Free The Last Man on Earth by Tracy Anne Warren Page A

his jeans. Heat rose from him, pure male animal and something else, something totally, uniquely Zack.
    She bent to unlace his boots, drawing them from his feet, and afterward his socks. She set them neatly aside.
    His eyes were blazing by the time she straightened.
    “Do the rest,” he ordered, his tone gruff, the rock-hard bulge in his pants proof of his response. “Do it now.”
    She eased open the zipper, then slid her hands inside, connecting with warm flesh as she shoved his jeans and briefs off his lean hips, down his thighs. He kicked the denim aside.
    His hips bucked when she took him into her hand, finding him as hot and sleek as velvet. As she touched him below, she leaned forward to kiss his chest, his nipples.
    Groaning, Zack clenched her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, savaging her lips, turning her world to flame. She heard something rip and realized with a wild kind of shock that he was tearing her underwear from her body. Shredding the material, bra and panties both, into useless scraps.
    Then she was naked and there was no time to think at all as he pulled her to the bed and down. His hands were everywhere, touching her with an impatient fury she matched with a mindless savagery of her own.
    Lifting her up and over, he impaled her, driving himself deep, deeper than she’d thought it possible to go. And then they were surging together, flesh beating against flesh, sounds of their breathing harsh in the air as they struggled to find completion.
    It took her first, the climax, with a cry she heard but didn’t recognize as her own, slamming her up and back in a brutal undertow that left her dazed and quivering as she came down on the other side.
    He kept up the rhythm, giving new life to the tiny aftershocks reverberating inside her body, bringing her along and once again to completion.
    Only then did he find his own.
    Panting, replete, they settled in a tangle of limbs while they waited for the world to stop spinning.
    With a smile on her lips, she gradually sat up. Astride him, she stretched her arms over her head, twisted at the waist, then leaned forward to plant her hands against the flat of his chest.
    “Guess what?” she said.
    “Can’t. My brain’s too fried,” he muttered, eyes closed.
    “My nerves are settled, just as I figured they would be. In fact, I feel great.” She bent down and kissed him with a lusty sweep of lips and tongue. “How soon do you think you’ll be ready to help me settle my nerves again?”
    He pinned her with an arch look. “Sooner than you might imagine if you keep bouncing around like that.”
    Madelyn laughed and bounced some more.
    •   •   •
    It was full dark before they came up for air. And food. Both of them ravenous.
    The inn had no room service, so they forced themselves to get dressed and wander down to the restaurant for a meal. Then it was back to their room to sleep and make love, which they tackled with eager enthusiasm.
    Sunday afternoon arrived in what seemed the blink of an eye; then it was time to go home.
    Packed and checked out, Zack walked Madelyn out to her car.
    Taking her keys, he opened her car door and loaded her bag into the backseat. “I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow. We have a department meeting, don’t we?”
    “Yes, ten o’clock.”
    She’d had the freedom to touch him at will during the past twenty-four hours. It was going to feel odd slipping back into their old routine.
    As if he read her mind, Zack told her, “Just steer well clear of me, like you always do. And if it can’t be avoided, give me that look. You know, the one that could strike a cockroach dead at a hundred paces. No one will suspect a thing.”
    “It isn’t people in general I’m worried about. It’s Peg. She has a real knack for ferreting out information, and she knows me way too well. If I suddenly stop complaining about you, she’ll wonder what’s up.”
    “Then don’t stop.”
    Madelyn thought about it for a moment and