Free Dream Girl by Kelly Jamieson

satisfaction.
    "Oh man, Ashlyn,” he muttered. “Hold on, honey."
    He turned away from her, sliding his hand down her arm to clasp hers, tugging her over to a lounge chair. When they stood beside it, she reached for his golf shirt, trying to yank it over his head. To her frustration, it stuck on his head.
    "The buttons,” he said, voice muffled under the soft fabric. He pulled it down and fumbled for the two buttons, impatiently pulled it off and tossed it aside.
    Enough light shone through the huge windows of his house to illuminate his bronzed muscular chest, and her mouth watered at the sight of him. Yikes, he was gorgeous. His shoulders were broad, with large rounded muscles on his upper arms, and a flat, defined and nearly hairless chest and abdomen. She drew in a breath as her eyes moved over him.
    When she lifted her eyes to his face, she saw a faint smile on his mouth at the fact that she'd been checking out his body, and she smiled back at him, unashamed. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. “Wow,” was all she could say, and he gave a soft laugh.
    "That's my line,” he murmured, his hands moving from her waist to her breasts again. She breathed in slowly, feeling her breasts rise against his palms.
    "Come on,” he murmured and gently pulled her down to sit on the lounge chair. The thick cushion gave invitingly under their weight and, turning his body, he somehow maneuvered her down onto the chair so she was lying beneath him. His hand went to the button of her jeans and flicked it open, tugged the short zipper down.
    Then, eyes crossing, she felt him slide his hand into her jeans, under her panties, brushing against the curls there. All the air left her lungs, and her body went hot and tingly. She reached down and grabbed his hand to stop him.
    He raised his head and looked at her. “No?"
    When she saw the fierce arousal on his face, the naked want, but also his concern for her, she relaxed. “Yes,” she whispered. “Sorry. I'm just ... this is incredible."
    "I know,” he whispered back. He moved away from her so both hands could tug on her jeans, and in a flash they were off and crumpled in a heap on the wooden deck. She moved her bare legs restlessly as he studied her in only a tiny pink cotton thong.
    He smiled admiringly and stroked a hand down her leg, back up to the inside of her thigh, and then gently parted her legs. She closed her eyes, overcome by emotion, and then opened them again, fascinated with his face as he looked at her.
    No man had ever looked at her that way.
    Yes, she'd had boyfriends and she'd had sex and she'd been complimented; but she had never seen that deep, admiring desire on a man's face as he'd looked at her. In response, her mind spun out of control, and her body dissolved.
    She let her legs fall apart, Zach's hands on her inner thighs, stroking up and down. Then his hands went higher, over her hips bones, across her tummy in a shiver-inducing caress.
    "You're beautiful, Ashlyn,” he said, his voice low and thick.
    The craving in his eyes melted her.
    He leaned down and kissed the pink triangle of fabric that covered her curls. As he pressed his mouth there, he inhaled deeply. Ashlyn didn't think she could get any hotter, but at that, she was about to burst into flames. She helplessly moaned again.
    He hooked his index fingers under the tiny strips of fabric on each hip and pulled the panties down, his face still between her legs. She shifted her legs together momentarily as he pulled her panties off, and then slowly, sensuously let them part again. His hands pushed her thighs even farther apart as he studied her
    "Oh, God, Zach, don't,” she whispered. This was more intimate and exciting than anything she'd ever experienced.
    "You're beautiful,” he murmured. His fingers explored her folds, stroking lusciously. “So pretty. I want to taste you."
    Her eyes closed, and she melted into the deep cushion as his tongue touched her lightly, licking slowly up and