Zac took immediate advantage. He tugged her panties aside, his fingers sliding along her slit.
His eyes met hers and she blushed. She was soaking wet. She might be more embarrassed by that if Zac wasn’t looking at her as if she was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
She smiled. “I’d be more flattered if you hadn’t admitted to spending the majority of the past eight years in the library.”
Zac chuckled. “I think librarians are hot.”
“Zac?”
“Yeah?”
“Start with two fingers.”
“Fuck me,” Zac muttered. Then, he granted her request, driving two fingers inside her as deep as they would go.
Tacy’s head flew back, her eyes drifting shut, as he thrust the fingers in and out. He took her with the roughness she’d always dreamed about, but had never managed to find. Her hips moved in time as she sought more stimulation, more…
“God, more.”
Zac’s thumb found her clit, stroking it firmly as his fingers still moved inside her.
And then she stiffened, her back arching as the unexpected orgasm struck her like lightning.
“Holy shit,” she whispered as her body trembled so hard her bones rattled. “Fuck.”
Zac’s fingers remained buried deep inside her, but he no longer moved. Instead, he gave her time to find her bearings, to recover.
What the hell had just happened?
One minute she was enjoying the festival with a stranger, the next she was in a dark closet with a guy’s hand up her skirt.
“I’ve never come so quickly,” she admitted, not bothering to hide her amazement. Orgasms had never been all that easy for her to achieve. They typically took a bit of work on the part of both her and her lover.
Zac slowly withdrew his fingers, kissing her as he did so.
She shivered, the final traces of her climax rumbling through her. “I—”
Tacy wasn’t sure what to do next. She wasn’t a selfish lover, but the truth was, while Zac had rocked her world, she hadn’t done the same for him.
A scream outside the door caused them both to jerk slightly. God. They were in a haunted house. In a closet with an unlocked door. Anyone could open it and catch them.
Though she hadn’t spoken her concerns, Zac seemed to have an inside track on her thoughts. “This probably isn’t the best place for us to continue. What do you say we try to make our way out of this haunted house without you having a heart attack and get something to eat?”
She glanced down. Even in the dim light, she could see the outline of his erection pressing against his jeans. “What about—”
He kissed her before she could finish her question. “And after supper, I’ll give you that tour of my RV. If you’re still interested.”
She loved the way he was giving her a choice. Even after what they’d just done, he was giving her a way out if she wanted one.
Tacy was familiar with the concept of a southern gentleman—thanks to Gone With the Wind —but she’d always believed that ideal had disappeared right after the Civil War.
“I still want the tour.”
Zac sighed. “Not gonna pretend I’m not glad to hear that.” Then he paused. “Wait, do you just want to see the camper or…”
He let her fill in the blanks, which she did with a laugh. “I want the full tour. And maybe a sleepover after.”
Zac cupped her cheek. “Just so you know, keep saying stuff like that and I’m not going to have any choice but to fall in love with you.”
Her heart literally skipped a beat at his sweet confession. She was fairly certain she was halfway to falling for him too. “You won’t hear an argument from me.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Zac took her hand and led her from the closet. A group of three teens were making their way through the haunted house and the entire group jumped back and screamed at their sudden appearance. Obviously they thought she and Zac were part of the entertainment.
Tacy jumped as well, and Zac laughed. “Sorry ’bout