Page 62 of Her Wicked Hero

He pulled out his fingers and licked them, then rolled on the condom.

“Please, now. Now.”

He positioned himself at her opening. He knew he needed to go slowly, she was so tight.

“Just do it,” she said fiercely.

Nothing could have slowed him down more than those words. He searched her face and realized his beautiful Marcia didn’t know the first thing about making love. “Shhh, we’ll get there.”

He pressed in slowly, just a little. She gave a soft cry, her smile told him that it was pleasure.

“More.”

He kept himself up on his elbows and gave her more. With every thrust, she smiled brighter until he was fully sheathed.

“So good,” she sighed. “We’re together, it’s so good.”

She bowed her body upwards and captured his mouth in a kiss. He started a rhythm as old as time. Marcia cupped his cheeks as her beautiful legs wrapped around his waist drawing him closer.

He felt her body shudder and tighten. Thank fuck, he wasn’t going to last. She tore her mouth from his.

“Zed,” she whimpered. He saw tears filling her eyes. “Oh Zed,” she cried out as her body clamped around him, her nails scoring his back. “So perfect. So perfect,” she sobbed, and he catapulted into bliss.

12

She woke to the smell of oranges. Marcia rolled over and saw Zed placing a tray on the bedside table. Her eyes widened when she saw everything that was on it.

“Are we expecting company?” she asked as she scooted up against the headboard, holding the sheet over her breasts.

“I don’t share.” Marcia blushed as his gaze raked over her. Before she had a chance to feel uncomfortable, a slow smile broke crossed his face, and she relaxed. “Hungry?” he asked.

She nodded. Zed sat down on the bed beside her and brought the tray between them.

“I stepped out while you were asleep.”

She reached for a piece of cheese and a cracker, but her heart turned over when she saw the strawberries and bowl chocolate sauce.

“You’re a romantic,” she whispered.

“I have my moments.”

“And you’re okay with eating crackers in bed? I would have thought that went against the whole Navy man mentality.”

Zed handed her a glass of wine. “There are always exceptions, otherwise life isn’t worth living,” he smiled. “Don’t you need two hands to eat?”

Marcia looked down and realized her left hand was clutching the sheet like it was a lifeline. She licked her lips and released the sheet. Slowly, it slid down, then caught on the swell of her breasts. She watched in fascination as Zed’s eyes gleamed; it gave her a wicked thrill. When the fabric pooled into her lap, she no longer felt exposed, instead, she felt liberated.

Zed swirled a strawberry in the bowl of chocolate, then held it up to her lips. She bit into the sweet fruit, the flavor bursting across her tongue.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Marcia couldn’t think of anything to say in response, so she took another bite. It was as if Zed understood. When she was done, he handed her back her glass of wine.

“Would you tell me about Rick?” he asked.

“If you’ll tell me more about what it was like growing up in LA,” she countered.

“Deal.”