“Zachary.”

He groaned, pumped. Bliss surged through him, pulsing, fiery, twitching him taut. “Paige.”

“Zach.”

“You have no idea, no idea.”

Her head rolled restlessly over the pillow and her back arched. The way her body thrust with his demolished him like an avalanche.

“Ahh, God!” He wrapped her in his arms and increased his pace, fucking together, fucking deeper, faster, harder. “Come with me. Come to heaven with me.”

She screamed. He bucked. And they came in a long, sweeping, exhausting orgasm.

CHAPTER 5

Paige felt powerful. Like she could do anything, lift a building or sing opera or fly.

Tucking herself under the covers, she eyed the reason her toes were still tingling and her heart was soaring, appreciating the sight of Zach’s glossy tanned backside as he went to clean up. Her nerves quivered at the strong flex of his buttocks as he walked.

Zach.

She felt light-headed and weak, and her hands itched with anxiousness to feel him again. As he emerged from the bathroom and fetched his guns from the chair, he plucked up his jeans from where they’d fallen, as well.

For a moment, she dreaded he’d slip them on—ergo, she must dress, too—but instead he draped them across the back of a chair. A bevy of butterflies fluttered inside her as he returned to her naked. Somber, almost shy, and gloriously, toetinglingly naked.

She sat up a little, committing his face to memory; his inky hair rumpled from her hands, his lips fattened and reddened from her mouth, the hint of a beard shadowing his jaw.

He set his guns on the nightstand and plopped down next to her, and her mind raced with wishes and thoughts. Would he kiss her again? Lick her? Bite her? Cuddle?

Aww, he cuddled. And kissed her forehead, her nose, lingered on her lips as one arm encircled her shoulders. “Sweet. You’re so sweet, Paige.”

Suppressing a sigh, Paige went willingly as he propped his head against the mirror and pinned her to his side. “So we’d never done that before?” she whispered up at him, feeling exquisite and wonderful.

Smiling tenderly, he swiped the pad of his thumb across the bridge of her nose. “In my dreams.”

Hers was a wistful smile. She couldn’t resist touching him, couldn’t help but notice how he couldn’t resist trailing his fingers down her arm, either. “Why do you carry two guns?”

He used his free hand to lift one, then the other. “Your baby. Your backup.”

She reached out to stroke the cool, hard metal of the one he held out. The smaller gun, not quite black but obscure and gleaming. “Is it … loaded?”

“Yeah. But the safety’s on, see?” He showed her the little catch, then bounced the gun in one big hand. “Here. You’re curious?” She nodded, curled her hand around the grip as Zach trailed her onto his lap. She said, “It’s heavy.”

His arms enveloped her from behind. He seemed fascinated by a spot behind her ear and teased it lightly with his lips. “Do you want to know how to use one? I could teach you.”