And now someone else was ringingHe sat up very carefully, and then stayed there, head spinning. Hed never been injured on the job before and wasnt quite sure how it had happened. He remembered nearly getting outside the burning building, but that was all until hed woken up to a headache from hell and Aidan pulling his sorry ass out of the fire just before it ate them both alive.
He knew the dangers of his job. Hell, he knew the dangers of life, but that reality hadnt hit him since his parents had died.
It hit him now. He could have died.
Morbid thought, but he was a realist. If hed died, life would go on. People would mourn, sure, but no ones basic existence would change with his passing, and that meant facing something uncomfortable-he hadnt made much of a dent.
After his parents death, hed just gone along, minding his business, working hard, playing even harder, and that had always been enough for him, because why go for more when life was so damn short? Hed always looked at his colleagues, the ones whod tied themselves down with marriages and kids, and had been thankful it wasnt him.
But now he couldnt help but wonder if hed missed out on something that hed never fathomed.
The doorbell rang again.
Coming! he called out, then instantly regretted it because that hurt. Note to self: dont yell. Getting out of bed wasnt too much of a problem, but remaining upright proved to be. It turned out his head didnt feel quite attached, and he brought up his uncasted wrist to hold it in place as he made his way to the door like someone on a three-day drunk. He managed to unlock it, then sagged back against the wall, weary to his bones of the jackhammer going off inside his skull. Everything hurt-his wrist, the burns on his left shoulder, arm and chest
The door creaked open. Zach?
Ah, he knew that voice. He knew what it sounded like when she was in the throes of an orgasm, panting, sobbing for breath. He knew what it sounded like when she was slowly drifting back to him, and his name rolled off her tongue as if maybe, just maybe, he were the best shed ever had.
At the sight of him, she let out a little gasp. Zach, you shouldnt be up.
You rang.
Oh, God. Im sorry. And then her hands were on his waist, gently pulling him away from the wall so she could slip her shoulder beneath his good one and wrap an arm around him, supporting his weight. Okay? she asked.
He slung his arm around her and smiled into her face. Okay. She was wearing a tank top and capris, looking as if she was learning to fit into the beach world after all. Her hair had been pulled back as usual, neat and tidy as could be, so he tugged on her ponytail, just enough to have some strands slipping free. There, he said. A little messy. I like you that way best.
Bed, she said firmly.
I thought youd never ask.
She gave him a look. What do they have you on?
Good stuff.
Sounds like it. One arm was firmly around him, the other hand low on his abs. He wouldnt have thought it possible, but she was actually completely supporting him, even though he was a foot taller and probably had seventy pounds on her.
As hed always known, the little city girl was a helluva lot tougher than she looked.
At the top of the stairs, she kept moving to his bedroom. He was just dizzy and shaken enough to let her put him to bed, although he did attempt to pull her down with him. You need liquids, she said. Water? Tea?
A kiss.
Both, she decided, and vanished.
Uptight, stubborn as a mule, know-it-all, anal woman.
When she came back and set a tray on his nightstand, he struggled to open his eyes, surprised to find even that took effort. Im cold, he said. Possibly hypothermic.
Ill get you a blanket.
Youre supposed to offer to strip down and press your heated body to mine. Its in all the movies. The girl always strips.
Zach. With her hands on her hips, and her hair suitably messed up thanks to his doing, Brooke looked so pretty and sexy he couldnt think straight.
And she had no idea. No idea at all that she messed with his head just by being. You really should be out by now, he said, bemused.
Im not leaving you alone.
I meant out of my head. He closed his eyes. I cant get you out of my damn head.
What if shed gotten hurt today? What if shed died? At the thought, his throat closed up. Just refused to suck air into his lungs, because apparently hed screwed up and let himself care. If something ever happened to her
Hed never put words to his biggest fear before, but he was doing so now. And he didnt like it. Not at all.
Zach. Softly, gently, she cupped his face. Youre in my head, too. Way too much.
He hadnt planned to go there-had, in fact, never planned to go there again. His parents dying had nearly been the end of him. Its the drugs for me. He closed his eyes. Whats your excuse?
She was quiet a moment. Maybe youve proven irresistible.
He tried to laugh, but that hurt, so he sobered up quickly. If itd been you
But it wasnt. Im fine. She stretched out next to him on his bed and gently pressed her body to his aching one, easing his pain with no effort at all.
With a sigh, he pulled her closer, holding her tight, tucking her head beneath his chin, wondering how it was that suddenly, with her here in his arms, everything felt all right.
Are you really okay? she whispered. Pulling back, she looked up into his face. Her eyes were bright, and warm, and so open Zach could see into her soul.
Was he okay? He didnt feel it. Things had gotten a little crazy in that fire-maybe it was just residual adrenaline making him need her so. If I said Im not okay, what would you do?
Her fingers drifted over his chest in a touch he knew she meant to be soothing, but was actually having an entirely different effect. Id do everything in my power to make you comfortable.
Then, no. He went to shake his head, but the pain stopped him cold. Definitely not okay.
Tell me what hurts.
He looked deep into her eyes and saw so much. So much that he had to close his own.
Coward. Yeah, despite the tough-guy image his job gave him, he was a coward. At least he knew it, knew his limitations, knew that loving her, loving anyone, was something he couldnt do. What hurts? He stayed very still. Everything hurts like hell.
He looked deep into her eyes and saw so much. So much that he had to close his own.
Coward. Yeah, despite the tough-guy image his job gave him, he was a coward. At least he knew it, knew his limitations, knew that loving her, loving anyone, was something he couldnt do. What hurts? He stayed very still. Everything hurts like hell.
Leaning over him, she very carefully kissed his jaw beneath a bruise. Does that help?
Yeah, he decided. Yeah, definitely.
How about here She kissed him again, closer to his ear this time, making his breath catch.
Uh-huh.
Maybe I should kiss all your hurts.
Okay.
Tell me where, she murmured.
Here. He pointed to his throat.
Nodding somberly but with a hint of humor in her beautiful eyes, she obediently kissed his throat, slowly, hotly, with a touch of tongue that shot all the blood in his head to his groin in zero point four.
Where else? she asked against his skin, her hand slipping down his side, then back up again, lifting his T-shirt as she went. Here? She kissed him over the bandage on his left shoulder and part of his chest, and then the other side, where there were no bandages, just skin, and he felt his heart leap. Zach?
Yeah, there- He broke off on a shaky breath when she licked his nipple and then began a trail of hot, wet, openmouthed kisses down his torso, southbound.
Maybe here, too? She was at his abs now, her fingers toying with the string tie of his sweats. She stopped to glance up at him with an expression that said there was nowhere on earth shed rather be than right here licking him.
He could come from just looking at her. Everywhere, he said hoarsely, and felt her yank on the tie and slip her hand inside, beneath the material, wrapping those magic fingers around him. God, Brooke.
Shh. She worked his sweats down. Im healing you here. Her lips hovered over him and he held his breath, which came out in a rush when she kissed him.
And then drew him gently into her mouth. He lost himself for a while after that, but managed to tug her up before he exploded. Skin to skin, he whispered, and with an eager smile, she pulled off her clothes, and then with such slow care that he was aching by the end of it, she removed the rest of his, as well, before raiding his nightstand for a condom. Shaking with need, he pulled her down over the tip of him and kissed her as she spread her legs, straddling his, and brought him home.
Sensations swamped him, but then she began to move so that he slid in and out of her, in and out, and he lost his breath again. Time drifted away, his entire world shrinking down to the feel of her surrounding him, milking him, and he had to fight the inclination of his own body to let go and fly.
Are you hurting? she murmured, her mouth on his jaw, her hands-just her hands had him letting out a groan of agonized pleasure. Zach? She stilled. Am I hurting you?
Killing me. He swept his one good hand down her back to grip her sweet, sweet ass, loving the way she panted his name softly in his ear. Slipping his fingers in her silky wet heat, he stroked and teased, doing his damnedest to bring her up to speed to where he was, which was standing on the edge, teetering, so desperate for the plunge he shook with it.
Zach-
Unable to help it, he thrust up into her. She was letting out soft whimpers with every breath, assuring him she was as turned on as he.
Zach, Im going to-
Do it. Come, he murmured against her mouth. I want to feel you.
And she did. She came completely undone for him, on him, her unbound hair in his face, her fingers tightening painfully in his hair. She was breathless, crying out, and he was gasping as her tightening thighs and the slow grind of her hips set off his own climax. He followed her over, swamped with a tidal wave of unnamed emotion as he poured himself into her.
A whisper, then a low male laugh broke through Brookes subconscious, and then it all came back to her. Going to Zachs house, him answering the door, her taking in all that rumpled, surfer-boy glory.