Free Love in the Time of Zombies by Jill James Page A

me?”
    Nothing but static. Even the hum was gone.
    Jed jumped up, pulling the headset with him. He jerked back, ripped it off, and threw it on the desk. He grabbed his pants and yanked them on, throwing Amy’s clothes at her. “Get dressed. We have to find Dr. Drake.”

Chapter Ten
     
     
     
    “Man, I hate new boots,” I muttered, swishing my toes in the bucket of sun-warmed water. The boots Suz had thrown at me earlier in the day were brand new. Correction. They had been brand new; they were well broken in now. I had the blisters to prove it. Looking away from the pink-tinged water, I stared at Seth instead. He turned on the lantern and hung it from the tent pole.
    Squatting, he took my feet out of the water and gently dried them, patting with a towel. I sighed. The feet must be an erogenous zone I’d never heard about. I leaned back on my elbows and enjoyed the unexpected pleasure. Carl had been all ‘me, me, me’. I would have never thought to get such tenderness out of him.
    I stifled a yawn. What a long day. But we’d brought back ten truckloads of stuff: food, ammo, guns, and equipment. Closing my eyes, I could still see the acres of tents on the rooftops. A few more trips and everyone would have the comfort of canvas and nylon for defense against the heat we had now and the rainy season to come. Not to mention privacy. My face heated up with a blush.
    Sitting up, I ran my fingers through Seth’s thick hair. Strands of black, brown, and sun-streaked blond fell through my fingers. I ran my hand behind his neck and pulled him toward me. “Let’s go to bed.”
    He crawled from the foot of the bed like a panther on the hunt. His body heat covered me as he slid along my legs and rested at the apex between them. His hard flesh pulsated against my core.
    My fingers ran over his smooth-shaved cheeks. In the middle of everything, he’d found time to shave. Blood heated in my veins and my pulse rapid-fired in a staccato burst. Tears formed and blurred my vision. This was a very kind man.
    He sat up and pulled off his shirt. A very hot man, too. Even with the ‘mom’ tattoo I’d discovered on his chest. I smiled as he pulled off my shirt as well. Unhooking my bra, he lay down and covered me; touching skin to skin. I sighed. I could stay this way forever. Until, he moved and I wanted more.
    My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him close. His lips found mine. His tongue slid along the edge until I opened my mouth and let him in. He tasted of the chocolate bars we’d found at one of the houses. Finding only two meant we got to keep them for ourselves. More than five of something eatable required us to return it to base to be put with the rest of the supplies.
    Our tongues slid together and a moan escaped me as his fingers found my nipples. They glazed lightly over them, just like I loved best. His kisses left my mouth and traveled to my earlobe, my shoulder, and the delicate spot in between that had my back arching and warmth flooding my center. Tingles sparked along my nerve endings.
    Like magic, the rest of our clothes were off and flung across the tent. Our sweat-slick skin slid together until his hardness found the wetness between my thighs. Heat engulfed me as he thrust inside. Warmth built with each glide back and forth, until molten heat filled me. My legs tightened around him. I never wanted to let go.
    Our groans filled the tent as we came together. He collapsed on top of me for a second, before he turned to fall on the mattress, keeping his arms about me. We snuggled as a breeze found its way through the mesh window at the back of the tent. It faced away from everyone, so I could leave it open for air and light.
    His fingers tangled in my hair as he swept it back from my eyes. He gazed at me and I saw something other than satisfied lust in his eyes. His next words confirmed it.
    “I could stay right here forever.”
    I swallowed deeply, dryness coating my throat. Thinking the same thought was not like