Zack (Armed and Dangerous Book 1) by Cheyenne McCray

pressed his body completely against hers as he rested his chin on the top of her head. His breathing was loud and harsh and she was having a hard time getting oxygen into her lungs, too. The night smelled musky— of his masculine scent and the smell of their sex. Whatever bush they were behind smelled sweet, like honeysuckle.
    After a moment, Zack took a deep breath and let her slide down so that he drew his cock from inside her and her feet touched the ground again.
    He placed his hips on her waist, letting her dress fall back over her ass, and kissed her again. “Goddamn, you make me crazy, Sky.”
    Slowly Sky became aware of her surroundings, the light-headedness slipping away. The sound of the midway and the throbbing beat of music from the dance hall brought her back to reality. She’d lost her clip and her hair was a mess around her face and her breasts cool from the damp fabric where Zack had sucked her nipples.
    “I-I. Oh, God.” She stared up at Zack in shock, her eyes wide as she pushed at him.
    Zack allowed their bodies to separate and tucked himself away and straightened his clothes while she scrambled to do the same. He watched her, his eyes hooded but intense while she hurried to tug down her dress, run her hands through her hair, and try to make herself look like she hadn’t just been fucked up against a wall. She had a feeling that she failed miserably.
    “We need to talk, Sky,” Zack said finally.
    She wanted to laugh hysterically. Right. Look at where “we need to talk” had gotten them.
    Sky shook her head, still feeling flushed and utterly and completely overwhelmed. “No, I-I can’t.”
    Then she did the only thing she could do at that moment. Actually, it was one more thing on a short list of things she had promised herself that she wouldn’t do this evening.
    She ran.
     

Chapter 9
    Sky halted just inside the dance-hall entranceway, her heart pounding as she frantically tried to remember where she had left her purse and her jacket. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Zack coming after her, like a wave about to crash down over her once again.
    Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
    She plunged herself into the crowd on the dance floor, allowing all of the bodies to swallow her up. The crush of people, along with the sour smell of beer and cigarettes, was enough to make her claustrophobic.
    She pushed her way through until she came out about where she thought she had left her things.
    Sky almost sagged in relief when she spotted her jacket and purse, still lying on the table next to Zack’s Stetson. She checked with the person watching everyone’s belongings before she snatched her things up. As fast as she could, she thrust one arm, then the other into her jacket to cover her wet nipples, then whirled around intending to head straight for the door.
    Instead, she ran smack into Wade Larson.
    “Whoa,” he said, catching her by her arms. “Where’s the fire?”
    “Wade.” Sky pulled away from him and barely managed a smile. “I was just leaving.”
    “Leaving?” he said with a frown. “I was hoping that we could dance.”
    “Sorry.” She eased away while her gaze darted around the room. She needed to leave before Zack spotted her. “I’m really all danced out.”
    Wade put a hand on her arm, halting her. “I’d like to talk. About you and me.” His expression was serious.
    Sky stared up at him in disbelief. Had all the men lost their minds tonight? “Wade, there is no ‘us.’ We haven’t dated in months.”
    Wade slid his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’d like to change that, Skylar. I think things could be good between us if you give me another chance.”
    Sky closed her eyes and put a hand to her head. Why was this happening to her? Had she angered some god somewhere and was now paying the price?
    She dropped her hand and looked up at Wade. “I can’t do this right now. I really have to go.”
    Then she turned and fled. Again.
    “Skylar, wait,” Wade called.
    She