Then she put her hands up on his shoulders and pulled herself up to meet his lips with hers.
She tasted of the wine she’d drunk and the sweetness of the cake she’d eaten. Her mouth was soft against his but there was still demand. She wanted and she took and he felt himself being pulled into her like a boat into a storm.
The kiss ended; his hands had crept up her sides, under the sweater she wore, to the sides of her breasts. Zack wasn’t sure how they’d stopped or why, but he was looking into the moss green eyes and seeing a world he’d never contemplated.
“Do you want to stay?” she said. Her words were unsure, tentative.
He shifted his hands to cup her breasts, feeling their fullness and weight in his hands. Her bra was lacy beneath his fingers, her nipples hardening under his touch. His body had already reacted and he knew she’d be aware of it, his cock hard against her stomach.
“Yes. But I don’t think I should yet,” he said.
“Okay?” Her word was a question, unsure why he was turning her down.
“You’re not a one night, Sorrell. And you’re still working out whether you’re over your dickhead of an ex. Let me take you out and not just to bed,” he said, licking his lips, finding his mouth dry. “Give me a chance to be more than just a one-night stand.”
She looked up at him, moss green eyes darker than he’d ever seen. “Why?”
“Because you’re more than that,” he said. “You’re more than me just fucking you in your bed and a few orgasms. I want to be more than just your rebound, Sorrell. Let me have that chance.”
Her grip was tight on his arms and he tensed his biceps purposely, bringing a smile to her swollen lips. “I’m not sure I’m ready,” she said. “I don’t know…”
“Then I’ll let you call me,” he said. “Think about it. And then I’ll plan a date.”
She gave a small nod and took a sharp inhalation. “What if I want to plan one?”
“You can do the second.”
“You’re confident.”
“I have reason to be.”
She was quiet, regarding him seriously. Then she pressed her mouth to his and he swore his balls turned a darker shade of blue.
This time, she was in control, her tongue probing, her mouth demanding. He let her have her way for all of ten seconds before nipping her lip and taking over, one hand on her ass, the other cupping her breast, pinching her nipple through the lace.
Their lips pulled apart, bodies still close. “What night can you do?” he said. “When can I take you out in town?”
She laughed, holding his eyes with hers. “I have guests every night this week, but maybe for dinner one evening? Can I text you with when will work?”
He nodded. “You’re a bed and breakfast at the moment. I’m just glad there’s no evening meal. Otherwise I’d have to book a room to see you.”
She lowered her head down so she could press her forehead just under his chin, making him feel ten feet tall and like some kind of hero. Her kind of hero, he hoped.
“There will be time,” she said and he heard the steel in her voice. “I’m a planner and I have staff lined up. Let me text you about something later in the week. Gwensi’s here at the weekend though.”
“I’d like to meet her.” And this time he heard the steel in his tone.
Sorrell nodded. “I’ll plan a night out. Saturday’s quieter at the moment and Abby’s doing a shift for me on reception, so I think we’re going to go out in Severton. She wants to meet the locals.”
Zack smiled, holding her as close as he could, his dick throbbing. “Scott’s band is playing at his bar on Saturday. You should come to that.”
“I’ll try. But maybe we can see each other before then. Even if it’s just for a quick dinner,” she said.
He felt a wave of relief collide with him; a battle won. “Then we have a plan. I’ll take you out on an evening that’s good for you.”
“What about your shifts?” Her eyes were wide, concerned.
“Sorrell, I’m manager and this will be one of the first times I’ll use my position to make sure I can do something important.”
