Accidentally Yours (28 page)

He walked to her bedside and gazed down at her. Her chest rose and fell in sleep,
and her head rested on a pink satin pillowcase she’d apparently brought from home. Apparently sometime after he left she’d changed into a nightgown with big pink and purple flowers against a white background and a low-cut neckline. The covers were low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. Desire rose in him like the sun in the dawn sky.

Theirs had so far been such a non-traditional relationship, for up until
the day she found him sprawled on the floor in the apartment upstairs from her after his fall, there had always been another man in the picture. That time he spent with her as her houseguest, truly enjoying being with her, convinced him that he should do everything he could to be the next man in her life. He’d planned on moving their friendship to the next level during this trip, but Fate apparently had other ideas.

He spent a few more minutes watching her lovely face with its finely arched eyebrows and flawless skin, then turned to go to his own room, where he almost violently shook the fragrant floral petals off the quilt.

*****

“Hi, is this Vivian?”

She didn
’t recognize the female voice on the other end of the line. It wasn’t Desireé. Maybe it was Zack’s mother calling to inquire when he would be picking her up. He was actually on his way; he’d left right after they had breakfast, looking no worse for the wear after his night out. “Yes, this is Vivian. Who’s this?”

“
This is Lorna Nairn, Desireé’s friend. I’m one of her bridesmaids. We’ve got a problem, and I’m thinking you might be able to help us out.”

“
What is it?”

“
We had the final fittings for our dressings just last week, but Alisha can’t get into hers today. She’s pregnant, you know.”

“
Yes, I know. Four months, right? It’s that tight around her stomach already?”

“
It’s not her stomach that’s the problem. It’s her chest. It’s made this rather sudden expansion, practically overnight.”

“
Oh, no!”

“
I’m at her house now. We’re afraid to say anything to Desireé; this just isn’t the type of thing a bride wants to hear on the day of her wedding. But we were thinking…you’re about five-five and a size ten, aren’t you?”

“
Yes.”

“
So is Alisha. Would you be willing to fill in as matron—I mean, maid of honor, provided her dress fits you?”

Vivian hedged.
“I don’t want to seem uncooperative, but wouldn’t it be more appropriate if you or one of the other girls took that part? And then I can take your place. The maid of honor should be a very close friend of the bride, and while Desireé and I are friends, I’m technically not a close enough friend to even be a bridesmaid.”

“
I understand what you mean, and we thought of that, but Alisha’s dress won’t fit any of us. Actually, it would fit me, but it’ll be too short because I’m five-nine. Eva’s a size eight. I just met Austin’s sister at rehearsal when I met you, and I can tell she’s larger than a size ten. She was telling me she’s still trying to lose the weight she put on when she was pregnant. Incidentally, what size shoe do you wear?”

“
Eight.” Vivian listened as Lorna relayed this information, and from Alisha’s delighted squeal she knew it was a perfect fit.

Lorna delivered the dress and shoes in a half-hour.
“I’ll be holding my breath,” she said when Vivian brought the ensemble into Zack’s unlocked adjoining room to change. He’d left the door between them ajar after he informed her he was leaving to pick up his father from the hospital. It was roomier than the bathroom, especially for a dress with so much material.

As she laid the dress on the queen-sized bed, she noticed a few flower petals on the quilt.
The quilt had been pulled up to cover what Vivian suspected were rumpled sheets, if the lumps under it were any indication. She wondered where the petals had come from. No one had put anything like that in
her
room.

The dress fit fine. Made of some sort of filmy fabric, the bodice was
tightly fitted—no wonder Alisha couldn’t wear it anymore—and flared at the waist. The crinoline-lined skirt was full and ended just above her ankles; and it was shirred at the shoulders. The only difference between this dress and the bridesmaids’ was that her dress was cream-colored and the bodice was printed with roses in varying shades of pink, and theirs were solid dusky rose. Unlike most bridal attendants’ dresses, this was a dress that really could be worn again, to a garden wedding as a guest, perhaps.

“
Ta-
da!”
Vivian held her hands outstretched as she emerged from Zack’s room through the connecting door, closing but not latching it behind her. She didn’t want Lorna to know she and Zack were actually sleeping in separate rooms. Best for her to think they had a suite.

She made
a complete revolution so Lorna could see the full effect, loving the way the material of the dress swirled around her ankles.

“
Oh, it’s perfect,” Lorna said. “We’ll see you at Desireé’s mother’s house, then? One o’clock?”

“
Yes. I’ll ask Zack to drop me off on his way to the chapel.”

“
Good. It’s easy to get there from here. Here are the directions. If you have any trouble just call. Alisha will break the news to Desireé. Right now she’s waiting with baited breath to find out if the outfit fits you. I’m going to call her when I get in the car.” She let out a sigh. “Thanks so much, Vivian. You saved the day, and I mean that literally.”

“
I’m glad I could help.”

“
You know, this is going to be work out very nicely. As the maid of honor, you’ll be escorted by Zack, since he’s the best man.”

Vivian was still smiling after
Lorna left. She’d been right—Zack
was
the best man…for her.

She
slipped out of the dress and hung it up in the closet, placing the shoes on the floor of the closet. Glancing around for her clothes, she frowned until she remembered she’d left them on Zack’s bed. She plodded barefoot through the connecting door. She was reaching for her clothes when the door swung open, startling her.

Zack froze on the spot,
an awestruck look on his face. Vivian’s shorts and top fell out of her hand as she found herself unable to move under the heat of his penetrating gaze.

Chapter 1
9

At Last

“W
ow,” he breathed.

She faced him without shame
, inadvertently pulling in her stomach and straightening her spine. “I know this looks bad—” she began.

“Oh, no.
Trust me; it looks good.” He moved forward swiftly. “Coming back here and seeing you like this…it’s a dream come true.” His eyes traveled down the length of her body and then back up again. His Adam’s apple throbbed as he swallowed, and he didn’t care if it was ten o’clock in the morning and he was scheduled to serve as best man at a wedding in just a few short hours. Right now he was going to make love to the woman who’d captured his heart.

He pulled her into an embrace, closed his eyes and simply breathed in her scent. Then his hands began to freely roam over her smooth back
, finally moving down to take in the fullness of her backside. He let out a pleasured gasp as her lush, firm flesh filled his hands. “Vivling,” he murmured.

Eyes closed, joy filled her spirit as she felt Zack’s healing hands moving over her body. “Touch me, Zack.”

“I’ve waited so long for this.” He pulled back a little so he could see her face. “Tell me you’ll dump all those jerks you’ve been dating because you want to be with me.”

“Oh, Zack. Haven’t you figured
out by now that’s what I want? That it’s what I’ve always wanted?”

He kissed her, and as their tongues tantalized and teased each other his hands settled on the back of her bra. She felt the hooks being undone, and she broke the kiss to step backward, her arms crossed over her chest to slip the straps down the opposite shoulder
and down her arms. She removed the bra, revealing herself to him.

The look in his eyes told her it didn’t matter that, although she’d managed to lose ten pounds, she was still a little thick around the middle, and that her belly was more rounded than she would have wanted.
He looked at her like she was perfection…and it made her feel beautiful.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to him, his hands bracing her back as he used his mouth to explore the curve of her breasts, planting gentle love bites on her swollen nipples, suckling and kissing them. She threw back her head and moaned
, which turned into a squeal when, in a sudden movement, Zack lay down on the bed, lifting her as he descended, then lowering her and rolling her onto her back. He loomed above her, thinking how long it had taken them to get to this point as his sex pulsated with desire.

“Vivling,
” he began earnestly, “This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I wanted to make it special for you. Yesterday I arranged for my bed to be sprinkled with flower petals and chocolate on the pillows.” At her surprised looked he grinned and said, “Yes, it was my plan to seduce you when we came home after the rehearsal dinner.”

“I noticed the petals on your quilt. I was wondering where they came from.”

“If you’d looked closer, you would see that the floor is littered with them. I’m afraid I beat up the quilt out of sheer frustration after we got back from the ER.” He cupped her face and lightly kissed her lips. “I know that ten-forty-five a.m. isn’t exactly the most romantic hour of the day. Add to that the fact that we have to be at the church in just a few hours. I can’t think of any worse timing, but I’ve waited so long for you, and when I came back and found you in my room dressed like that…I don’t even know what you were doing in here half undressed. I only know that I have to have you.” His eyes searched her face, and at her nod he kissed her again, this time with all the passion that had been building since their first meeting.

Vivian looped her arms around his neck, loving the feel of his firm yet soft lips on hers. “Oh, Zack!
” she breathed when he moved to nuzzle her jaw. “I want you, too. I was beginning to think that you just weren’t interested in me that way.”

“
No, baby,” he whispered against her cheek. “The timing was never right. The only time I had a chance to have you all to myself, I had a bad arm and a bad leg. All those other times…well, it seemed like you wanted to date everyone else
but
me.”

“If you’d asked me out I would’ve gladly forgotten about those other guys.”

He found her mouth again. “I’m gonna hold you to that,” he said when the kiss ended.

“I just have one thing to say.”

“What’s that?”

“How come I’m lying here only wearing my panties and you’re fully dressed?”

He chuckled. “I can rectify that right now.” He sat up and pulled off his shirt, then stood and undid his belt, sliding both his shorts and his underwear down over his hips in one motion and kicking off his Nike slides.

Vivian propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him without
any embarrassment. Zack was a magnificent specimen of a man, with a well-developed, hairless chest, muscular arms, and a powerful erection floating between his thighs, defying gravity in its aroused state. Her breathing became heavy and audible as he bent over her and tugged at the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips off the mattress and he pulled them down her legs, dropping them on the floor.

“You’re beautiful, Vivling,” he said, his eyes glued to her nude body.

“So are you,” she replied honestly.

He
slowly climbed on the bed to lie atop her. She felt the tip of his erection against her thigh and closed her eyes. Instinctively she knew she was about to be totally satisfied. It suddenly didn’t seem like such a hardship to have gone so long without sex, because this time she was sharing intimacy with the right man…

A contented sigh escaped from her lips as
they kissed again. This was heaven, she thought, lying beneath him, their tongues intertwined, his sex throbbing insistently against her thigh. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, his hand reached between her legs and began to touch her damp softness. When his fingertip caressed the center of her femininity she moaned into his mouth.

“I want you to come for me, Vivling,” he whispered, sliding his long middle finger inside her to punctuate his words
while his index finger continued to play with her clit.

Her muscles clenched at him. “Yes, Zack. Oh, yes!”

“Ah, you’re getting wet. Yeah…” He groaned.

Vivian’s back arched and her breasts thrust outward as she bucked against his probing finger. If he made her feel this good now, how would it feel with him inside her? She cried out as she climaxed, eventually settling down to a whimper.

Zack held her close as her breathing slowed to normal, then rolled over, bringing her with him, until she was on top. He reached on the bedside table for one of the condom packets he’d left there before going to last night’s rehearsal dinner, partially covered by the alarm clock. Vivian had begun to play with his erection, stroking his length and gently fingering the bulbous head. The pleasure she gave him made him grunt, and the hand holding the condom shook when she started fondling his sensitive scrotal sac.

He handed her the packet. “Put it on for me, Vivling.”

She put him through pure sexual torture as her deft fingers rolled the prophylactic onto his long, thick erection, seeming to take delight in doing just that. Everything flowed from his groin. His chest and throat felt deliciously tight, and he stretched his legs as far as he could, with his big toes bent backward. She was wreaking havoc with his sexual organs…the way she fingered his balls was about to send him over the moon. She made him harder than his medical board exam.

Finally, when he could stand it no more, he gripped her hips and held her steady, lowering her onto his sex slowly and filling her
tight heat inch by euphoric inch. Vivian’s mouth formed a round ‘O.’ She brought her legs forward for balance and leaned her body backward as she rode him, allowing him to not only see her breasts, but the magnificent sight of their bodies joining.

Touch and taste were the main senses
Zack used during sex, with visuals often limited by darkness. But the light of late morning shone on their bodies, highlighting his sense of sight. The visual picture of her sex, still dripping from her climax, sliding up and down his own paired with the incredible physical sensation from the same increased Zack’s excitement to a fever pitch, and he increased the speed of his thrusts, loving it as Vivian pulled away from him, leaving only the head of his penis buried inside her, then slid down again. The sound of her jagged cries forced him to slow down. She was so tight down there, and he wanted to prolong their mutual ecstasy.

Vivian’s experience with making love in the day was limited to morning quickies following a date, usually while under the sheets. She’d never made love in the middle of the day, and she’d
certainly never been so brazen during daytime sex, straddling a man the way she did Zack, with her legs spread wide enough to drive a motorcycle through. With Zack she didn’t have the least bit of self-consciousness. The room was light enough for her to see the glazed look in his eyes. She imagined he had a bird’s-eye view of his penis rhythmically going in and out of her, and it brought out an exhibitionist facet of her personality that she didn’t even realize she possessed.

As she became more and more breathless, Vivian brought her legs back, tucked them behind her and sat up straight, then leaned forward until her breasts tapped Zack’s chest
, her face close enough to his to feel his breath. She felt his hands fondling the flesh of her backside, and as she drew back from thrusting herself down on his hard length she felt his cushioned sac against her buttocks, making for a pleasurable sensation virtually every time she moved. She rocked back and forth, up and down. The room became filled with the sound of their gasping breaths and muffled moans, as well as the undeniable scent of a man and woman mating.

She thought her body would burst from pure rapture as he held her hips steady over him and began pumping upward, faster and faster. She whimpered as her passion built
to a crest, and his tortured cry told her he, too, had peaked. She collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her back. She felt his lips behind her ear, heard him whisper her name. Lying chest-to-chest, she could feel his heart beating against her own.

“That was fabulous,” she said breathlessly.

“That’s the good news. The bad news is that we’re due at the church in exactly two hours…and it’s going to take about twenty minutes to get there.” Zack squeezed her butt. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

Vivian pointed out, “Are you forgetting my room has its own shower?”

“No, but mine is big enough for two. Besides, I hate the idea of you washing me away so soon after we made love, but it’s not so bad if I’m the one who gets to do the washing.” He rolled her onto her side, then took her hand and pulled her up.

In the bathroom h
e started the shower, and she put on the shower cap provided by the sink and joined him. They soaped each other thoroughly, paying particular attention to their erogenous zones. Vivian loved the way Zack moaned as she washed his genitalia, loved the way his penis grew hard and surged against her hand.

“Turn around,” he growled.

“Zack, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t finish? That’s why I want you to turn around.”

She did as he asked, bracing her palms against the tiled walls as he bent his knees and entered her from behind. “We are sooooo bad,” she managed to get out between her pleasured moans. “We’re going to be late.”

“Do you care?”

“Nooooooo. Just keep doin’ what you’re doin’.”