pressed a button to unlock the door. As soon as it opened, she said, “Dammit, Zach, you scared the crap out of me.”
Instead of apologizing, Zach slid into the passenger seat and said, “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Wait for what?”
“For this.” He pulled her toward him and put his mouth over hers.
Savannah ignored the dampness of the spilled coffee and the insistent voice telling her this wasn’t a good idea. With a groan of surrender, she melted into his arms. This was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. He tasted so incredibly wonderful—coffee, mint, and Zach. Weaving her fingers through his hair, she pulled him closer, opened her mouth to him, and let him take control.
Zach knew he could be making a huge mistake, but right now, he couldn’t think why. Ten-year-old memories and thousands of fantasies couldn’t compare to the reality of her taste, as addictive as any drug. He could spend a lifetime with his lips on hers.
Expecting her to pull away any minute, Zach took advantage of the time he had left. His hands roamed over her body, seeking and relearning all the secret places, silken sweetness, and inner fire. His heart thudded and his chest squeezed tight when instead of pulling away as he had feared, Savannah relaxed into him, accepting and needing.
His groan a combination of relief and thankfulness, Zach put all he had into the kiss. Every fantasy, every wakeful night, and every regret he had endured was pouring out like a gushing faucet. It might not change anything, but in this moment of sweetness, if this was the only chance she gave him, he intended to have all the things he had denied himself for so long.
As her tongue met and tangled with his, their hands roamed over each other, exploring all the delicious places they used to touch to drive each other crazy. Zach’s hands were beneath her blouse, finding the silky, soft skin he remembered. The firm flesh of her breasts was a welcome and beautiful weight against the palm of his hands.
Savannah’s hands roamed under his shirt, caressing his stomach, then delving into his jeans to clutch his ass in a tight squeeze. Zach groaned again. Much more of this and they’d be in serious trouble. Savannah’s little Mustang barely had enough room for him to sit, much less do all the things they wanted to do to each other.
Pulling away slightly, Zach whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
She stared up at him. Though the car was dark, moonlight gave him enough light to see her expression. The passion slowly faded from her eyes, revealing a morass of emotions. Had he really thought she would fall into his arms and into his bed that easily and quickly?
“Savannah … I know we need to talk. I just—”
She shook her head and pressed her fingers against his mouth. “Let’s go home, Zach.”
This was beyond crazy. Sanity would return any minute, Savannah was almost sure of it. But the minute Zach’s mouth touched hers, she had been lost. Every aching dream she’d had over the last decade couldn’t compare to that one delicious but much-too-brief kiss.
He was following behind her in his car. Would he be cooled down by the time they arrived at the house? She knew she wouldn’t. In fact, just thinking about that kiss kept her throbbing and wet. One touch from him and she would explode.
How irresponsibly she was acting wasn’t something she was allowing herself to think about. If she allowed rational thought at all, she knew she would never go through with this. Regrets and recriminations would come tomorrow. Tonight was theirs.
She parked in the drive and was about to open the car door when it opened for her. Taking her hand, he said, “Do you want to talk first?”
Startled, she looked up at him. He was giving her an out. An opportunity for their long-overdue discussion to take place. Could she make love to him without knowing the truth? Her mind whispered No, but the rest of her body said something else. Whatever Zach’s reasons were, he still wanted her. And stupid and foolish as she might feel tomorrow, she had wanted this for too long to back out now.
Taking chances had never been her thing. Impulsive and reckless were not her personality traits. But right now she wasn’t the too-serious and boring assistant district attorney. She was Savannah Wilde reborn and was going to make love to the man she’d given her heart and