But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t leave her with a little nip somewhere else. Beneath one breast? Inner thigh, perhaps? Though it’d have to be high enough for those little workout shorts of hers to hide it. His mouth practically watered as he continued down the middle of her chest. Over the top of the dress’s fabric, he licked a circle around her nipple then sucked it into his mouth. She writhed beneath him, hips undulating up like she longed for the same treatment between her legs. He sucked harder and pulled away with an obscene pop, leaving a damp spot on the white and pink flower pattern. He could see her rosy nipple through the wetness, which made his mind go wild. Was she not wearing a bra? He hooked a finger on the bust of the fabric and pulled down. There was definitely a bra there, but it was thin and strapless and looked more like a bandage around her ribs than the traditional style.
“It’s called a bandeau bra.” His tabby cat giggled at his furrowed brow and shameless investigation. “So the straps don’t show.”
Zac released the fabric and ventured over to her other breast to provide similar attention to her other perfect nipple, while opting to use a little teeth this time around. She squirmed and shuddered in response.
Satisfied with his work he continued south, hands following along and stopping at either side of Tabitha’s hips. He wasn’t the only one whose body had changed in the last sixteen years. She was softer, with rounder hips he couldn’t wait to use as leverage. He thought about how his large handprint would look on her generous ass. She’d changed, same as him, and while he’d never call attention to the softening of her pro-climber edges, he mused about how incredibly sexy she was now. His cock throbbed as he imagined how incredible she would look naked in every position he was about to put her in.
He released her hip and adjusted the nagging erection, telling it to calm down. They had other more important things to do.
Beard experiences.
Zac grinned and sat back on his heels, shaking with the anticipation of finally seeing what kind of panties she wore.
Tabitha’s eyes connected with his, holding him hostage as he gripped her ankle to remove one shoe, soon to be followed by the other. But paused and looked down, puzzled.
The laugh began low and rumbled up through his chest until it burst from between his lips. He folded forward, head resting on her belly.
“What?” Tabitha’s voice held so much trepidation that he didn’t dare hold her in suspense. He gripped her ankle and lifted it up into her line of sight. She began laughing too but abruptly stopped and looked dead seriously at Zac. “I’m a thief.”
He slid off her stolen bowling shoes and then his immediately after. Holding both sets, he smiled mischievously. “We’d better make a run for it.”
“We need to return those,” she insisted.
“Later,” Zac said gruffly, tossing the pilfered footwear aside in order to resume his task. “You’re about to be mind-numbingly busy.”
Her little huff of indignation filled him with determination.
Zac slid his fingers slowly up her knees toward the hem of her dress, licking his lips in anticipation. He reached the bottom of the fabric and slowly shucked it up her thighs. What greeted him was a pair of cheek panties in a sky blue that perfectly matched the thin iris ringing her large black pupils. His breath hitched as he pinched the top of the delicate undies. The slow, torturous removal revved him to a dangerous state of being. His heart pounded frantically against his ribcage as he exposed her to the warm air of his van.
Should he leave them hooked at her knees or ankles to keep her somewhat tethered?
No, he wanted maximum mobility for maximum access.
So he pulled them all the way off and flung them behind him. He flicked a glance up to Tabitha, who was watching in heady anticipation as he grasped each of her knees and pushed them out and up. He lingered his eyes on hers until her thighs were spread wide and he had exquisite access to her sweetness.
“You still ok?” he asked.
She eyed his hair, likely a rumpled mess by this point, and he wondered if she was considering grabbing a handful in each fist to get the work done herself. Then she nodded and said, “Yes.”
He couldn’t bear to wait any more and lowered himself between her splayed legs. He didn’t have to touch or taste her to see that she was wet for him. The satisfying discovery that she was just as aroused as he was made his heart ache. He’d missed this woman. And he would finally, finally have her again.
Except that was the moment her phone rang.
Chapter thirty-two
Tabitha
Shecouldfeelhishot breath on her. Was tuned in to the press of his rough fingertips into the soft flesh of her thighs. It had been a lifetime since a man had been between her legs and she was about to combust with the anticipation of him finally getting that beard on her. Finally having an orgasm that didn’t come from her same old boring routine.
Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-lingggg.
The sharp chime of her phone shattered the hazy glass dome that shielded them from the rest of the world. Reality nagged at her, but she shooed it away.
“I’m going to put it on silent,” she assured Zac, who grinned and lowered between her legs once more. His lips played a trail up the inside of one thigh. She nearly ignored the phone completely but didn’t want the interruption to frighten away the mood.
Pulling the infernal device from her purse, she jolted upright just as his tongue swiped her clit.
Fuck!
