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  Zach paused in his exploration of her mouth to stroke a hand over her hair. His mouth curved, smiling, but his eyes were serious. “Yes.”

  “Sex? I need sex?”

  Both hands skimmed her shoulders, her arms, down her sides to settle on her hips. “You tell me.”

  “I’m telling you,” she whispered and bent to kiss him again.

  It was what she needed. Simple, pure pleasure, unsullied and uncomplicated by anything as messy as emotion. No expectations. Nothing now but focused desire.

  Her nipples went tight when his palms slid up to cup her breasts. In the next second when his fingertips tweaked them, Lilly gasped and rocked on his cock, her panties the only barrier between them. His cock thickened against her and his hips bumped upward.

  He knew just how to touch her, and why this surprised her when nothing else about this entire situation had, Lilly didn’t know. Maybe because no man had ever seemed to know so how smoothly to touch her, or for how long, or with what strength to tug on her desire-swollen nipples. If this was the result of mind-freaking, she was totally okay with it.

  She leaned to kiss him again. He tasted so good

  Zach slid one hand from her breast to press his thumb between her legs. It circled her clit gently, and Lilly sighed. She put her hands flat on his chest.

  If he hadn’t faltered, if the man beneath her had made every move just right, continued that mind fuck, Lilly would’ve been disconcerted enough to stall her orgasm. It would’ve been too much for him to know her so well, so perfectly, that she need say nothing to him about what she liked.

  She realized even this was for her, this hesitation, as Zach ran his hands over her body. As he looked into her eyes, a question in his, waiting for her to answer. He really did know what she needed.

  “Touch me,” Lilly said. Neither command nor demand, but a soft and subtle plea. “Please, Zach. Touch me. Here. Like this.”

  She placed his hand in hers and stroked it over her body. Her breasts, the nipples tight, peaked, throbbing. Over her belly. The slope of her hips. Over the curves of her ass. Between her legs again, his fingertips stroking the soft satin of her panties and the tight, hard knot of her clit inside.

  She lost herself in his gaze. Like looking into a night sky without stars—and thinking of that, she wondered again where he’d come from and why he’d found her. But when she parted her lips to ask, all that came out was a sigh quickly captured by his mouth. Suddenly, knowing didn’t seem so important. Not with the magic his hands were making on her skin.

  She touched him, too. His skin, hot and smooth under her palms, tempted her lips to kiss, teeth to nibble. Tongue to slide out and taste. She bent forward to fix her mouth on the jut of his collarbone. She bit a little too fiercely when his thumb pressed just right on her clit, but Zach didn’t flinch.

  Lilly pulled away to look at him. His cock, thick and long and lovely, was hard between her legs, but he was so silent it was hard to tell if he was enjoying this as much as she was. She curled her fingers around his shaft and stroked, slowly. She was rewarded with a groan.

  His eyes fluttered closed, then open. His cock pulsed in her hand. His hands ceased their roaming.

  Lilly paused in her stroking. She sat on his thighs, hard with muscle, and looked between them to her hand, full of his erection. She’d felt power like this before. Using her hand or her mouth to make a man come.

  It was different this time. All of it was different. He was; she was. Together they made something a mere four days ago she never would’ve said could be true and now couldn’t imagine in any other way.

  Lilly shifted enough to get her panties off and then tossed them aside. She couldn’t hold back her groan as the hot, bare flesh of her cunt at last touched him. She had to pause, shaking, her thighs clutching his hips and her head bent so her hair fell over her face. She had to catch her breath.

  “Lilly?”

  Again, his dark gaze drew her in, and Lilly stopped thinking about anything else but this. Moment. She shifted, took him in her hand, rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. Wetting him.

  She was so wet, so slick and hot, he slid in without effort. His gasp rumbled, deep and male and so thoroughly aroused it sent a shiver through her.

  Lilly moved on his cock, torturously slow. Her thighs gripped him, her hips tilted. She ground herself onto his cock so her clit rubbed his tight belly. She placed her hands flat on his chest, ran her fingers through the crisp, curling hair over his nipples.

  Her hair fell again over her face, and Zach drew his fingers across her forehead to push it away. Lilly had been with men who spoke more, but Zach’s every gesture, every look, said more than any lover she’d ever had.

  They moved together, slow at first and faster. The first bright, sparkling waves of orgasm started moving inside her, and Lilly gave herself over to them. She gave it up to the overwhelming power of desire, of ecstasy. Passion coiled tight inside her and exploded, an internal big bang that left her shaking and crying out his name.

  She opened her eyes when he moaned her name. Her fingers had dug grooves into his flesh, and she smoothed the marks with the pads of her fingertips and watched them disappear, leaving only redness behind.

  Zach smiled. He drew her down for another kiss. “What are you thinking?”

  She stretched herself out over him. “You can’t tell?”

  His hands cupped her ass to press her against him. “Not everything.”

  Lilly’s body ached in the best way, from fulfillment. She propped herself on her elbow to look into his face. When she kissed him, Zach tasted pleasantly of salt. “No?”

  He traced her brows. “No. Every day...”

  “Every day what?”

  “The longer I stay here, Lilly, the less I will be able to see inside you.”

  She blinked. “I don’t understand.”

  “The longer I stay here, the more I’ll become like you. And eventually...”

  She ran her hand over his chest. “Eventually, what? The mother ship will come and beam you back up?”

  “Eventually, Lilly, if I don’t return to where I came from, I’ll die.”

  * * *

  Fifth night, six candles.

  They hadn’t spoken further about Zach staying or leaving. He’d turned the conversation deftly away from that topic and Lilly had let him. In the morning, he made her breakfast again and they both looked out into the yard to see another few inches of newly fallen snow.

  “We’ll never get out,” she said.

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” Zach, wearing the sweatpants she’d given him but chest bare, drew her close. “I can think of a lot of ways to occupy our time.”

  He sounded different today, unless it was her imagination. Lilly turned in the circle of his arms to face him. He looked a little different, too. Same dark eyes, thick dark hair, heavy brows. Yet something in his eyes had changed.

  “Hmm,” Lilly mused and allowed him to pull her closer and nuzzle at her neck. “I wonder what that might be?”

  “I can show you.”

  She held him at arm’s length for a moment, studying him. “Zachariah.”

  “Yes.” His gaze captured hers, held it.

  “It’s an unusual name.”

  “Depends on where you’re from.” He slipped his hands down to anchor at her hips.

  His grin tempted her to return it. “True. I guess in Amish country it’s not so unusual. But you’re not Amish.”

  “No, I’m not. But neither are you.” His mouth brushed hers and as his grin had tempted her to smile, so did his kiss.

  Last night’s sex had been good enough to sate her for a few days—if this had been a normal situation, a normal man, but nothing about this was normal. His mouth and hands on her sent her mind spiraling straight into visions of sheer, blowing curtains and white, gigantic beds, of soft, pulsing music and writhing bodies.

  “What is it about you,” she murmured against his lips, “that makes me fee