It seemed that Zach's lips and his big, warm hands didn't miss an inch of her skin, and Laney did her best to keep up, running her hands across the long, lean muscles of his chest and back. Sure, as he'd said, there were scars - some of them so bad they made her want to cry at the pain he must have suffered. But they didn't do a thing to make him any less attractive. A thin mat of golden hair covered his chest, and she tangled her fingers in that for a moment, enjoying his moan as ...