Free The Ghost and The Hacker (Dark Fire Book 3) by Ivy M. Jones

jeans that aren't even buttoned.  I gulp down air, taking him in.
    Chemistry was never a problem for us.  Hell, he's always looked a little like Mark-Paul Gosselaar with the hair and his slight scruff.  I used to call him Zach Morris as a joke in high school.  Maybe that's where he got Moore from, I think randomly.
    I feel my mouth go dry as I stand there staring at him.  Without thinking, I lick my lips.
    I watch Zach's chest jolt, like he's letting out a puff of air.  I'm leaning toward him without even thinking about it.  When my forward momentum brings me through the door, Zach closes it behind me and then wraps his arms around me from behind, his abs against my back, his arms crossing just under my breasts.  His hands cross opposite and I look down to see what he's going to do with them.  In this position, he could easily grab a handful of breast in each hand.  But he doesn't.  He just holds me, his arms tight around me, like he can't bear to not be touching me.
    His warm breath tickles my ear.  It's stuttering and shallow, taking me back to those summer evenings by the lake.  What we had was romantic for a teenager.  Looking back on it, it's still romantic.  I recall his breath in my ear then, too.  How he would hover over me on the bench seat of the truck.  It took us a long time to move from petting to sex, and I always wondered how we managed to hold out so long.
    Maybe it was because we always figured we had forever together.  Why rush when we'll be spending the rest of our lives together?
    Standing in the circle of his arms, I'm filled with a distantly familiar feeling- desperation.  It's a little tight, turning in the confines of his hold, but I swivel so I can show him this new feeling.  I want him to see how hungry I am for him.  I want him to know exactly what I need right now.
    His eyes meet mine and his breathing speeds up.  He gives me a look as if to ask, "Are you sure?"
    All I can do is nod, then I grab his head and pull him down to my waiting lips.  My shirt is off in seconds, my legs wrapped around his waist.  He carries me down the hall but I'm not paying attention to the apartment.  We haven't stopped kissing, his tongue and mine sliding together, hot mouths searching.
    He drops to the bed on his ass and I knock him all the way over.  Our hands are everywhere, mouths moving from lips to neck to shoulders...  I need to taste his skin all over.  His need is the same.  I don't recall removing them, but my pants are around my ankles and I'm trying to kick them off without breaking our kisses.  I get one leg free and go to work on his pants.
    Commando.  Oh sweet baby Jesus.
    I must have a weird look on my face because Zach says, "I just finishing in the shower when there was a delivery."
    The thought of the delivery makes me halt my efforts to get his pants off.
    I'm here for answers .  I need to know what the hell he's doing here.  Cy lives here...
    I can't think anymore.  His hand is rubbing against me, just lightly, making my clit ache so good.  I finish pushing his pants off while he continues to rub against me.  I'm a mess- so wet that his rubbing is making my panties damp, but I don't care.  I can't make him stop.  I don't want him to stop.
    Without warning, he rolls me over so I'm below him, pushing my panties aside with his fingers, and rubbing himself against me as he slides down my body.
    "I'm not..."  I don't know what to tell him.  I know what he's doing but I haven't gotten over my issues with this kind of intimacy.  He's still the only guy who ever went down on me.  It just felt wrong letting some other guy do something so intimate when I was spending all my spare time looking for Zach.
    His lips play against the inside of my thigh and I shiver.  Maybe he's just going to torment me.  He still hasn't touched me there yet.  Then he does and I nearly fly off the bed.  His hands slap down on my thighs, pinning me in place, holding my legs apart so I