His mouth was on hers, hot, hard, and needy, and she simply responded. His hands moved up and down her back, wove into her hair, traced her ears, cupped her cheeks. His mouth moved over hers possessively, taking not asking, giving without waiting to be invited. Dara’s head swam, her heart pounded, her skin heated, but before she could muster any sort of control, it was over. Zach lifted his head and carefully sat her away from him, his hands heartbreakingly gentle. His gaze never left hers, even as he stood. “I have to go out and talk to the group about this. Then Dane and I have to leave. He’s helping me with some of the transportation. Beaudine and Scotty can handle the rest of today, so if you want to—” “I’m not leaving. Even though the barbecue was your idea, these kids are my responsibility.” A sad smile curved his beautiful mouth. “I hope they know how lucky they are to have someone like you in their corner.” He walked to the door, turned the knob, then paused.
