They discovered each other’s bodies with careful urgency, every touch illuminated by the torrent of color rippling against a backdrop of stars. As if knowing what her body craved, Zach slipped his hand down and stroked her warm, slick skin. The sensation was incredible, and she found herself nearly sobbing as the pressure built. Over and over, Zach coaxed with soft persistence until the first wave of pleasure crashed over her and rolled through to her toes.
Before Savannah could recover, he left her briefly to slide on the condom. In an instant, and with one long, languid motion, Zach embedded himself into her. He stretched her, filled her, and she gasped with the pleasure of it. It had been so long. It had never been like this before.
Savannah purred and Zach grabbed her hips, pulling her tight against him. Creating a soulful rhythm, he demanded, “Again. This time … with me.”
She could only whimper a faint response, unsure of the possibility. Yet the stirring beckoned again, low and deep within her. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, treasuring every part of her despite the quickened tempo of his thrusts.
A multitude of fireworks soon traveled up to burst into a fiery display of color and spark amidst the night sky. The sounds boomed, one upon another, stronger and faster. As the expected and climactic ending of a fireworks show exploded above her, Savannah couldn’t separate what occurred above and upon the earth.
Her body clenched around Zach’s, and as he called out her name in a hoarse cry, Savannah shattered and saw fireworks that had nothing to do with those painting the sky.
Zach collapsed atop her, his weight heavy as one of the mountains that ringed the valley. When she gasped for a breath, he immediately rolled off onto his side, came up onto his elbow, and settled his open mouth against hers in a kiss like none other. Strong and deep and thrillingly possessive, it further weakened Savannah from blood to bone.
“That was spectacular,” he said huskily. “Thank you.”
Then he kissed her once more, this time sweetly.
Sudden, unexpected tears flooded Savannah’s eyes. She blinked them away. “Thank you. I’ve never … not like that. It’s never happened that way to me before.”
“Well, then.” He gently touched her cheek and gave her a sated, satisfied smile. “I’m glad that was mine.”
He lay on his back and pulled her close, one arm around her waist, the other pillowing his head. She rested her head on his bare chest, where a dusting of hair tickled her nose. Staring up at a star-filled sky, Savannah observed, “Guess the fireworks are over.”
“It’s just intermission.” His hand skimmed down and gave her rump a playful little pinch. “After all, you brought a whole box.”
FIFTEEN
Zach drifted toward wakefulness through a hazy cloud of sensation. He felt good, real good. Warm and relaxed and—oh, yeah. Savannah. He had the Georgia peach herself clinging to him like a vine. A very soft, sweet, sexy vine. He turned his head and nuzzled her neck. She smelled like heaven. It was a similar but different scent from the one that had drawn him the night of her open house. She’d added a little something extra to this recipe, and man oh man, did it do it for him.
Everything about her did it for him.
She’d been shy in bed to begin with, her inexperience endearing. On top of all his other sins, the rat bastard who betrayed her obviously had been a selfish lover. Just as soon as tourist season was over and he had more than two minutes to spare, Zach was going to do some snooping around where he was concerned.
Unable to resist the temptation, he skimmed his hand over the soft, naked curve of her hip. She stirred. He opened his eyes, found the clock, and considered. It would have to be quick—he didn’t have time to give her more—and this early in their relationship he didn’t want Savannah feeling used.
She stretched like a cat against him. “Mmm. What time is it?”
“Quarter after eight.”
“We slept late.”
“We were up late.”
She rolled toward him and his morning erection brushed her belly. Her eyes still closed, she smiled. “Do you never stop?”
“Not when I have a gorgeous Georgia peach in my bed, no. Unfortunately, I don’t have more than five minutes to spare. I have to be at work at nine.”
Now her eyes flew open wide, her smile went impishly wicked, and she rolled on