Dream Girl by Kelly Jamieson Page A

curve into a smile against his neck; then she kissed him gently. He put his arms around her and held her tightly, his chest swelling with that unnamed feeling that scared him just a little.
    She was confident, knew what she wanted, and didn't hesitate to go for it—Christ, that was hot.
    She moved against him, their bodies damp and sticky, and carefully peeled herself off him, leaving her hand resting on his stomach.
    "Wow,” she mumbled beside him in a sleepy voice. He dragged his spent body off the bed to pull the duvet back, helped her move under it and climbed back into bed with her, pulling her against him, wanting to hold her close.
    He was surprised the state of California hadn't dropped into the ocean with the magnitude of that quake. And it was just about as goddamn scary as a real freakin’ earthquake.
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    Chapter Eight
    The sunlight stabbed at Ashlyn's eye, and she squeezed them shut. Ow! How rude.
    Then she became aware of a big, hard body behind her, one strong forearm across her stomach, holding her close.
    She'd slept all night with Zach.
    He was like a furnace, radiating heat. She lifted and turned her head to see if he was awake, squinting into the light.
    "Morning,” he murmured against her hair.
    "Mmm,” she mumbled back. Her mouth didn't function properly until she'd been up for at least an hour. Maybe two.
    He stroked her tummy.
    God, she did not usually do things like this. Her roommates were probably worried sick. Damn, how stupid. But she could not regret staying. This was the best sex she'd ever had.
    Zach was incredible. He was gorgeous to look at, but yikes, touching him was even better, and did he ever know how to use his hands and mouth and his ... well, he was awesome.
    She smiled a little and snuggled against him.
    "I should go home, I guess,” she mumbled, and then sighed.
    "Damn.” His hands tightened on her, and she felt him kiss her hair. “You need some breakfast."
    "Need coffee,” she said, eyes still shut.
    "You're not a morning person, are you?” Apparently he was able to think and even speak clearly first thing in the morning.
    She put her hands on his arms, hugging them to her. “Nnngh."
    He chuckled. “I can make coffee,” he said. “And breakfast."
    "I'm sorry...” She struggled. “No car ... ride home."
    "Hah,” he said. “You're stuck here at my mercy."
    "I should have called my roommates,” she mumbled, forcing her tongue and lips to form words.
    "Do you want to call them now?"
    "I should go."
    One hand moved up to cover her breast; his palm on her tender nipple was exquisite. She closed her eyes and moved against him. Oh, no fair, he'd started up that throbbing between her legs again, where she felt all tender and swollen.
    "Okay, I'll call them,” she whispered, and he chuckled behind her. He reached a hand out, fumbled for the phone on the table beside the bed and handed it to her.
    Ashlyn rose up on one elbow and punched in the number. Ben answered.
    "Hi, it's me,” she said breathlessly into the phone as Zach's fingers closed around her aching nipple.
    "Where the hell are you?” he asked. “Were you working? ‘Cause you didn't leave us a note about where you were."
    For safety reasons, Ashlyn always wrote down where she was going when she was on a job.
    "Um ... with a friend,” she stumbled, closing her eyes at the sensations shooting from her breast to her womb, liquid heat gathering there yet again. “I'll be home in a little while. Just didn't want you to worry."
    "Jesus, Ashlyn, kind of late for that..."
    "Sorry,” she whispered. “Gotta go."
    She clicked the off button and dropped the phone onto the carpet as she turned into Zach's arms.
    An hour later, she and Zach emerged from his room to find Connor sitting at the granite counter, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. Rocky snoozed in the sunlight streaming in the window. He lifted his head when Zach appeared and watched him.
    Shit. She'd totally forgotten