“Yeah. I got tired of waiting for you to finish thinking.” He moved aside so she could come in, but she hesitated.

“Give me a second,” she murmured.

“Okay. For what?”

“For my brain to catch up with the rest of me.” She smiled nervously. “It’s my body that brought me here, you see. For some of that letting loose we’re so good at.”

He smiled, and her body began to tingle.

“Maybe you should let your body lead on this one,” he suggested in a very naughty, silky tone.

“You think?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Just sort of let my brain take a rest?”

“Exactly.” Gently crowding her in the doorway, he put his hands on her hips and his mouth to her ear. “So, are you going to come inside?”

“That was going to be my question to you.”

His soft laugh stirred the hair at her temple and all her good spots. Then he slid his arms around her and gave her a hug, and along with the lust came such a rush of affection that her heart hurt. She buried her face in his throat and held on tight. “Okay,” she said. “Maybe I’ll come in for a little while.”

“Great idea. We could—”

“Let loose?”

“Anything you want,” he murmured, pulling back to look into her eyes. “I wanted to see you tonight.”

Her breath caught. “You’re seeing me.”

“Yeah. I am. I see you, Brooke. The real you.”

“With lines like that, you’re awfully hard to resist.”

“I’m trying to be.” Pushing the door shut, Zach kissed her and, turning them both, backed her to the door. This freed up his hands, which he used to cup her face, a touch that turned her on more than any other. “I needed this connection tonight.”

“With me?”

“Only with you.” He kissed her again, his mouth making its way over her jaw to her throat.

“Zach?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Zach.”

“Right here.” His hands slipped beneath her shirt and her eyes crossed with lust.

“I don’t have a condom this time. I forgot to put a new one in my purse.”

He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out…

“Three.” Her knees wobbled as she let out a shaky laugh. “Think we can use them all in one night?”

“I have more in my nightstand.”

“Oh,” she breathed, staring at him.

At her expression, he let out a shaky laugh. “God, Brooke. I don’t know what the hell it is about you, but you always make me…”

“What?” She needed to know. “I make you what?”

“Well, it’s a bit of a problem.” He pressed against her, and she could feel that he did have a problem. A big one.

“Oh my. I see.”

“Do you?” His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. “Any ideas?”

“Uh, well, I do have a few. You know, all in the name of assisting a friend in need.”