He slid his arms around her, his fingers moving against the soft cotton that barely covered her. He cupped her buttocks and held her firmly against him, wanting her to know how turned on he was. She let out a soft moan into his mouth. His fingers moved, scrunching up her nightgown until he found skin. Soft, warm skin, silkier than anything he could remember touching. His fingers kept exploring, cupping her butt cheeks and reaching below to find a wet, warm target between her legs.

Zoey gave a soft gasp and trembled as he moved against her, using his fingers from behind as well as rubbing his still-enclosed erection against her stomach. Her head fell back, giving him easy access to trail kisses down her jaw and then her neck. He flicked his tongue against the spot at her throat where her pulse raced. The move made her legs wobble, but he had a firm grip.

He moved her to the bed and lowered her. She lay there, staring up at him with unfocused eyes before she blinked and reached for his jeans. He didn’t move as she lowered the zipper, pushed down his briefs and freed him. She sat up and ran her fingers up and down his length, and he thought he might burst right there. He squeezed his eyes closed and brought himself under control as much as he could—which wasn’t much.

“Damn it, woman.” He pushed her back onto the bed and kicked off his jeans. “You’re going to finish me before I even get started...” He stopped, struck with a horrifying thought. “Shit! I don’t have any condoms. Um...do you?”

She looked panicked for a moment, then sighed in relief. “Yes! Vickie gave me a box as a gag gift when the divorce was finalized. Now, where did I...?” Her forehead furrowed, then she gave him a bright smile. “Tall dresser! Top drawer! Way in the back...”

He was already on the move, reaching into the drawer, which he suddenly realized was full of brightly colored lacy lingerie. Was this what Zoey wore under her flannel shirts? Good thing he’d never known that before now. His fingers found the small box. Eureka! He laughed when he read the package.

“Multicolored? Really?”

Zoey laughed, too. “I told you it was a gag gift! But they’re still real condoms, right?”

He read the box again. “Thank Christ, yes.” She was still splayed out on the bed, nightgown bunched at her waist, casually revealing herself. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Orange or blue?”

She squirmed on the bed. “Whichever is on top.”

“In a hurry, eh? Blue it is.” To match his balls if he didn’t get inside her as soon as possible. He tossed the packet on the bed, then followed it, crawling over her and sliding her nightgown up as he did. Zoey shrugged it over her head and tossed it on the floor.