“You will not,” he stated emphatically. “Tell me the address, and I’ll go.”

  Her eyes widened. “Right now?”

  “Yes, right now.”

  She couldn’t hold back the smile on her face, and her heart did that pitter pat it had done when he rubbed her feet. Zacari knew she was being selfish, and she certainly didn’t want to take advantage of him. She’d traveled plenty of times in the middle of the night for whatever food craving hit her. They just hit with a lot more force now that she was pregnant.

  After telling him how to get to her favorite restaurant, she hung up. Struggling to her feet, she tucked her arms into the robe she’d tossed at the bottom of the bed. There was no way she’d let Keary see her in the oversized nightie that extended down past her knees. The thing was clean but well-worn.

  When she’d started out to the living room, she stopped. Even with the robe on, the nightie hung past its hem and made her look homely. Sighing at her protruding belly, she returned to her room and rummaged for something sexier. Since that didn’t exist, at least not in her wardrobe, she just left the nightie off and retied her robe above her belly. The short length stretching to mid-thigh and the silken lilac material was at least cute if not exactly sexy. It would do.

  Half hour later when Zacari thought she might kill Keary the first chance she got, he knocked on the door. She fought her way off the couch, put a fist in her back because it hurt so much, and went to answer.

  Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Hair tussled like he hadn’t bothered to comb it, pajama bottoms peaking beneath a trench coat, and sneakers with no socks. “Wow,” she teased. “I’ve never seen you look so sexy.”

  He held up the bag and strolled past her. Zacari was thrown for a loop when he dropped a kiss on her lips. Sensual pleasure snaked through her system, but Keary kept moving as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

  He headed toward the kitchen, and she followed dumbfounded. A black bag sat on one of the chairs where he’d left it, and he busied himself unpacking her late night snack. “I should warn you,” he announced when she took a seat, “I’m not in the best of moods at this time of night. For that matter, the morning either. Not until I’ve had my coffee.”

  “I’ll make you some,” she offered and was about to rise.

  “Sit still.” The command was almost a bark, but he followed it with an apologetic look. “See? Don’t worry about it. I’ll make it later.”

  Later? Just how long did he plan on staying, she wondered.

  Keary slid her food over to her along with a bottle of fruit juice. She thanked him and tucked into it. After the last bite and she had drained the bottle, she leaned back moaning. “Mm, that was exactly what I needed. Thank you so much.”

  She winced.

  He flew on alert making her suppress a laugh. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s just my back. Seems like around now, like clockwork, my son sits in this spot that tears my back up. Ugh, it drives me nuts.” She rubbed at her back, but it did no good.

  Keary frowned. “Our son. That reminds me. I have something to try on you. Now that you’re done eating, I can. Let’s go to the living room, and I’ll test it out.”

  “I’m not your guinea pig.”

  He smirked but held out his hand to help her stand. Zacari was curious so she gave in. If he tried anything funny, she could always smack him. Somehow she didn’t think Keary meant her harm. The man seemed genuinely crazy about the baby. With him here all attentive, it made it hard for her to think Debbie had told her the truth. Then again, the question of paternity had to be on his mind. She should bring up the subject, but she was hesitant. Not being alone was nice, and she didn’t want to ruin it. Of course they did have to talk about that kiss. He was not her man, and whether he was going to date Debbie wasn’t clear.

  Keary brought the black bag to the living room. While she watched sitting on the couch, he unzipped it and pulled out a can of tennis balls. Her eyebrows shifted higher. “Seriously? I know you don’t expect me to play tennis at this time of night—or this month.”

  “Trust me.”

  He opened the container and removed one of the balls. When he told her to turn around with her back to him, she did. From the first roll of the ball over her back, Zacari was in heaven. Knots and pain eased. She felt the tension melt from her muscles. Her limbs went slack along with her jaw. Chin on her chest, she closed her eyes and just enjoyed it.

  “Good?” he whispered over her shoulder.

  “Mm,” she moaned. “Damn, I might come right here.” The ball pressed too hard, and she yelped. “Are you crazy? What was that for?”

  He grumbled. “You can’t say things like that…and moan.”

  Zacari blinked up at him. “Again, are you crazy? I didn’t just get you excited. I mean look at me. I’m not exactly the next cover model. Not that I ever was, but I’m not about to be a plus sized one either.”

  She lamented over her huge saggy breasts, her wide hips, and the myriad of other flaws on her body. Never having considered herself beautiful, she did think she had some good qualities—before getting pregnant. Now, she had to keep a bra on twenty-four hours a day except when she showered to keep her boobs from sagging permanently. Aside from that, they leaked milk, so she had to keep pads in the cups as well.

  “You’re kidding,” Keary told her. “Zacari, you are still very beautiful, and just the thought of seeing you like that without your clothes on gets me worked up.”

  She looked down at herself when she realized his gaze had locked on her deep cleavage. His pants tented with his erection, so there was no denying Keary was excited. Zacari wanted to put it down to men getting hard-ons for no reason, but she couldn’t mistake the desire in his eyes. “You’re remembering that night,” she assured him. “It was hot and so good. I admit that. Trust me when I tell you it wouldn’t be the same this time.”

  Zacari tried turning her head away from him, but he caught her chin and made her look at him. He leaned in and brushed her lips with the most feathery of touches. A shiver coursed over her skin. She pulled from his grasp, but Keary wouldn’t be put off. He dropped the ball and wrapped his arms around her. “Zacari, you cannot be so blind, can you?” At her look which must have reflected her confusion, he grunted. She almost laughed. Okay, Keary wasn’t his usual pleasant self, but he wasn’t a bear either. The man didn’t have real issues like the rest of them. He might be a robot.

  She shrugged in response to him. He took on a more serious attitude and began to instruct her.

  Chapter Six

  “You’re breasts are bigger. I saw that right off. No, don’t pull away. Woman, most men love breasts. Some think the bigger the better.” His eyes almost glazed at the topic of conversation. “For myself, I’ve always loved them no matter the size, and I have to admit from the moment I saw you, I couldn’t help wondering about your nipples.”

  She gasped. “My nipples?”

  “They’re bigger too?”

  She put her hands up over her peaks like he could see them through her bra and robe. “Maybe. I know they’re achy.”

  “I could soothe them if you let me suck them,” he offered.

  She squeezed her thighs together. “Now, who’s provoking people with their dirty talk?”

  He chuckled then licked the tip of her ear. “I want to do a lot more than talk.” He ran his hand up her thigh, parting her robe and squeezing her flesh. Yesterday, she’d been lamenting over having thunder thighs. Keary’s stroke brought no such thoughts to mind. Close to spreading her legs, she dropped her hand over his.

  “Talk is exactly what we need to do.” She pushed him off. “Keary, I won’t be the other woman. I’m not helping you cheat on Debbie. And there’s some…other stuff we need to discuss.”

  She twisted around so she could face him and look him in the eyes. To her surprise, the lust hadn’t lessened in the least. He didn’t even appear to be upset about her mentioning Debbie. “I can’t cheat if I’m not seeing her. Stop fighting me. I want to make love to you. Talk can wait until after we’ve satisfied ourselves.”

  He took her hand and placed it on his cock. Zacari’s mouth went dry when his shaft twitched beneath her touch. She licked her lips. All the willpower in the world didn’t stop her from squeezing it and stroking until she almost cried out in need. Before she could pull away, Keary tightened his hold and made her rub harder. He held her gaze, his eyes darkening. His breathing became ragged to match hers. Damn it, she wanted this like nobody’s business. She didn’t want to think rationally. Hell, it wasn’t like there’d be consequences again. She was still pregnant.

  When she strained forward and their tongues met, Zacari moaned against Keary’s mouth. He tasted her lips for barely a second before he lowered his head to her neck then lower until he reached her cleavage. The man really did have an obsession. But she wasn’t ready to let him see her naked or to give in to what they both wanted.

  “I’m not sure,” she whispered. “I mean how do I know…”

  “How does anyone know?” he countered. “Do you want me to take you to her and have her confirm we’re not dating?”

  “Not on your life. That would be humiliating—for both her and me.” She chewed her bottom lip. “I want to do the right thing. There’s so much more going on here. Jack—”

  “Forget my father for the moment.” He unbelted her robe, sliding each side of the belt from the knot slowly. Zacari’s breath caught in her throat. She shivered, thinking to stop him, but her fingers curled instead around the sides of her robe and pushed it wider. She stood up and watched Keary’s eyes trace every move she made.

  His hunger was palpable. “Will you seduce me again?”

  She hesitated. “No, I can’t. I shouldn’t.”

  He stood and pushed her robe over her shoulders then drew her close. Embarrassed about the unsexiness of her bra, she didn’t say a word. But Keary didn’t appear to be put off. He kissed the tender skin on her shoulder, made his way to her chest, and then let his tongue glide across one breast.

  “Let me taste your nipple.”

  Zacari shuddered. “Keary, you don’t understand.”

  He paused to lead her to the bedroom. She was as stiff as a virgin. At the same time, her pussy creamed for him, she couldn’t bring herself to believe he’d want her when she was naked. Keary wouldn’t take no for an answer. Not that she’d voiced the word. If there was even the slightest chance he’d want to continue, she ached to know it. She might have accused him of remembering that one perfect night, but then so was she. Oh man, how she had ridden him. Would her stamina even last to do it again? She had to know.

  Her bra hit the floor. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, so now she was naked in front of him. Zacari covered her breasts staring at the floor. Keary dragged her hands down to her sides, but he didn’t say a word. She closed her eyes and felt her breath coming in heavy bursts, knew that it made her chest rise and fall too sharply. Embarrassment at her body was so strong, she wanted to disappear. Worse, she felt liquid forming at one of her nipples.

  “I’ve always wondered,” Keary said, and she had an instant to think about what he meant. His full lips curved around her nipple, and she cried out in ecstasy when she felt his tongue scoop up the tiny drop. “Oh hell,” he murmured.

  Keary cupped her heavy breasts in his palms and lifted them to his hungry mouth, first one and then the other. He alternated between licking and nuzzling each nipple. Zacari sagged forward, catching herself on his shoulder. The sensations he sent through her body made her weak. She would have dropped to the floor, if Keary didn’t pull her carefully into his arms and carry her to the bed. She could have come just feeling the strength in his arms, seeing the intensity in his gaze.

  “I’m amazed,” he said, leaning over her and circling an areola with his fingertip. “The taste is different from last time, yet good. I can’t believe how it turns me on all the more knowing I have to be careful not to hurt you. I didn’t, did I?”

  “No. What you did was make me hotter. So, I don’t turn you off?”

  For the second time, he led her hand to his cock. His piece was longer than she remembered and thicker. Of course it was probably the same, and the fact that Zacari hadn’t had sex in six months made her more desperate. Keary made her rub, heightening her need, and it seemed to drive him crazy.

  She loved watching his head dip back and his eyes close. His massive chest rose and fell, reminding her of how his skin tasted. Had he dreamed of their time together as she had done over the last few months? “Can I taste you?” she almost begged.

  He practically ripped his T-shirt over his head. “Not my cock, but anywhere else.” The pajama bottoms settled beside his shirt on the floor. Zacari lusted over his bare chest. She wasted no time exploring, pinching his nipples, and following her fingers with her mouth. Zacari teased him with the tip of her tongue. She loved his salty flavor. Inching closer, she ran her palms over his rippled abs. Oh yes, I remember this body. Her pussy clenched as the memories washed over her, of their movements, their moans, the sounds of their bodies slapping together as Keary had taken her hard and fast.

  This time it had to be gentler, and she wondered if it would be good despite that. Keary seemed to read her mind. He coaxed her to her back and positioned himself between her legs. Tracing her lips with his thumb, he stared down at her. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make you come over and over, baby. Do you want that?”

  Zacari couldn’t answer because he reached between her legs and caught her clit. He pinched lightly causing her to clench her jaw. So soon, she was about to rocket to climax. She held on a little longer.

  “Yes,” she huffed. “I want that. I want it so much.”

  He pushed a single finger into her pussy. Her cream coated his digit. “And this?” he asked. “Do you want this?”

  “Yes, oh yes, Keary!”

  He added another finger and then another. Stroking in and out of her, he took his time, teasing her, making her ache to come. His movements quickened, and Zacari bunched her hands in the sheets. When she was close to orgasm, he slowed his pace. She whimpered and shook. Keary leaned down to kiss her while keeping up his tormenting rhythm. Zacari couldn’t concentrate. She let him take her bottom lip between his and cried out when he nipped it. He knew just how to make her crazy. In one night, he learned her quirks, the various pleasure spots that would take her to the brink.

  To prove he knew just what to do, Keary pulled out his fingers and switched to using his thumb. The pad rotated over her clit in measured circles. Zacari squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand.

  “Uh-uh, baby,” he warned, pulling her legs apart and holding one still, “let me make you come.”

  Zacari thrashed on the bed. Her inner muscles coiled tight in readiness for her release. She rode his hand, holding him to her and wiggling her hips. Just when she thought she would scream if she didn’t come right now, Keary took it to another level. He used one hand to play with her throbbing clit and the other he moistened in her juices before circling her anus. When he put pressure at back entrance, she screamed and came hard. Shuddering, she called out his name as wave after wave rolled over her being.

  Even after the explosion, Keary seemed to know her body. He teased her little clit until a second tiny orgasm tumbled through her and then a third. Afterward, gasping for breath, she lay still and watched him through slits. “You remember it all,” she whispered.

  “I do.”

  She wanted to ask why but didn’t. Rather she enjoyed the fact that a man like him who could have any woman he wanted hadn’t forgotten her.

  But Keary hadn’t reached his release. He hesitated and leaned back staring at her pussy like it called to him. She knew how he liked the taste of come and was surprised and a little disappointed that he didn’t eat her out. Her cream flowed. Even making herself come over the last few months hadn’t produced so much. No one had made her as wet as Keary did.

  “So wet,” he commented, but didn’t move to take her. “Are you tired?”

  Now she realized what he was doing. He worried about wearing her out. The man had no idea. Already, her pussy anticipated being filled with his big cock. In fact just looking at it, she imagined taking it into her mouth and draining him. Her body was still on fire. She might not be able to take him all night, but her desire was sky high.

  “You wouldn’t deny me, would you, Daddy?” She pouted, something she never did, but the situation seemed to call for it. The words paired with a soft sexy voice, she watched his reaction.

  Keary’s shaft twitched. He scooted closer, pulled her thighs so she eased into position, and he pushed the head of his cock against her opening. “Just a little bit, baby. I need to get inside you for just a while.”

  His cock pushed past her folds. Zacari began to shake, and Keary sucked in a noisy breath. He grunted as he pressed in. His cock was so thick, she felt him forcing her wider. She held as still as she could so he wouldn’t think he was hurting her and stop. The sensations were far from pain. Bliss suffused her. Against her will, her inner muscles clenched, almost sucking Keary in to stroke his long, wide erection.

  Zacari couldn’t help herself. She began moving her hips, coaxing him deeper. He tried taking his time, but twice his thrusts sped up. She watched him grit his teeth biting down and fighting for control. Zacari wanted him to lose it, to pound her until she cried. Her lust was out of control, but she was glad Keary was stronger.

  He stroked the full length of his cock from base to tip along the sides of her pussy. She arched her hips and helped him to drive in. When their hips drew apart, it was like they’d been separated for years. Zacari pushed forward at the same time that Keary did. Their bodies came together in a quiet slap.

  He belongs right there, deep inside of me. Let him take me forever. It’s so good, Keary. Silly of her to fall for him, but she was already addicted.