Page 31 of Just Past Two

“Abby.” Zach smiled at her, gently touching her cheek. “Do you want me?”

Abby exhaled. “Yes.”

Zach licked his lips once more, then nodded. “Where do you live?”

Chapter Six

Abby’s nerves were jangling by the time they got home. She’d driven, having had only one drink, and their car ride was pretty silent. Fortunately, so was the vibrator, a kickoff to the evening that was escalating faster than she intended.

“You sure about this?” she asked Sam again, for the first time since they’d said it in the club.

“Completely. You?” He glanced over at her.

“Yes.” She swallowed. “I’m nervous.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

That was such a glimpse of the Sam she was familiar with, the Sam who would never push her comfort zone even when she wanted to be pushed, and it simultaneously comforted and frustrated her. “I do want this. I want all of it.”

She parked the car in front of their house, the lights from Zach’s car swinging into the driveway behind them.

“You ever do this before?” Sam asked.

“Never.” Nothing anything remotely like this. “This is a first.”

“Good.”

He leaned across the car and kissed her, hard, his mouth bruisingly intense. This was a claiming kiss, a kiss of certainty, a kiss that made her knees go weak. “Come on.” He followed up that kiss with a light one. “Let’s get inside.”

Zach took his coat off at the door and accepted Sam’s offer of a Scotch and soda, sitting next to Abby on the couch. He looked around, complimenting the house, the location close to town, the normal bits of small talk one would have with a new visitor. Outside of the dim lights and pounding music of the club, reality pressed in on all sides, and Abby still wanted this. They were sitting so close their knees brushed, and she took some of the whisky Sam offered in order to settle her nerves.

Sam sat down on the chair nearby, but not on the sofa with her and Zach. How did someone start something like this? There was a moment where he was in the house, welcomed, having a drink, having polite conversation, and somehow, this was supposed to move to the bedroom. Sometime. Anytime.

Zach’s hand drifted to the back of Abby’s neck again, where he’d touched her in the club, right before kissing her. He brushed his fingers lightly through her wavy hair, sending a shiver all the way down her body. Another pause, a moment where her body lit up from the inside. Zach stroked his fingertips lightly on the back of her neck. “Do you want to show me around?”

Abby got shakily to her feet, smoothing her dress down her hips. She put her mostly untouched whisky on the coffee table next to Zach’s drink, then looked at Sam. This was a moment for him to say he needed more time, or wasn’t ready, or something like that. Instead, he leaned back, crossed one ankle over his other knee, and sipped his whisky, his eyes dark with lust.

“Well.” Sam smiled devilishly and gestured down the hall. “You’d better go show him around.”

There weren’t many rooms to show in their small house, and all too soon they were in the bedroom, Abby’s heart pounding as she flicked on the light. She turned to face Zach, ready to say something unnecessary about this being the bedroom.

He was closer than she had expected. When she breathed in, she could smell his cologne. Whatever words she was going to say vanished from her lips, and she froze, suddenly caught up in the weight of that moment.

Reaching up, Zach slid one hand into Abby’s hair, cupping the back of her head while he stepped in the rest of the way. He pressed up against her, his whole body aligning with hers, and kissed her as confidently and thoroughly as he had in the club. His mouth slanted over hers, firm and hot, and every bone in her body went liquid. His arms around her were the only reason she didn’t melt into the floor. With his hand in her hair like this, she felt completely enclosed, held, fully engulfed in this moment. She hadn’t kissed another man in so long, not until tonight. It was the same and yet totally different from kissing Sam. And hotter. And illicit. Or maybe hot because of how illicit it was? It was hard to think, and then he had his tongue in her mouth, and fuck, Zachary Levine could kiss.

When he pulled away, she was dazed, and it took a minute for her brain to catch up to her body. She was standing in her bedroom with a man she was going to fuck, a man who was not her husband.

Right. Her husband. Sam. He’d somehow come in while she was kissing Zach, and she hadn’t realized it, and now he was sitting in the chair in the corner, posed in the same way he’d been in the living room, ankle over knee, and he’d even brought the whisky with him. Watching. When she looked over at him, dazed, he smiled a small, intimate smile just for her, the kind that made a little shiver run down her spine. Zach looked over, too, an uncertain expression on his face, and Sam lifted his chin slightly in a nod.

Zach leaned in to kiss Abby again. She could get lost in those kisses, the way the sweep of his tongue drove the world away, his lips teasing her mind into nothingness. A sudden brush of fabric against her thighs made her break the kiss and look down. Zach was tugging at the hem of her dress, lifting it up. “I want to get you out of this.”

She let him strip her, pulling that dress up and off, leaving her in front of him in her black lace bra and panties, the ones she’d put on earlier when Sam had first shown her the vibe. The vibe she was still wearing, that Zach would undoubtedly discover soon enough.

Zach let out a slow breath of air through pursed lips, almost a whistle but not quite, and then, “Damn.” His eyes had settled on her breasts, straining the generous cups of her bra. He moved in again, but then paused. “I’ll stop anytime. Just ask.”

Abby huffed out a laugh. “Don’t you dare stop.”

In the corner, Sam chuckled, and the sound of his laugh was as reassuring as any words he could have spoken. Smiling, Zach cupped her breasts through her bra, his large hands warm against her skin, his touch sending a shiver through her body. A gentle squeeze, just a bit of pressure, and she was pressing herself farther into his grip. He brushed his thumbs over the nipples hardening inside the lace cups, the light touch making her tremble. He was watching her reactions this whole time. When he gave them a gentle twist, just a bit, she had to let out a little breath of air.