Zach’s eyebrows raise and his hands come up to rest on my thighs. “What are you doing?”

I shrug my shoulders because, honestly… I have no clue what I’m doing. So I say, “Just figured I’d sit here awhile on top of you… just hang out for a bit.”

Zach’s face breaks out into a wide grin, and I’m loving the little bit of levity between us. Until now, I didn’t know Zach truly had this within him because he’s always so serious and commanding. He finds me amusing, and I find I like that a lot.

Reaching down, I slide my fingers among his and link our hands together. “What do you want to do today?”

“Stay in bed with you… all day.”

“Not an option. I think Randall or Sam would be suspicious. Choose something else.”

Zach’s gaze lowers from my face for a slight moment as if he’s pondering something and, when it returns, his look is deeply intent. “It doesn’t have to be today… but I was hoping we could find a church and attend a service sometime.”

My hands reflexively squeeze against his. “I think that’s a lovely idea. What’s with the interest?”

“I just figured it might be a way to reconnect to my parents. It was such a big part of their lives. I quickly fell away from the teachings of Christianity while living in Caraica, and although Father Gaul tried to get me back into it, I much preferred the mysticism and spiritual communion with nature that the Caraican’s practiced. But I figure… it can’t hurt to check it out. You know… in my effort to learn more about this new world I’m being shown.”

Lifting one of our linked hands up, I bring the union close to my face and kiss Zach’s fingertips. “I think that’s a great way to honor your parents’ memory, Zacharias. I’d love to take you. I’ll find something close by and arrange it.”

“Thank you,” he says as he pulls on our clasped hands and brings them to his mouth, where he kisses my fingertips, then bites down on my index finger.

Gasping, I flex my h*ps and feel his c**k start to swell underneath of me.

“But let’s talk about something else more important,” Zach murmurs with searing heat in his eyes.

“What’s that?” I whisper back.

“Let’s talk about you putting your mouth on my c**k and my tongue between your legs.”

“Oh, that’s a good conversation to have,” I agree with a smile. “By the way… that’s called sixty-nine.”

The heat in Zach’s eyes goes on a low simmer as curiosity replaces it. “Sixty-nine? Why is it called that?”

Pulling one hand free, I write the number with my index finger on his chest, while he looks down at the path I’m drawing. “Sixty-nine… see how it lines up?”

Recognition and understanding seeps into his gaze, and he nods with a wicked smile. “I see it well. I wondered if it was possible to do that, but never dreamed it would have a name to it.”

“It’s a very popular sexual position… or so I’m told.”

Zach surges up from the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist. I can feel his hardness now thumping against the moist flesh between my legs, and he flips us over so I’m lying on my back and he’s hovering over me.

“Have you ever done it before?” he asks.

I shake my head and chew on my bottom lip. “I haven’t. But I always wanted to try it.”

“I’ll be your first,” he says with triumph.

And my last, I vainly hope, but I know that’s a pipe dream.

“What about last night?” he asks, his head tilted to the side. “Have you ever had a man put his finger up your ass like I did?”

Heat rushes through my body at the memory, and my pu**y involuntarily clenches. “Never,” I whisper.

Zach’s eyes become possessive, and he lowers his face to mine. With his lips hovering just over me, he growls, “I can’t wait to f**k your ass. It’s going to be divine.”

I gulp hard and nod, although I’m still terrified at the prospect because of how enormous he is. I’m afraid he’ll shred me from the inside out, yet the thought of giving myself to him in that most intimate way appeals to me a great deal. I think I need to do some research on this and figure out how I can submit to his need without ending up in a hospital.

Smiling at my capitulation, Zach lowers his lips and grazes them against mine. Just as his mouth opens to give me a deep kiss, there’s a knock on his bedroom door.

“Zach,” I hear Randall call out. “I’m headed out to work in a bit and was wondering if you had a moment to talk.”

My entire body seizes in terror at the prospect of Randall walking in this room. Zach does nothing more than lazily turn his head toward the door with an amused smile on his face.

I shove at Zach, pushing him off me while I scramble off the far side of the bed and whip the sheet off to cover my body. Panic races through me. Zach merely gets off the bed and calls back out, “Just a minute. I need to get dressed.”

Pointing toward the bathroom door, Zach whispers, “Go.”

I walk as quickly but as lightly as I can across the carpet, straight into his bathroom, where I shut the door halfway so I can hide behind it.

I can’t see a thing, but I can hear Zach rustling around and the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled up. I’m wondering how he’s going to hide that massive hard-on he was sporting, but then figure Randall showing up at his door probably killed it.