Chapter Twelve

Zach did not understand the power of the Smolder…and Jenna wasn’t about to explain, since she was too busy getting the breath kissed out of her.

One question had been answered at least. He was a dive-right-in type. A possess-your-soul kisser. Once he decided he wanted something, he just went after it with the same single-minded intensity with which he did everything else. At the moment, he was using that drive to turn Jenna to mush. She was cool with that.

His arms tightened around her waist and slammed her against his hard body. His hand sifted through her hair as he turned her head to get just the right angle to deepen the kiss. His lips were demanding, sweeping over hers, demanding she give him everything the Smolder promised and more. That kiss was lethal. Intoxicating. And, she feared, could quickly become addictive.

A wolf whistle saved them from public indecency and another very bad decision.

Zach raised his head, and they turned to see that at least half the patrons at the bar were watching them. One guy held up his mug in salute. Several others clapped and yelled encouragement to Zach.

The waitress sauntered over with the check and a pizza box.

“Thought you might want that to go,” she said with a wink. “You two have been heating up the place since you walked in here.”

Jenna blinked, still a little dazed. Zach let go of her so fast, she almost fell. He took the box, handed the woman a few bills from his wallet, then took Jenna’s hand and led her out of the bar, the sound of catcalls and lewd suggestions following them.

Once they were out in the air on the sidewalk, her head cleared a little, and she stopped walking.

“Wait, Zach,” she said.

He stopped and turned to face her, looking not a lot more steady than she was.

“What happens now?”

“Nothing,” he said. “It was a mistake.”

“No. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you didn’t want the same thing I wanted.”

He let out a long breath. “I can’t do the relationship thing, Jenna.”

Jenna barked out a laugh. “Do you think that’s what I want after just breaking off my engagement? Maybe I just want sex. Hard, fast, rebound sex.”

Zach looked at her, puzzled.

“Stop staring at me like I’m a foreign species,” she said, suddenly angry. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to be happy.”

Screw. That. She got up in his face then. “What do you want right now? This instant?”

She could see him getting angrier. His jaw tensed, his eyes dark, boring into hers.

“You. I want you. On me, over me, wrapped around me.”

Oof. She’d pushed him past the nice guy routine. “Good,” she shot back. “Because that’s exactly what I want, too.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow morning,” Zach said, setting the pizza box down on a bench.

It squeezed her heart a little, his leaving. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to screw him stupid tonight. “We’ve got, like, ten hours to do all the things we’ve been thinking about doing to each other before you board that plane.”

“So this would be a fling.”

“Hell, yeah,” she said. “A big, fat rebound fling.”

He seemed to consider it for a moment, and Jenna knew she had him. Moving closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck again and got up on her tiptoes to whisper against his lips.

“So let’s go back to the resort, get a shower, and put the hump-hut to good use.” She kissed him then, feeling sexy and powerful. The hard-on pressing into her belly made it apparent that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Her Victoria’s Secret stash was going to get a workout after all. If they could wait long enough for Jenna to get to it.

He inhaled deeply and dived back into the kiss, right where he’d left off…totally possessing her, robbing her brain of any thoughts except how fast she could get Zach naked. He must have had the same thoughts because his hands roamed over the thin fabric of her sundress restlessly, like he resented the fabric even being there.

“Call an Uber,” Jenna said, while she could still think a little bit.

“In a minute.” He kissed her again, this time his hands going lower to cup her backside and lift her against him.

She gasped, not able to keep herself from grinding against him. “Zach,” she said. “We’re going to get arrested.”

He pulled back with a sigh and pulled out his phone. He tapped a few buttons. “Estimated time is five minutes.”

He grinned at her like a wolf, and with his dark hair and white teeth under the full moon, she could almost believe he was about to devour her in the very best way.

He tried to take her back into his arms, but Jenna held him at arms’ length. “I’d like to be wearing clothes when our ride gets there,” she said. “I mean, I get the whole voyeur thing, but I don’t want to end up on COPS or something.”

She backed up a few steps because if he was within reach she didn’t trust him. Or herself.

“Voyeurism?”

“You know, someone watching,”

“I know what voyeurism is,” he said, his eyes blazing. “I’m just imagining a video of you. Maybe stripping for the camera. Dancing like you did in the bar. Touching yourself.” His voice was low and sexy. And the idea of stripping for Zach was definitely something…yeah. Hot.

Jenna squeezed her things together. That dirty talk made her want to do it all, just for him. She hoped that Uber would hurry up so her mug shot didn’t end up in the paper.

Thankfully, the driver pulled up right then, and she made Zach sit on the far side of the Camry until they got back to the resort. It was the longest ten minutes of her life.

They practically sprinted down the dark path to their hut and barely made it inside before she was in Zach’s arms again, his lips on hers. He pushed her against the door, this time not shy at all about letting her feel his erection.

“This is going to be fast, Jenna. And hard, but I promise the next time, I—”

“Shut up and take off your pants,” she said, her teeth on edge. The anticipation had her clawing at the buttons of his polo. She shoved it over his head and ran her greedy hands over his chest roughly, leaning forward to bite lightly at his flat nipple.

She raised her head and kissed him again, one hand going to his fly. She heard the clink of his belt as it hit the floor with the rest of his pants and his underwear. By the time he’d fished a condom out of his wallet and rolled it on, Jenna’s dampened panties had joined the growing pile of discarded clothing. She practically ripped the dress over her head, leaving her nude except for her necklace. A heartbeat later, her legs were around his waist and he was pushing her against the door again.

His dick was hard and hot pressed against her belly, and she couldn’t wait a second longer for him to be inside her.

“Zach,” she pleaded against his lips. She dug fingers into his back and nipped his earlobe.

He groaned deeply, shifted her higher, and eased inside her slick channel.

She squeezed her eyes closed at the exquisite feeling of him stretching her, filling her up.

“Fuck, Jenna,” he growled in her ear. “You’re so hot. So tight.”

He pressed a line of hot, wet kisses down her throat as he began to move, and she was pretty sure her eyes rolled back into her head.

The heat of him, the way he filled her completely, the way he moved his hips, hitting all the right places. It was all too much.

She bit his shoulder, nipping at him. “Fuck, yeah. Bite me,” he said, increasing his speed. He pounded into her, bouncing her hard against the door. She did as he said and bit a little harder, moving her hips in awkward circles as her pulse raced through her veins and the tremor deep inside started to gain force.

“Harder,” she urged, and he obliged.

She hoped the door would hold up to the onslaught. But really, she didn’t care if the whole damn hut collapsed around them.

He took her mouth again in a punishing kiss, sucking at her lips, nipping them. Filling her mouth with his desperately thrusting tongue just as he was filling her body.

She just needed that one final… He shoved one hand between them and massaged her clit with his fingers.

“Zach,” she gasped, and heat flooded her in a rush that took her breath away. Pulses of pleasure racked her body.

“That’s it,” he said. “You’re so beautiful, Jenna. I knew you would be. I knew—”

He stiffened, thrusting once more, then buried his face in her shoulder as his body shuddered to its own release.

They stayed like that for long moment, both gasping for air, sweat coating their paint-splattered bodies and gluing them together.

Finally, Jenna raised her head, a little dizzy, and saw that she’d made a mark on his shoulder with her teeth. One on his neck, too.

She couldn’t help it. She giggled.

He raised his head, sweat beading his forehead and making his hair wet. “Something’s funny?” he asked, bracing a hand against the wall behind her.

“You have a hickey,” she said.

He smiled then and leaned in to kiss her. “Laugh now if you want. But paybacks are hell.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I might.” He kissed her almost sweetly, then, lingering over her bruised and swollen lips. “But right now, I need to sit down.”

“Agreed.” He set her back on her feet, and they sat right there on top of their discard clothing.

“I’m sorry that was so…”

“Rough?”

“Primal,” he said, pulling her closer. “Are you all right?”

Her body was practically quivering with happiness. “I think I’ll make it,” she said. “But I want a shower.”

“Yeah. Me, too.”

“It’s not big enough for both of us,” she said.

“We could flip for it.”

“You’re not wearing any pants,” she pointed out. “No quarters.”

“Right. Guess we’ll have to share, then.”

Zach got to his feet then hauled Jenna up, too. He kissed her, pulling their sweaty bodies together once more. When his hands wandered to her backside again, she pulled back. “Shower,” she reminded him.

“Yeah. In a minute.” He went back to kissing her for another long moment before they headed into the bathroom.

The shower was totally too small for two people.

“I’m going to write the hotel manager a strongly worded letter about this,” Zach said, trying to maneuver around her for the shampoo. “You’d think a bang box would have a big enough shower for two people.”

“Probably they try to discourage that sort of thing,” she said. “Liability.”

“With some hand rails and an anti-slip surface in the bottom, it might be acceptable.”

It was a shame they weren’t going to get to try shower sex. Jenna had always wondered about that.

“Stand still,” Zach said, squeezing shampoo in his hands. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp, and it felt amazing. Her back was pressed to his front in the small space, and she could tell it felt pretty amazing to him, too.

When her hair was clean, she soaped and washed his body. His chest, his legs, his tight round ass. All the places in between. Jenna teased and stroked him until he was breathing hard, bracing both hands on the opposite walls.

“We’re clean,” he said suddenly and turned off the tap. “Out. Now. Bed. Or whatever vertical surface is closest.”

Jenna giggled and ran out of the bathroom.

“I’m out of condoms,” he said, his face showing pain.

“On it,” she said and went to get the brand new box she’d packed in her makeup bag.

“I love a woman who’s prepared,” he said and tossed her on the bed, following her down.

“I do plan things, sometimes,” she said. “I’m just not as methodical as you.”

Zach grinned wickedly, moving down her body. “I’m going to show you how methodical I can be,” he said. His big, warm hands stroked down her damp thighs then back up the insides. “Starting…here.”

He settled between her legs, his broad shoulders forcing her to open wider.

Jenna felt his breath before his mouth, just a whisper, before he used his tongue and fingers and mouth in a very, very methodical way. When she was squirming under his touch and probably begging, he kissed the inside of each thigh then moved up to her breasts, taking his sweet time, kissing and kneading each one until she wanted to scream in frustration. It was nice, but not what she needed.

“Ow, that’s my hair,” he said, lifting his head and wearing a grin that said he wasn’t hurt at all.

“I need you,” she said. “Right now.”

“Demanding. I love it.”

He sat up on his knees and grabbed the box of condoms from the bedside table. She watched as he rolled another one on—why was that sexy? She didn’t know. But it totally was.

Jenna expected him to flop back down on top of her and drive them both to erotic oblivion again, but instead, he pulled her upright.

He hugged her tight against him and moved into a sitting position, her on his lap facing him.

She raised up enough to line things up properly then sank down, her eyes fluttering closed. Hell, yeah. Just as good the second time.

Jenna wrapped her ankles around his torso, and he kissed her deeply as he began to move.

“Lotus?” she asked, smiling. “Impressive.”

“Saw it in a book once,” he said against her lips. “I was interested in Indian literature. To get it full-on correct, you’d have to throw your legs over my shoulders, though.”

“Maybe later,” she said. “After I’ve done some hamstring stretches.”

“I read it for the illustrations,” he said, moving a little faster.

“I’ll bet you did.”

Their breath came faster. Suddenly, he rolled to his back, guiding her hips so that she was riding him. Penetration was deep like that. Almost to the edge of pain, given his size, but damn did it feel good.

“That’s it. Let go, Jenna. Take what you want.” He moved his hands to her breasts, letting her set the pace she needed. She braced her hands on his chest and leaned forward just a little, just to get exactly the right angle.

She rode him harder then, her eyes closed, totally focused on her pleasure, chasing her climax. She could feel Zach’s eyes on her, watching her, and she liked it. She sat up, cupping and cradling her own breasts, tweaking her nipples hard.

“Fuck, Jenna. You are killing me.”

His hands were at her hips again, and he thrust up into her harder and harder. Faster. She swiveled her hips, too, and slid her hand down to work her clit.

Two strokes later, Zach was coming hard, his fingers digging into Jenna’s hips. Seeing how much pleasure he was experiencing, his face tense, his cock hard, deep inside her, that pushed Jenna right over the edge, too.

She screamed his name as she came, completely letting loose, completely free. Completely…Jenna.

She collapsed on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her. With her ear pressed to his sweaty chest, she could hear his heart beating fast, and she stayed there until it slowed to a normal pace again, steady and even and strong.

Jenna dozed, though she wasn’t sure if it was for a few minutes or a few days. But she remembered Zach tucking her into bed and pulling up the covers. She heard him get up and go to the bathroom before sending a text, plugging in his phone, and rejoining her in bed. As she drifted off to sleep with his body wrapped around hers, all she could think about was that it was too bad this was just for one night.

But as it turned out, it wasn’t just the night, it was twice in the morning, too. So by the time Jenna was ready to crawl out of bed and start the day, it was lunchtime, and she felt both exhausted and exhilarated.

“I have to say,” she said, stepping out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, “you have potential.”

He had gotten out of bed and showered before her and was already dressed in the pair of khaki shorts that seemed to have become his resort uniform. He was lounging on the couch, shirtless, watching sports highlights on TV. Thoughts of crawling back into bed with him for a few more hours became very, very appealing.

“So you’ve said before. I need food,” he said, simply, seeming to read her thoughts. “No more sex until I consume enough calories to regain my stamina. You’re cut off.”

“So you’re turning me down?” Jenna sauntered over to the sofa, stopping between him and the television. She untucked the towel slowly and dropped it to the floor, her gaze trained on him the whole time.

The remote clattered to the floor as Zach pulled her to the couch, rolling on top of her in the blink of an eye.

She giggled. “I thought I was cut off?” she asked as he shoved his shorts down and settled between her thighs.

“You are,” he said and kissed her. “Totally. Any second now.”

Jenna let the sensation of his kiss and his body carry her away once again. Never had she been so insatiable in bed; never had she felt so confident, so sexy. Never had the way a man looked at her, with such raw need written in his features, made her feel so powerful. Zach did that to her. Or maybe they did that together.

When they finally made it out of the cabin, fully dressed, holding hands, seemingly unable to stop touching each other, Jenna’s empty stomach was rumbling, too. They never had gotten around to eating dinner last night, and Zach was right—they had expended a lot of calories over the last fourteen hours or so.

It was well after lunchtime, and there was some sort of group activity going on in the main dinning room.

“Is lunch still being served?” Zach asked the hostess at the door.

“Of course,” she said, grabbing two menus. “But if you’re going to eat in the main dinning room, you’ll have to participate in the bingo game just getting ready to start.” She handed them a bingo card printed on bright pink paper.

“Fine,” Zach said, taking the card.

They followed the hostess to a small table near the back of the room and settled in. The room was packed with couples, all giggling over the bingo cards.

Jenna picked up their card and blinked then felt her face flush.

“I was too hungry to argue about participating in a group activity,” Zach said, examining the menu. “I haven’t played bingo in years, not since Santa gave my brother a bingo game for Christmas and we were all forced to play. For hours. It was torture.”

“This ain’t your mama’s bingo,” Jenna said. “Unless she works in the adult film industry.”

Zach took the card from her. “On the beach,” he read. “In a boat. In the shower.” At that, he got a grin on his face and looked at Jenna. She knew exactly what he was remembering.

“I think these are sex locations,” she said. “But on a washing machine?”

Zach looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yeah, I could see that.”

There were some squares with silhouettes of people enjoying themselves in different positions, too.

“Hmmm. That one looks familiar,” Zach said, pointing to one.

“Five more minutes, lovers, and then we start. Get your bingo chips ready,” an overly animated woman said over a portable PA system from the front of the room. Some tables had been pushed aside to make room for a bingo board and two bingo ball cages.

Jenna rolled her eyes and set the card aside. “No thanks,” she said under her breath.

“Chicken,” he asked, a naughty glint in his eye.

“Not a chance,” Jenna said. “I just don’t want to play.” She studied the menu intently, trying to ignore the sexy man across the table from her, who was at that very moment imagining doing her on a washing machine. How would that even be possible?

“It’s okay.” He set down the card and picked up the menu. “I get it.”

“What do you get?”

“That. You. Are. A. Chicken.”

“Is this some sort of dare?”

“Maybe.”

“I just don’t care to share my sexual history with a roomful of strangers,” she said. “But fine. If you want to play, I’ll play.” She didn’t even know the rules, but she was not going to let him win. “Prepare to lose.”

“We’re on the same team,” he pointed out.

“Still…”

They ordered sandwiches and drinks with an extra large order of fries to share, and then the activity leader got everyone’s attention and explained the rules.

“What you have in front of you is a typical bingo board with the letters B, I, N, G, and O along the top. But you’ll notice along the left side, there are numbers one through five. I’ll pull a number and a letter out of the two cages. You find the corresponding spot on the board, and if you have gotten lucky in that location or that position, you put a small chip on it. If you’ve accomplished the feat while here on your honeymoon, put a big chip on it. To win, you need ten chips of any size or five large ones.”

“Does it have to be with your current partner?” someone shouted out.

“No,” the leader replied. “It can be current or past relationships.”

“Awkward,” Jenna said. “But I suppose most of the couples here have known each other longer than you and I have. They probably already know each others’ secrets and have had a lot more, uh, opportunity for the larger chips.”

“We’ll have to rely on individual contributions, then,” he said. “I hope your college years were…educational.”

“I’ll never tell,” she said, throwing him a saucy grin. But the truth was her college years had been pretty dull compared to what the makers of the bingo cards had come up with. Some of those positions looked anatomically improbable, if not impossible.

“Here we go,” the leader chirped. “Honor system, everybody!”

Zach moved his chair so that he was sitting next to Jenna instead of across from her and put an arm around the back of her chair, resting it on her shoulders.

He smelled good. Like shower gel and hot, sexy man.

“B-3,” the woman called out.

“Shower,” Zach said. “Off to an excellent start.” He placed a big chip on that square.

“We didn’t actually have sex in the shower,” Jenna pointed out.

“But we would have. If the showers had been bigger. Foreplay definitely happened in there.”

“True.”

“I-2,” the leader called.

It was one of the silhouettes. “There is not enough yoga in the universe to make me that limber,” Jenna said.

“I’d be willing to give it a shot,” Zach said. “I can stand on one foot for quite a while if properly motivated.”

“O-1.”

“At the office,” Jenna read. “Negative for me. You?”

“Nope.”

Jenna smiled, relieved to know that Zach wasn’t the chase-the-secretary-around-the-desk type. But she already knew that.

The game went on, and eventually a couple near the front yelled, “Bingo!”

Jenna and Zach’s card only had four chips total.

“That’s just sad,” Jenna said.

“I take it as a personal challenge,” Zach said, dumping the chips back onto the table. He folded the paper. “I’m keeping this for further review,” he said with a grin. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“Well, that depends on you,” Jenna said. “What time do you need to get going?”

His smile faded for a moment, almost as if he’d forgotten his plan was to hop on his private jet and head back home this morning.

“I can wait a little longer. But you can tell me to get lost if you want to. No hard feelings.”

Jenna felt suddenly lighter. She had been dreading his departure, she realized. Dreaded being alone with her thoughts about the mess her life was and how to go forward. And Zach was being such a great friend. Well, friend with benefits now, she clarified. And she was willing to enjoy those benefits for a few more hours.

“Well, there are twenty-five bingo squares,” she said. “And I know how you like to check things off.”

His smile was large and full of straight, white teeth. “I’ll do my solemn best,” he said.

That perked up her sleepy, worn-out girl parts in a hurry.

“In that case, I have a great idea for an anti to the photos on the beach thing I had planned.”

“Great! What is it?”

“You know, I think I’m going to surprise you with this one.”