Sorrell leaned over Zack to get a little closer to Scott’s face that still loomed into the car.
“Scott,” she said quietly.
“Yes,” Scott said, wriggling his eyebrows. “What can I do for you?”
“You can move so Zack can put up the window and we can leave. I have things to do. Like your brother.”
Zack wasn’t sure who was more shocked, him or Scott. The effect of her words, the surprise they caused, was like a magic cloth that wiped the smile off Scott’s face.
“I’ll let you go do my brother, then,” he said and backed away.
Sorrell’s smile became a smirk. “You want to get back to mine and we can carry on doing what we were doing before he interrupted.”
Zack said nothing. He just pressed the accelerator and headed off.
Chapter 20
There was one lone light on in her cottage which stood in darkness, no light to reflect off the snow as the moon was sheathed in cloud. The only sound was their feet puncturing the freezing snow, even the barn owl having hidden away, its dinner currently on ice.
Zack stood behind her, his arms around her waist, shielding her back as she rummaged through her bag for her keys.
“You didn’t save a set?” she murmured. “It’d be so handy right now if you had a spare key in your pocket.”
“You nearly murdered me when you thought I’d kept a key last time,” Zack said as she eventually pulled out a massive bunch of keys with a huge pompom attached. They were probably going to get hypothermia while she worked out which key it was.
“Are you holding on to me because you’re cold or are you trying to be a gentleman and keep me warm?” she said, her voice containing something akin to melted chocolate and whisky.
“Honey, what I’m planning on doing to you tonight won’t be anything gentleman-like,” Zack whispered in her ear.
He felt her press back against him as she inserted what he hoped was the right key in the lock. Her shoulders visibly tensed and he realized she was nervous, worried maybe.
The door opened and he ushered her through, closing it behind them, removing his touch from her. He studied her for a moment as she removed her scarf and coat, the sole light catching on her hair and making it glimmer. He’d never seen someone with such silky hair. She’d told him she’d been picked on at school for having red hair, but then as she’d gotten older it had gone darker, to the sort of colour that most people dreamed of. He couldn’t imagine hair he wanted to thread his fingers through more, to watch her expression as he wrapped it round his hand and made her scream his name.
“You’re looking at me like I’m chocolate,” she said, shaking her hair over her shoulders.
“You taste better than chocolate,” he said. “I remember.”
Her cheeks reddened, and not from the sudden change from the cold to the warm inside, and her lips curved upwards in a slow, knowing smile.
Zack took off his coat and hung it up. Sorrell leaned against the wall, watching him. She was nervous, he could tell, and unsure. He covered the few feet between them in three strides and pulled her gently into his hold.
“I can have a coffee and go home,” he said quietly, as if there was anyone to overhear what he was saying. “Or I can stay and we just talk…”
Her hands moved over his sweater, over his chest and then to his face where she gently pressed her fingers against his jaw, directing his gaze so he looked her in the eye.
“It should’ve been my wedding day,” she said. “I’m so glad it wasn’t.”
Then Sorrell moved her lips to his and kissed him so softly he wasn’t sure it was real. As she moved back, he shifted his hold, pushing one hand through the back of her hair and gently encouraging her lips back to his.
This time the kiss was deeper, longer. It hunted for something he hadn’t identified and didn’t know was missing before. Her mouth opened for him and as the kiss became more demanding their hands began to wander, crossing covered territories and searching for skin.
Somewhere between the hallway and her bedroom he lost his sweater and the T-shirt underneath. Her top was discarded along with her bra and he only made it to her bedroom door before his lips and teeth tracked down the soft, delicate skin of her neck to her tits, taking one puckered nipple into his mouth and sucking softly before moving to the other, crouching before her.
Nails dug into his scalp and he heard her whimper over the sound of his own heartbeat. The urge to hurry was insistent and he pulled himself back from lifting her over his shoulder and depositing her onto the bed. Instead, he undid the zip on her jeans, pulling them down like they were a second skin and exposing the pale, creamy flesh of her legs.
He looked up at her, wanting her to see the needful expression on his face, the one that he hoped would tell her how much of a twat her ex had been to lose a woman like her and how his loss was Zack’s gain.
Sorrell’s eyes were hooded and heavy, her lips slightly parted and her hands were still in his hair. Zack gave her a wicked smile then pulled the pink panties she was wearing down enough so that she was exposed to him. She was musky and sweet, his new favourite perfume and the mewl she made when he flicked his tongue against her clit was his new favourite sound.
