“You have all the techniques down to perfection,” he assured her. To hide his smile, he nuzzled his lips against her shoulder, his hand stroking down her side to the silken curve of her hip. The urge to make leisurely love to her all night was quickly deteriorating into the need to take her. Very soon. “So what else have you been reading?”

“Nothing.” Fascinated, she watched the moon shoot silver into his hair, and reached out to touch it. His hair naturally curved around her fingers and she imagined moonbeams in the touch of him, delighted at the whimsical thought. “You used to read that kind of thing in college, you know,” she pointed out absently.

“Dirty magazines? One or two. Until I met you, and realized all those women were lumpy.” Firm, callused fingers ran down her sides, then closed on her bottom, cupping the soft flesh, kneading it as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Now, what else?” he murmured. “Don’t tell me you stopped reading when you came to ears.”

She squirmed. He held her fast. “Zach, we’ve been married awhile,” Bett said uncomfortably. “I don’t want you to get bored. A lot of times I really don’t see how anyone without a master’s degree in acrobatics can do any of that stuff. I mean, who needs a perpetual charley horse?” Her eyes met his, suddenly serious. “But that’s not to say… Zach, I don’t want you ever, ever to think that if you want to try something…” Her breath caught in her throat again. “I just want to be sure you know that. That I will at least try. Anything you want…”

He’d stopped smiling. His blue eyes had turned dark, liquid, intense. “That goes two ways, little one. We will always try anything you want. But as for any fear of my being bored with you…”

Zach leaned over her, his lips first rubbing hers lightly, then homing in as he drew her close. She made a tiny sound at the luxurious pressure of his mouth, at the sweep of his hands up and down her bare flesh.