brow against his chest. Zach slid his arms around her, his head pressed against the curve of her neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath drifting over her skin and he had one hand stroking absently up and down her spine, like he just had to be touching her. Stroking, kissing, something.
It was driving her out of her mind with want for him.
“You’re one hell of a wake-up call,” she said softly.
“If you ever want to keep me on service permanently, let me know,” he whispered. “I can tuck myself into your bed and I’ll give you a personalized wake-up call whenever you want.”
She shivered a little at the thought. Thinking about waking up to Zach was an oddly intriguing and terrifying thought.
“You ready for some coffee? Breakfast?” He kissed her neck once more and then lifted his head to look down at her, pushing her hair back from her face.
“In a minute.” She eased away from him. “Bathroom.”
She locked herself inside and even though it felt like her bladder was about to explode, even though she wanted to wash her face, brush her teeth, and just get out there and see him, she took a minute and leaned back against the door, eyes closed.
Zach.
What in the hell . . .
She’d wanted a torrid affair. No denying that.
She’d wanted something memorable, she thought. That was what she’d told Marin.
I want somebody who’ll make my heart stop, and then make it race all over again. I want somebody who’ll make me remember every damn second we were together, and not just the moment we were in bed. I want something to remember . . .
There was no way she’d be forgetting any of this.
The only problem was that she was starting to wonder if any other guy would ever live up to this. Her lips still buzzed, still burned from the heat of his kiss. Pressing the tips of her fingers to them, she realized she already knew the answer.
One week with Zach. That was all she’d had, really. One week. And they’d spent one night together and she already knew every guy after this was going to come up short.
Yet there was no way she could see herself regretting any of this.
Shoving away from the wall, she quickly used the restroom, washed her hands and face. Once she’d done that, she dug out her toothbrush and toothpaste, brushing her teeth. She lingered in front of the mirror, finger-combing her disheveled hair but there was only so much she could do without a shower.
And she wasn’t leaving Zach out there with her breakfast too much longer. He was one hell of a guy, but he’d drink all the coffee and eat most of the bacon.
As she opened the door, she saw him laying back on the table, munching his way through a thick-sliced, crispy piece and she narrowed her eyes at him. “There better still be some for me.”
He patted the bed next to him. “I made plenty.” Then he winked at her. “But if you want it, you have to come join me so I can feed you.”
She settled next to him, sitting up with her legs folded. Zach pushed up onto his elbow, his gaze zeroing down and locking on her lap. “That’s a picture,” he said gruffly. “Fuck breakfast . . . I think I want—”
As he went to sit up, she planted her hands into the middle of his chest and shoved him back. “I want breakfast.” She eyed the tray for a second and then looked at him. “Are you feeding me, like you said, or is your brain already in your pants?”
“Men are like dinosaurs, sugar. We have two brains, completely independent of each other and capable of separate thought.” He sighed and sat up, moving around until he could grab the tray.
“Dinosaurs . . .” She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I don’t think dinosaurs have separate brains. That’s earthworms, right?”
“Hey, there’s the stegosaurus. Some scientists thought they had two brains.” He shrugged and moved around until he had her settled up against him. “But that’s not the point. I can feed you and still carry on a conversation while my dick is yelling at me to pull that sweatshirt off of you and get you under me again. Which I plan to do very shortly.”
Her breath hitched in her chest and she tried to remember how to breathe.