Kelly Jamieson - Dream Girl

His eyes gleamed, and his fingers tightened on hers. “You're a bad girl.” She laughed breathlessly. “You may need to be punished later."

Her tummy did a little flip of excitement, and she felt herself growing very warm and wet.

They shared some kind of dessert, but afterwards, Ashlyn couldn't even remember what it had tasted like. All she was aware of was Zach sitting across from her, his warm, dark eyes watching her so intently, his fingers stroking hers. Her body felt warm and sensitive, aware even of the flimsy fabric of the dress touching her skin. Her breasts especially were full and tender, her nipples hard, rising and falling with every breath she took.

She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and licked her lips as the waiter cleared their dessert plates and emptied the last of the wine into their glasses.

"I want to take you home,” Zach whispered, leaning forward, “and fuck you every way I can."

Ashlyn felt her cheeks burn and her womb clench at his words. She squirmed in her seat, so turned on she could hardly bear it. She ached between her legs. “Oh God,” she whispered and gulped her wine.

The waiter discreetly dropped off the small leather folder containing the bill. Without taking his eyes from her, Zach pulled his wallet out. He slipped a credit card into the folder.

"Aren't you even going to look at the bill?"

"What for? They're not going to try to rip us off."

"Zach. They could have made a mistake."

He gave a short laugh. “Okay, I guess I should. I'm not so good with money.” He quickly checked the bill, and then flipped the folder closed. “Luckily I have lots of it."

"I, on the other hand, am pretty good with money,” Ashlyn said, working on breathing through the overpowering lust she was experiencing. “I just don't have any."

Zach laughed.

When the credit-card receipt had been signed, they left the restaurant. “Let's go for a walk,” Zach said, leading her down the paved path to the beach. Ashlyn almost moaned.

They walked out on the pier, the night air soft and cool. A few shops were still open, their lighted windows glowing, and people strolled in and out of them. Zach held her hand in his big warm one. She was excruciatingly aware of his big body brushing against hers as they walked, and she ached to press her body against his.

"A whole week is too long,” Zach murmured, lifting her hand to his mouth. He kissed her knuckles, his tongue sliding hot and wet over her skin. She shivered in anticipation.

"Five days,” she corrected.

"Details,” he said dismissively.

They stopped at the end of the pier, looking out over the dark ocean, waves softly breaking far below them. Zach moved behind her and put his arms around her middle. Ashlyn sighed with pleasure, relaxing into his solid warmth.

"It's so nice,” she murmured. Zach kissed the side of her neck, and tingly quivers ran down her body. He sucked gently, and then slowly licked her skin. She moaned.

"I have plans for you tonight,” he growled. “For all the things I want to do to you."

Her legs almost gave out at his arousing words.

"Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me what you want to do to me."

"Mmm.” He kissed her again. “I already told you one thing. The rest you'll just have to wait and see."

"Oh, Zach."

She was melting there in his arms, bursting with feelings of love and desire.

God. Her mom was right. She was falling in love with Zach.

How could she have let things go this far? Yes, she was attracted to him. Irresistibly attracted. But love? Love had no place in her life. Men could never be trusted to be faithful and honest, so falling in love was just crazy. Stupid.

Except there it was.

Her eyes closed, her head falling back while his mouth made love to her neck, the realization of the extent of her feelings for Zach swept over Ashlyn like the waves breaking below them.

Tears came to her eyes at the cruel joke fate was playing on her. She'd vowed never to put herself in the position where a man could hurt her. And here she was, helplessly, hopelessly in love, knowing that she had in fact deceived him . And in the end, the betrayal would be hers.

Despair seeped through her, heavy and hopeless.

"C'mon,” Zach said roughly, suddenly. “Let's go home."

Smiling weakly, she hurried after him, a little wobbly in her spindly heels on the rough wooden pier; a little wobbly in her emotional state.

She pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to control her emotions.

The drive to Zach's home blurred into passing lights and shadows and breathless anticipation. They were barely inside the front door when Zach reached for her.

Suddenly, scrabbling footsteps and hot breath made Rocky's presence known, and he greeted them in the dark.

Laughing shakily, Ashlyn reached down to pet him while Zach got him a treat and turned on a light.

"Damn, Rocky, you know how to kill a mood."

As crumbs flew and Rocky crunched, Ashlyn wrapped herself around Zach's body. “Don't worry,” she said throatily, kissing his cheek. “I'm still in the mood."

He took her mouth in a hot, tongue-sliding kiss that went on and on. Ashlyn's insides melted into a pool of heat between her legs. She couldn't get close enough to him.

"Never mind what you want to do to me,” she said breathlessly, her fingers tugging the knot of his tie. “What I want to do to you!"

She yanked the tie off, eager and excited.

"Go for it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands on her waist. She tossed the tie aside and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. At the same time, she nuzzled his neck, inhaling the musky male scent of him. Unable to resist, she licked him. Damn, he tasted good.

She tugged his shirt out of his pants with quick, frantic movements and pushed it down over his shoulders. God, those big, muscular shoulders. He'd turned back the cuffs earlier, so now the shirt fell off his arms to the floor. Then she went to work on his pants.

"Ah ... Ash,” he choked out. “I know we're here alone now, but we could at least move in from the front door."

Ashlyn let out a little growl of frustration but allowed Zach to lead her into his living room.

"Let me,” he murmured, seeking and finding the zipper of her dress. He slowly drew it down, and then nudged the tiny straps off her shoulders. The filmy fabric caught on her full breasts. With one finger between her breasts, he tugged the dress, and it slithered down her body over her hips to puddle on the floor at her feet.

She had no bra on, just black panties and high heels. Her nipples tightened as he gazed almost worshipfully at her body. He reached out and palmed her nipples, brushing back and forth.

She leaned into his touch, watching his face as his lean cheeks flushed and his eyes darkened. He was so beautiful. She longed to touch him, to please him, to do whatever he wanted.

He bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, and pleasure shot through her to her womb, weakening her legs. She clutched his bare shoulders to keep from falling. She couldn't move, could barely breathe.

"I love your breasts,” he whispered against the tight nipple. “So much."

"That's good,” she managed to reply.

"Oh, yeah.” He sucked the other nipple while his hands cupped the soft flesh. He played like that for long, heated moments while Ashlyn grew frantically aroused.

"Please, Zach,” she cried. “I need to come."

He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming wickedly.

"Ah,” he said and slid a hand into her panties. “Yes, you do. You're wet.” She moaned again, and then gasped as his fingers slid slickly over her clit. Then he withdrew his hand, and she whimpered.