When Bailey opened the door and saw Zack standing there, the outdoor light shining on him, the blue shirt he now wore the exact color of his eyes, for a moment, she simply could not breathe. Her pulse ratcheted up so much she was sure she could hear it pounding in her head. She was afraid she'd actually lick her lips.Big mistake, Bailey. The last thing you need is to be alone with him."Okay if I come in?" he teased."Oh. Of course. Yes." Idiot.She opened the door wider and stepped back to let him inside. He stopped right in front of her and dipped his head, inhaling."Still wearing the same scent of jasmine that always knocked me out.""I can't believe you remember it after all this time."He cupped her chin and tilted her face up so he could look directly into her eyes."There's not a damn thing I've forgotten about you, Bailey. Not one single thing." He dropped his hand and looked around the living room. "Quite a place, this resort. Must have cost them a bundle to build."
"Well, what do you expect when you didn't take it seriously enough to tell me something this enormously important?"She had to remember this was the hurt talking."I was thinking of you." She twisted the wine glass. "You had this wonderful opportunity to do the thing you loved more than anything in the world, and I knew you had to focus on just that. A wife would have been a distraction to you.""A wife would have been wonderful to come home to after every flight. Especially if that wife was you. And who said I loved it more than anything in the world? More than you?"Bailey distracted herself with another sip of wine and tried to deflect the conversation. "Are you telling me that, in all these years, you never met someone else you wanted to marry? Not one single person?"He leaned forward. "I told you that on the beach. You were it for me, Bailey. No one else ever came close. You have no idea how insane I was when I couldn't get in touch with you. Especially when I couldn't even
It was still there, the magic she'd never felt with anyone else. Not that she'd tried to, of course. Whenever she looked at another man, all she ever saw was Zack-his masculine body, his square-jawed face, the dark curly hair, and blue eyes the color of the morning sky. The curve of his lips when he smiled.Oh god!The walls of her sex throbbed, and she knew her panties had to be soaked, just from this contact. She pressed herself against him as hard as she could, every nerve and particle throbbing with hunger for him, a hunger that had never faded in all these years. Someone moaned softly. And she didn't know which one of them it was.How had she ever thought she could walk away from him, shut him out of her life, and never want to be with him again? He owned her heart, and it was time she admitted it to herself. She realized she'd done a terrible thing, something she'd have to finally admit to him. But not right now.She broke the kiss but not his hold on her. "I-I thought we wer
"Gorgeous. Still totally gorgeous.""I'm a lot older." She swallowed. "The body's not quite the same.""It's still beautiful to me." He stroked his palms down her hips and over her tummy. "It will always be beautiful to me, no matter how old you get."She swallowed and closed her eyes, not sure she wanted to see his reaction as he took in every inch of her skin, every dip and swell and curve. When he didn't move his hands again or say anything, she forced herself to open her eyes and look at him. The mixture of acute hunger, desire, and lust she saw burning there nearly did her in."Gorgeous," he repeated again then dropped to his knees. "A taste. I have to have a taste."He nudged her thighs apart, coasting his thumbs gently over her skin before pressing his mouth to her core, panties and all. He stroked the length of her with his hot tongue, pressing the flimsy fabric into her heated, wet flesh. She balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into muscles h
Zack had decided not to eat dinner at the resort. He'd ended up at a friendly Mexican restaurant called South of the Border-which the bartender told him locals referred to as SOB. The food was unexpectedly good, and, by eating at the bar, he was able to soak up a lot about the area. The chatty bartender apparently loved to gossip, and Zack was more than eager to listen to everything he had to say. Everything he learned helped him flesh out the picture of Bailey as she was today. Where she worked, where she played, ate, hung out.Last night had been incredible. Better than he remembered. Maybe because they were older, took their time with things. He hadn't forgotten the way to touch her to arouse her, the special places that set her on fire. And when she took him into her body, her sex hot and wet around him, he nearly lost his mind. It wasn't just as good as it had been. It was better. A damn sight better.He sipped his Mexican beer, trying to relive every minute of the previous nigh
"I can't wait another minute to get you naked."And that was the damn truth. He heard the roughness in his voice that came from his seemingly unquenchable need for her. "Sorry if that makes me a horny old man, but, Bailey? We have a lot of time to make up for. Last night just teased my appetite.""Yes." Her voice was soft and breathless, the way it always was when she was aroused. "Yes, we do.""We can have a conversation later.""Sometimes conversation is highly overrated."It registered on some level of consciousness that the covers were already drawn back on the bed and the pillows fluffed. But Bailey wet her lips, making them glisten so temptingly he forgot about everything else. Was she trying to avoid answering questions, even though she'd agreed they should talk? At this particular moment, he didn't care. Just looking at her made his cock swell so much he was afraid his zipper would break. He reached behind her head to undo the clasp holding her hair and let the stands casc
Oh god!And that was another memory he'd never gotten out of his mind. If he didn't stop her, he'd be the only one having all the fun in a minute."Bailey..."But she was determined, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. When she wrapped her hand around his shaft, he nearly lost it. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tried to push her back, but, just as he remembered from all those years ago, when she got something in her mind, there was no deterring her. And damn, but he really wanted to feel her mouth on him.He spread his legs to brace himself, cradling her head in his palms as she traced the length of him with her tongue and lapped at the swollen head. She slid her fingers up and down his length in the way she knew would drive him nuts, adding her tongue now and then. When she took his entire cock into her mouth, tilting her head back to accommodate him, he ground his teeth and reached for every bit of self-control.His balls ached, and his shaft throbbed
Bailey had been nervous as a tick all day. Last night had been so incredible she wanted to freeze it in time. She had told Zack he was invited to the dinner, halfway hoping he'd decline. Of course, when she told him about the senior partnership, he told her no way in hell would he not be there. Then she wondered if she should have said anything. But she'd been bubbling over about it and needed someone to share it with. Michael was out of town, and here was Zack, back in her life after all these years, even if only for a short time.She'd kept it together during the morning sessions and lunch. She knew Zack would come looking for her, since she'd blurted out that the afternoon was free time, but she wasn't ready for more alone time with him. Not yet. So she treated herself to the spa again, getting her hair done and a mani-pedi. She'd told him she had things to do, making sure everything was set up for cocktails and dinner, and so he should meet her in the small banquet room at seven.