green. A groan escaped him before he bent his head down and captured her nipple. He licked it, sucked it, swirled his tongue around it.
“Zack.”
He raised his head. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I want…more.”
With one hand he plumped up her breast, then circled his tongue around her other nipple and sucked on it. She lay back on the couch, urging him to lie on top of her, but he held back.
“I’m going to reach the point of no return before long.”
“Me too. Is that a problem?”
He leaned down and kissed her mouth. “It could be. I don’t have any protection with me.”
Neither did she. After all, she’d barely dated since her divorce, much less needed condoms. “Crap.”
“I’m guessing that means you don’t either.”
She sat up, reached for her sweater and pulled it on without the bra. “I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce. And—” She hesitated, decided to come clean. “I’ve only ever been with him.”
He smiled. “That makes me a very lucky man.” Then he frowned. “Or I would be, if we had a condom.”
“We could…go to your place. Couldn’t we?”
He stood and held out his hand. She took it and he pulled her up and yanked her close before kissing her, hard. “Definitely.”
*
Thankfully, it didn’ttake long to get to Zack’s apartment. He was having a hard time concentrating on driving when the object of his many fantasies sat beside him wearing a tight-fitting sweater with no bra. He kept his eyes glued to the road, especially when they passed under a streetlight or halted at a traffic light.
